Erik sat at the bench of his organ, staring at his almost completed opera, Don Juan Triumphant. He almost didn't notice when Christine came out of the bedroom. When he turned around, he saw how frightened she looked. He closed his eyes and sighed. He should have expected this.
What he hadn't expected was Christine pulling off his mask. At first he held up his hands to cover it. He stood up abruptly, knocking over the high organ bench and scattering his sheet music. He quickly walked out of the room in the direction of the torture chamber. He turned his back to Christine and said, "Do you really want to see it? My face, that is?"
"I-I-I..." Christine stuttered.
"Well?" he asked. When she was silent he said, "It's now or never, my dear. It's your decision." He heard her sigh. Erik struggled to hear her soft, "Yes." He closed his eyes, removed his hand from his face and slowly turned around, his eyes still closed. He dreaded her reaction. He heard her audible gasp.
He slowly opened his eyes. Christine had turned pale as she saw his face. Erik groaned softly and put his mask back on. Christine turned awy, obviously frightend. She grabbed a page that had been spread out on the floor.
"Angel, what is this?" she asked, gesturing tothe music spread all over the room.
"It is..." he hesitated, "my music." he answered almost reluctantly.
"Won't you play it for me?" she picked up a couple of sheets.
"No, my Angel," he said softly, entering the hurricane-like room once again, "for it is not meant to be played until it is finished."
"Not meant to be played..." she whispered. She picked up a sheet of music from the first Act and started humming the tune printed on it. Erik closed his eyes and groaned.
"Please, Christine, stop... Just... stop." hewhispered. Christine did as he asked, seeing that the little bit of patience was quickly being diminished. She carefully gathered the sheet music that was littered all over the floor and set it on the organ.
'I-I'm sorry, Angel" she whispered.
"Please, Christine, I'm not who you think I am..."
"What? What do you mean?"
"You see, Christine,... I am not an Angel... nor a ghost... nor a Phantom... I am Erik!" he said, kneeling to pick up a last piece of music.
"Erik..." she repeated softly, looking at him, "So... you lied to me when you said that you were my Angel of Music..." Soft tears trailed down her delicate.
"Christine I..." Erik faltered.
"Ang--Erik." she stuttered, "take me back... please.." Erik was silent for a moment, then he answered, "Of course... Christine."
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Erik watched form the shadows as Christine got surrounded by a group of people who included Raoul de Chagney and the two managers.
'Are you alright?" Raoul asked, concern filling hi eyes.
'I--I..." she started, tears dripping down her cheeks. Raoul moved forward to embrace and comfort her. She backed away, her hands up.
"Please don't Raoul. He is watching," she whispered.
"He? Who are you talking about, Christine?" he looked around, searching for the man Christine was talking about. She stayed silent, collapsing into a chair. She looked around the room, as though searchign for something... someone.
However much the Phantom tried to hide, he still knew that Christine woulod find him eventually. He feared that Christine would reveal what she knew about him. He pulled off his mask and stepped into a spot where only Christine would se him.
Christine looked right at him. She stared at him for a moment, then her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she went unconcious. Erik nodded and went back to the Rue Scribe side fo the cellars.
"Christine!" Raoul almost yelled as she went unconcious. He looked up to the racters where Christine had been staring before going unconcious. He, of course, saw nothing but darkness.
"She won't be able to perfom now..." an older man said.
"Who are you?" Raoul asked.
"I am Monsieur Debienne, one of the Palais Garnier's co-owners," he said.
"Co-owner? so there is another owner of the Paris Opera House."
'Yes," another man who looked slightly younger than Monsieur Debienne said, ' I am the other owner of this Opera House."
"Why did I knot know about this?" Raoul demanded.
"Sir, I do not believe that you are a member of the Opera house, am I correct?" the younger of the two asked.
"You are correct, monsieur..."
"Monsieur Poligny," the man said, holding out his hand, ' and you are?"
"Viscount Raoul de Chagney," he said, shaking the older man's hand, "But the question still remains, why didn't I know about this?"
"You are not a member of the Palais Garnier, so you had no reason to know." Raoul sighted, brushing a hair from Christine's hair and relucantly let the room.
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2 Phantoms 1 Opera House (Original, unedited story)
Fanfiction((The Original version of my most read story "Two Phantoms, One Opera House.)) The Phantom of the Opera has lived in the Opera house for years, but now his peace has been invaded by a man who calls himself Red Death. Nothing is known about this man...
