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Music of the Night: The Phantom of the Opera Returns (Guile & Melody)

The Phantom held Catherine close to him - rubbing her arm softly with his hand. But, of course, allowed Christine and Raoul to see to her. He couldn't help glancing nervously around, wondering who was questioning the appearance of the strange masked man. He tried to bring his full attention back to his daughter. "Are you too terribly hurt?" He asked her, wanting to make sure she would be alright after a little while, he knew she must be in pain now. He bent down and whispered in her ear so Christine and Raoul could not hear - but he wasn't too sure that they didn't. "If he ever touches you again, you have my permission to beat him ruthlessly." He laughed softly at how amusing that would be to see, but he was serious as well. He wanted her to be able to stand up for herself - he wasn't going to let some prick push his daughter around.
 
She felt like falling asleep right there as her father stroked her arm, wincing every now and again, but blowing it off almost instantly as her being nervous about the performance in a few minutes time. "Yes, Papa. I'm alright." She smiled at him and sneaked his dagger out of his pocket and hid it in her corset. "I should probably get going. The show must go on." She smiled at that old saying as she pecked all three adults on the lips and escaped past Edward and onto the stage. He was speaking with his father about this incident. "Father, the Phantom is the father of Miss Daae. She just confessed it was so, as did he." The man sighed. "Very well. Tonight will be her last performance. I do not care what anyone has to say." Satisfied, Edward took his spot next to Catherine as leading man. "Sir, I swear to you that I did not know." Raoul pleaded with the Phantom. Christine smiled and kissed her ex's cheek. He moved away. "Miss Daae, I will not let it happen again." Christine smiled still. "Miss Daae?"
 
The Phantom watched her go with a smile, not realizing that she had taken his dagger. He turned and heard Raoul pleading with him. "Please," he held up his hand with a smile on his face - motioning for him to stop, "I understand. I don't blame you, or anyone. I just don't want him to see her again." He turned to Christine, barely noticing that Raoul had referred to her as 'Miss Daae.' "Raoul," he said, "you may still address her as Christine if you wish. You both shared something...very special for a long time. You should be allowed to call her by her first name. If Christine doesn't mind, I don't." The Phantom smiled at the vicomte for the first time.
 
Edward was very proud of himself as he gave her a look of you're in for it now, then turned his attention to the play as it started with a William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, for a change. Raoul was embarrassed because of this. "Thank you, sir." Christine helped him to his feet and pecked his lips just the same as Catherine had done. "Come, we should all take a seat." She waited for her true love to come with them as she still held Raoul's hand unconsciously.
 
The Phantom rose, trying to ignore the burning jealousy creeping into his heart and the sight of Christine holding Raoul's hand. What, did you think she would get over him that easily? How much of an ass are you? He thought to himself. You have no right to be jealous. The Phantom started following behind them until he had an idea. He couldn't sit with them in the rows below, so he offered to share his box with both of them. "Would you like to sit in box five with us, vicomte? I would be delighted to share it for tonight - it gets rather lonesome by myself in a box built for multiple people." He confessed with a laugh, though inside he was still burning up.
 
Vicomte De Chagney eyed him for a moment, looking for evil intent. He saw nothing, realized his hand was occupied, and pulled it away at once. "Thank you, my good sir. I would be delighted to accompany you to your legendary Box. He smiled as he remembered the first time he sat in it. Christine blushed, for she knew what she had caused and it wasn't pleasant. She had caused more anguish for her Angel. "I think it will be a lovely change of things." She whispered as the play started. "Two households, both alike in dignity...."
 
"Wonderful!" The Phantom exclaimed as they made their way to box five and he internally pushed his jealousy away the best he could. He opened the door when they arrived at the box and stood aside so Raoul and Christine could go in first. Once they entered he followed behind them and shut the door. He took a seat beside Christine and allowed Raoul to sit where he pleased, be it on the other side of her even, if that's what he wished. He wanted to keep the peace, so he wouldn't argue about petty things.
 
As the play went on, Edward as Romeo and Catherine as Juliet, the girl couldn't help but feel terrified as the ball scene came and she had to kiss him. It was disgusting to have him reaching for her, whether it be acting or reality, she didn't know, as his tongue slid between her teeth. She went on with it, for they were being watched and was thankful when 'the Nurse' came to stop this scene. Speaking in her mind and praying her father could hear, she said, that was the worst thing I've ever had to do.
 
The Phantom watched, disgusted, as Edward kissed Catherine. His heart reached out to the poor girl and he could hear her thoughts and agreed. That's the worst thing I've ever had to watch - and I don't mean your acting. He almost chuckled a bit, thinking about his daughter and how much of a trooper she was being - she was suffering through this for the sake of the performance. She was a true performer and that made him smile. Although, he was also thankful when the scene had ended, glad she didn't have to go through that any longer.
 
Having to act out many emotions for this play was doing the child more harm then good. More terrifying than the kiss was the scene of the balcony and where Romeo and Juliet spent one last night in the girl's bed. Luckily, the curtain closed upon this and then there was, of course, at last, the part where Romeo dies and Juliet kisses her true love, then stabs herself, to great applause.
 
The play ended and the Phantom smiled and clapped for his daughter. She had done splendidly for having to act as though she were in love with that boy. "Perhaps we should go meet her below?" The Phantom suggested to Christine and Raoul. "Congratulate her on her performance?" He didn't mention 'and how well she did when you considered who she was acting on stage with.'
 
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"A splendid idea, dear." Christine smiled and walked ahead of the men. Raoul had a guilty look on his face as he stumbled down, for his legs had fallen asleep. He looked drunk, but Christine knew that he would never touch alcohol unless it was a special occasion. She offered her hand and brought him down under the stage. Catherine and Edward were speaking together in what seemed to be a calm atmosphere, but it was far from it. Catherine clutched a note of dismissal in her hand and held it to her breast as she tossed something small at Edward. He picked the ring up and sighed. "She'll be back." Christine stopped her child just as she started pushing past. She wanted to be alone. "Catherine, speak." The girl only cried and gave the Phantom a look that clearly meant I've been sacked.
 
The Phantom read the pain in Catherine's eyes and knew immediately that Edward had said something to his father. He rushed to Catherine and held her close, whispering words of comfort. "I'm sorry, Catherine. This is my fault - I caused this." He kissed the top of her head tenderly, then looked her in the eyes. "But I am going to fix it - I promise." He smiled at her and held her to him once more before breaking away and turning to Christine. "Edward talked. His father owns the House, you know." He got close enough to whisper into her ear so that no one else could hear him - mainly, people that would talk and spread the news around the performers. "Catherine has been let go." He paused and straightened up, able to speak aloud now. "I think I'll go have a talk with Edward's father - face to face this time - and convince him to change his mind."
 
Raoul and Christine had a sick feeling that they knew exactly what the Phantom meant and it made them uneasy. With tears causing her make-up to run, Christine grabbed the hand that had been a comfort to her for so long. "Don't do it, sir. Please! You'll be taken from us!" She held it up to her face. Raoul backed off as he went to comfort her and instead lifted Catherine into his arms and carried her to the carriage that waited outside for the De Chagney family.
 
The Phantom opened his hand and placed his palm gently on Christine's cheek and wiped her tears away with his thumb. He smiled at her and looked her in the eyes, trying to tell her not to fear for him. "Don't worry, darling." He whispered to her. "I won't do anything rash, I promise. I'm simply going to talk to him." He placed a tender kiss on her lips, then back up a few paces, letting his hand slide off her cheek and down to his side. "Nothing can take me from you." He promised. "I'll see you soon, my dear."
 
His lover, or, soon to be wife, smiled at him. "Very well. I know that I can trust you." She wanted to kiss him again, so, without giving any warning, she felt for his sleeves and pulled him in to strike. She loved how he allowed her to do anything she wanted and was just buying her time now to keep him away from the manager.
 
The Phantom let her pull him in close to her and kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her. At the touch of her against him he wished he could have stayed there forever - he never wanted to let her go. It almost brought tears to his eyes just to separate his lips from hers once again. When he looked her in the eyes he could see his future: her and Catherine. Love. Each time he looked away from her it felt as if he was unknowingly opting for a different destiny, and he hated that feeling - hated separating himself from her for even a few minutes. And now he was going to go off and face a man who, very well, could take him away. What if had the police come and take him? What could he do then? He tried not to think about it. "I have to go, Christine." He reminded her softly as he rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.
 
She breathed slowly and deeply as she continued to kiss him, as if that would cause him to forget why he was saying this. "No, you don't. We could stay like this..." she kissed him again. "Forever." Christine held onto him and wouldn't let go. "It's not worth arguing over. Catherine will be fine and would want you around to raise her." She kissed him a fourth and fifth time, making her way down. "Don't leave me like this."
 
The Phantom's heart ached and he felt torn. He held tightly onto her, wanting desperately to stay. "But...it's my fault. I..." As she begged him not to leave her, he broke down - he didn't cry, but something in him made him cave in to her wishes. At the same time, he couldn't help feeling like he'd failed Catherine. "A-alright..." he finally agreed, not sure his heart could stand much more. "I won't go..." he whispered, but there was a pain seeping through his voice. How was he ever going to be able to face Catherine now?
 
Christine hadn't thought of that. "Don't confront him, but write him a letter. I don't want him finding you and taking him from Catherine and myself." She continued to kiss his neck, taking in his scent. "Just write the letter and I'll talk with the manager about this. Please." The angelic woman gave in and let go of the Opera Ghost. Catherine lay on the seat with her head in Raoul's lap. He was stroking her hair.
 
The Phantom held onto her and ran his fingers through her hair. He nodded in agreement. "Alright, I'll write to him." But if won't comply to my wishes - if he won't let Catherine back - I will have no choice but to speak with him. He thought to himself, purposefully not saying it out loud to Christine. He thought about Catherine who had gone outside with Raoul, and he realized it was getting late again. "Will you be...going home, then?" He asked her, a sadness creeping into his heart at the thought of her leaving.
 
"I have to. Legally, I am still married to Raoul, and I do have feelings for him still." She held his hands again. "I promise that this won't be the last time we are together." Taking his hand and placing it on her belly, she smiles. "I promise." She was silent for a long time. "Angel of Music, speak, I listen. Sing to me, strange angel..." she sang softly and gradually got louder.
 
"I understand." He smiled at her, and let her take his hands in hers, then place one on her stomach. He closed his eyes and listened to her sing. It brought tears to his eyes and he was glad they were closed. He was tired of crying in front of her all the time. Finally, unable to bear the memories that song brought to his mind, he placed his lips on hers once more before stepping back from her, allowing her to leave him and join Raoul and Catherine in the carriage. "I love you, Christine." He told her, but forced himself not to touch her again - if he didn't he didn't think he'd be able to let go.
 
He had stopped her singing. He had never done that before. Christine expected him to join her once more as a student teacher relationship, but he wasn't ready for it. "Why'd he stop me singing?" She asked herself as she sat opposite her family. "He'll do that, Mama." Catherine whispered as Raoul continued to stroke her hair and cheek.
 
The Phantom felt guilty about stopping her mid-song. He knew she had wanted him to join her, and she had wanted to as well, but there were just too many memories, that he couldn't bring himself to face just yet, that came with that song. He stood at the door and watched them drive off before turning around and walking back down to the cellars with his head bowed in thought. When he got to his home once again he lay in bed, still dressed, and thought about many things. His mind was restless that entire night - not allowing him to sleep for more than a few minutes.
 

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