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

The Phantom finished, thankful more than anything that he was finally done - he couldn't bare to cause Catherine pain any longer. "I'm sorry, my dear," he whispered, "it had to be done." He closed his eyes and kissed his daughter softly on the forehead. He looked up at Christine with such a deep pain in his eyes, one could have sworn that he felt like he'd just struck his innocent child.
 
Christine, with her hand in Catherine's hair, smiled at him. "My love, don't blame yourself." She held his hand. "It wasn't your fault." Catherine moved away from her and toward her father. "I-I'm not sc-scared of you any-m-more. I know how you f-feel." She curled up in his arms, now having great sympathy for her Angel of Music.
 
The Phantom held her in his arms tightly, rocking slightly back and forth. "I wish you didn't." He whispered. "I wish you hadn't been put in a situation where you could relate to me." He was tormented by his daughter's suffering and wished there were something he could do - anything he could do - to take it away. "I would rather you despise me than have to see you go through what I do." He cried.
 
Christine heard every word. "You are not a monster at all." She somewhat read his mind. "You are not a killer." She kissed him as her hand went to the back of his neck. "You, along with Catherine are the most precious people that God could have blessed me with." Catherine didn't bother showing her disgust this time. She didn't mind it any more besides the fact that it was right over her, where she couldn't avoid it.
 
The Phantom gladly returned Christine's kiss with a half-hearted smile. He took her other hand in both of his and held onto it tightly. "Christine, I don't know what I ever did to deserve you both - I'm still not sure that I deserve either of you - but I thank God every day for you." He rested his forehead on hers lightly and whispered to her. "You are the only two that can make me possibly feel that you are right - that I am not a monster, or a killer. Thank you for sticking through with me, though I must confess I don't know why you do. Angels like you both deserve so much more than I can offer."
 
"And yet, you want us here for you." She smiled. "You are all we have left now that Raoul is gone." This stung her slightly as she said it. "I am just happy that you don't have to use anonymity any longer." She glanced at their daughter. "I'm sure that you like that too." "Mama, I didn't mind it that much. Papa liked to scare me with his voice in my ear, but not seeing him." She giggled, eyeing the man.
 
The Phantom laughed at Catherine's words, remembering how amusing it was to sneak up behind her - though, he'd never done it intentionally. "Ah, yes." He confessed. "It was quite amusing, though, you must admit." He winked at his daughter with a smile. He sighed happily, thinking about what Christine had said. "Well, my dears, you aren't getting rid of me - as long as you want me here with you, I will be." He kissed them both on the forehead.
 
"Just, next time you do, and I know you will if I continue in the theatre, don't fiddle around trying to get to the point." She joked with him. Christine chuckled. "I don't know if I'll be allowed to continue any more." The girl felt tiny tears. "I don't think you'll be allowed either, my dear." A menacing voice filled her ears and her thoughts with fear. Catherine took hold of the dagger, ready to fight.
 
The Phantom was stunned into silence when this voice was heard. Fear went through his body as he thought only of his family and their safety. That's when he noticed that Catherine had his dagger. He looked down at it, appalled, then up into her eyes and whispered. "Where did you get that?" He did not want to alert the owner of the voice that one of them had a weapon.
 
Catherine didn't answer right away. She was glaring dead into the eyes of her would be murderer. "Edward, leave before someone gets hurt." She shook the weapon at her side. Edward laughed as he remained where he was. "I will not leave until I show this House what a monster you and your father truly are! You were amazing before he ever came along." He hissed, moving closer. "Before that, you had the perfect family." She backed up into Christine.
 
The Phantom stood in front of Christine and Catherine protectively. "Leave us now, boy." He growled from the deep recesses of his throat. "I am done fooling around with you, do you hear me? I've had enough of you!" As he spoke he started to fill up with anger, to the point where he was shouting. "If you touch them, I will have no choice but to hurt you." He threatened.
 
Christine wrapped her arms around him. "Don't do this. He's baiting you." Catherine peeked from under her father's arm at the boy. "G-Go away..." the boy took another step. "You are the one with the weapon, yet you are the only one trembling." Laughing the whole time, he continued. "This is about as close to hell as you'll get....while, still alive." He still didn't stop. "Tell me, how does it feel to be an illegitimate child? Your mother left your father, convinced you that another was your father and kept that lie going until just recently." Christine tensed up against the Phantom. Tears traveled down Catherine's cheeks, down to her neck and chest. "St-Stop it!"
 
The Phantom reached his hand back and placed it on Catherine's arm, trying to comfort her. "Damn it, boy! Quit tormenting my daughter and tell me what the hell it is you want!" He could feel Christine tensing up against him, but he wouldn't let this...child hurt his family. He ran his hand slowly down Catherine's arm, where Edward could not see, and placed his hand around hers that held the knife. "Well?" He demanded.
 
Catherine felt the Phantom's fingers around her hand and loosened her grip. "Papa..." she whispered as her face hit him on the back and she held it there. Her grip tightened again. "I want your daughter to suffer. I want, actually, her to suffer anguish. She left me, so I will end more than her career." He pulled a sword out. "Stand and fight!" Catherine felt sick to her stomach. None of this would be happening if she had not left her mother and stepfather's home and paid off the guards just for information on a being that was tormenting them. "I can't take this anymore!" She yanked the knife away and stabbed Tremaine in the side.
 
"No!" The Phantom screamed as she ran out from behind him and towards Edward. He ran to try and stop her, but he was too late - she had already stabbed him. The Phantom's mind was whirling - he had never wanted his daughter to ever have to do something like that. He felt sick, but continued running, after only a brief pause, towards his daughter. When he reached her he picked her up, spun her away from Edward and placed her back on the ground - he gave her a small push towards her mother. "Stay over there!" He called to both of them - his voice loud and echoing off the walls with fear. He faced Edward. "She's just a girl. If you will not leave without a fight, so be it. But fight me instead!"
 
Catherine was shaking in fear and anger. "He deserved what he got." Her eyes, once kind and beautiful, were now red with her seething feelings. How dare he call her those names. How dare he insult her family! "I regret nothing. If he dies, so be it." She wasn't the same girl anymore. She was now the same person her father was so long ago. "I hate him and now he'll leave me alone." She held onto her mother, who sobbed as Tremaine lay dying at their feet. Catherine laughed. Christine, disgusted, gripped her arms and slapped her for the first time ever. "Stop that!"
 
The Phantom was horrified by his daughters behavior. This was the last thing he ever wanted to happen to her - she was turning out to be like him, or...like what he used to be. "Catherine! How could you think such things?" He asked, appalled by her words. What had happened to his sweet, innocent child? But, as the Phantom kneeled beside Edward and tried his best to tend to the boy's wound, he couldn't help thinking back on his old self. Do I have any right to criticize her? The last thing I want is for her to be like me, but...how can I be such a hypocrite? Then again, I'm trying to change for the better. Oh, dear God, I just don't want her to be like I used to be!
 
She fell back by the force of Christine's smacking her. "Don't do this. Be that sweet child that I love." Christine pleaded with Catherine. "My dearest, you are not like this." Her daughter merely smiled at her. "Mama, I'm alright. I promise." She felt her face for her new scar. "I have never been better." She got back up, walked toward.Edward, kicked him, and escaped the scene. "Right after I find William." All was silent as she continued like this. Deep down, she was frightened of what would happen to her and her family if she didn't come back to her haven with Christine and the Phantom. She had to make sure that they were okay. "William." She hugged him as tight as possible.
 
The Phantom stopped working on the gash in the boy's side and stared up at his daughter in shock. He was stunned into silence and could say nothing as she ran up, kicked Edward, and ran off to find William. He looked over at Christine with a horrified and hurt look in his eyes that were both for his daughter. A quiet, "my God...", was all he could manage. He shook his head in disbelief then remembered the dying boy beneath him and continued to apply pressure to his wound. He didn't know what he could do for the boy - taking the knife out might kill him, but leaving it in and waiting for help that would not arrive would also kill him. He couldn't believe his daughter had caused this. "What are we going to do?" He whispered, referring to Catherine's change in attitude.
 
Christine was as shocked as her husband. "I don't know. The only thing we can do for him is get him to a doctor." She was weeping silently. "I just want my little girl back." William looked at her scar immediately. "Cath-" he was cut off. "I know. I'm ugly, William." She let go. "You deserve so much better." The boy put his lips on hers to silence her. "You're wrong. I love you still. This,..." he moved her hair. "This means nothing other than that you are a strong woman."
 
The Phantom nodded in agreement and picked Edward up in his arms. He looked at Christine reassuringly. "Don't worry, my darling. We will get her back. She's a good girl, we both know that - something just happened today. I'm sure she'll come back to us soon." He started off through the water with Edward to take him to the hospital.
 
Christine followed him. "I'm coming with you." She held the dagger in place as they walked. Upon reaching the surface, she spotted her daughter. "Catherine, we'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." She waited for an answer but never got one. "Hang on, Edward." The boy wasn't moving.
 
The Phantom continued on walking - he looked at his daughter, but there was only confusion and pain in his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at her another second - not because she had disappointed him, but he was disappointed in himself. He felt like he had failed her. He kept going, glancing down at the limp body in his arms, and eventually they arrived at the hospital. Upon entering, he went to the nearest nurse and requested a doctor's assistance. He explained that the boy had been stabbed and that he was dying - he needed a doctor's care immediately.
 
Edward was taken away and evaluated as the doctor proceeded with work. Catherine started to get the feeling that danger was approaching. She was about to lose her freedom if Edward talked. "I-I can't do this!" She ran from her lover, directly into the arms of someone familiar. His dark hair was long and neat, tied back. "My dear girl, what ails you?" Raoul got on his knees. "Papa, I-I stabbed him!" She buried her face in Raoul's hair.
 
The Phantom paced back and forth, waiting to hear what the doctor would say about the fate of the boy. He wanted to leave, for people were beginning to stare at the strange man in a mask, but he was afraid Edward would wake and say something about Catherine or him. He went to Christine and held her hand tightly. "My dear, you can go back if you wish. I can wait to see what has become of Edward - I don't want him saying anything. Plus," he added, his thoughts trailing off to his daughter, "I want to know if he survives." Those were the words that came out, but in his mind he meant to say I want to know if our daughter has become a murderer.
 

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