Erik led Christine beneath the opera house. As they walked down they sang, Christine started,
In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came
That voice that calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there
inside my mind
Now it was Erik's turn,
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind
Those who have seen your face
Drawback in fear
I am the mask you wear
It's me they hear...
Your/My spirit and my/your voice in one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there/here Inside my/your mind
The pair made it to a gondola where he helped Christine into the boat. As they rowed across a chorus of voices seem to come from nowhere.
He's there the Phantom of the Opera
Beware the Phantom of the Opera
This was followed by Erik singing,
In all your fantasies you always knew
That man and mystery
Were both in you
And in this labyrinth Where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera is there/here Inside my/your mind
He's there the Phantom of the Opera
Christine sang as Erik helped her out of the boat.
Sing, My Angel of Music!
Ordered Erik as Christine began to vocalize.
Sing, My Angel!
He called again. Christine went up an octave as she continued singing. She did this several more times. As she reached the end of her range he called loudly,
Sing for me!!!!
Christine let out an impossibly high note. She had gone higher than she had ever sung before. Erik went up to his organ and sang,
I have brought you
To the seat of sweet music's throne
To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music
music...
You have come here
For one purpose and one alone
Since the moment I first heard you sing
I have needed you with me to serve me, to sing
For my music
My music...
Erik trailed off as he looked at Christine. Then ever so gently began to sing,
Night time sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
A look of peace came over Christine's face.
Slowly gently, night unfurls it's splendor
Grasp it sense it tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Erik turned and walked around to her other side.
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before
Christine leaned into his touch as he stroked her cheek.
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasy unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
She stepped back and looked round in wonder.
Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me
Erik came up behind her and to his surprise she leaned her head into the crook of his arm which he had wrapped around her shoulder, his hand hovering over her skin. He swayed back and forth slightly relishing the way she melted into him. Touching him in a way no other had.
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Slowly Christine reached up her hand to the mask. As her fingers came in contact with it Erik pulled away still holding her hand.
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night
Seemingly overcome by exhaustion and the power of the music Christine fell limply into his arms. Erik briefly felt panic but upon realizing she was merely unconscious focused on the feeling of her light body cradled in his arms. He gently carried her to the swan-shaped bed he had prepared and laid her down adjusting the blanket before gently caressing her cheek and singing
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night
Author's Note: To those of you on AO3 I'm back! And sorry for the delay! Please let me know what you think of the story in the comments below!
YOU ARE READING
The Phantom and the Ballerina
FanfictionWhen a young girl falls into the world of The Phantom of the Opera she soon finds herself becoming a dancer of the Opera Populaire. But soon her adventures will go beyond dancing. Especially, when she finds herself face to face with The Phantom. Wil...
