"Angel, Tutor... Teach me. Instruct me as you have as though I haven't offended you." He didn't turn around to face her. She feared he's not heard or, worse yet, ignored her request. She dropped to her knees, clutching his muscular thigh that trembled at her touch.
"Sweet Tutor, sweet talented tutor. My heart aches at the thought I brought you pain. My response was not a reflection of my breeding and for that I am shamed. If you were never to forgive me, it would be justified. If you were never to forgive me," she dropped her head low, "I would be the one to lose. You could have many students but I, only one teacher."
She implored him, seeking his attention and forgiveness with bright and shining eyes so much so his heart ached. He took her hands and made her to rise upon her feet, those delicate and dainty things that whispered their movement as they caressed the floor, carrying the beauty with such grace that it was as though they danced rather than walked.
Christine stood still as a statue as the Phantom caressed her hair from her face, pushing the wayward strands behind her girlish ears.
"To deny you forgiveness is to deny my soul life." He breathed the words rather than spoke them aloud, enhancing the intensity and feeling behind the words, causing her to shiver in odd, uncontrollable bodily response.
He released her, sat and played a familiar tune. She immediately became his student once more and they spent the next long while practicing her runs and scales. He joined her in perfect tune as his fingers pounded and pranced upon the piano keys, playing first one opera song and then another. He pushed her high notes, made her grasp and push even higher than she even thought possible, then joined her in his own voice as the chords tumbled down the scale.
He ran the tune to the fullest, plummeted her to the basest of baritone before she hit the final note. With a voice as strong as any, she raised it higher and held onto the note impossibly long. Crystalline sound emitted from her chest, through her throat and poured from between her lips like liquid gold. The song ended, the note faded and Christine, glistening with sweat from the excursion, smiled triumphantly at her success.
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Her Phantom
FanfictionI love the Phantom's story. Always have. And when i saw the movie, I was in tears. I had to go out and read the book that was written wayyyy back in the 1700's that the movie/musical was based on. I fell in love all over again. And then, I thoug...
