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

Raoul already knew what Catherine had done prior to finding the little one. "Hush, girl. It's alright." He rubbed her back comforting her. Kissing her forehead, Raoul felt the scar. "I knew this would happen! He's unfit to be a good father! He can't even walk around Paris!" He relinquished her. "Come, we must go." He pulled Catherine along to his old home. "You're safe here." Christine squeezed the Phantom's hand. "My dearest, I want to stay with you. Catherine is a good girl. She's at home, possibly waiting for us." She hugged him to stop the pacing.
 
The Phantom held tightly to Christine and kissed her on the forehead. "Alright, darling." He said softly. Anxiety raced through him as they waited to see what would happen next: would Edward die and their daughter officially become a murderer? Would he live and tell the world what she had done? Would Edward expose them all? He didn't know. All he could do was hold tight to Christine until the doctor came out to tell them what had become of Edward.
 
Edward's doctor emerged from surgery with a very sullen expression. "Monsiuer and Madame, Edward Tremaine has suffered extensive injury, but he will live." "My son will live?" Edward's father pushed past Daae. "Yes, sir. But, he will not act ever again." The father looked at Christine and pointed his finger at her. "I want you out of my facility. You will never be allowed back. I want that spawn of Satan out!" Christine felt more hot tears as she flew from the room in despair.
 
The Phantom stood in stunned silence as the doctor told them all what had become of Edward. He was glad he had lived, but only because he didn't want his daughter to become a murderer. As Edward's father began yelling at Christine, the Phantom felt a red hot fury coursing through his body. When Christine turned and ran from the room he called out to her. "Christine!" He longed to run after her and hold her, but something inside of him snapped. He turned back to face Edward's father - his eyes burning with hate - and screamed at him. "How dare you talk to her like that! She did nothing wrong! Your son could have died without her, you ignorant fool!" With that, he reached his hand back behind his head, clamped it into a fist, and punched Edward's father in the nose. He heard the satisfying crack of bone beneath his fist, but didn't wait around any longer. He ran out of the room to find Christine.
 
Christine was a long ways ahead of the Phantom by now. With her shoes getting louder and louder in her own ears as she went from concrete to tile floor of the only home she knew, she searched and searched for Catherine. "Cathy!" She screamed in agony when she couldn't find the young actress anywhere. "Cathy!" Raoul was still there, waiting for the mother. "Christine, she's safe. Calm down." He put his hands around her. Christine buried her face in the same way Catherine did. "Raoul! It's awful! We've been.kicked out!"
 
The Phantom ran after Christine, but she was too far away for him to know which way she had gone. So, he guessed that she would have gone back to find Catherine, and started making his way where they had left her. He ran through the streets, his heart pounding in his chest, hoping Christine and their daughter were both safe and waiting for him. However, the sight he saw when he arrived made him sick. Catherine was no where to be found, but Christine was there crying into the shirt of Raoul. The Phantom stopped dead in his tracks, but the two had already seen and heard him approaching.
 
De Chagney's smile couldn't be brighter as he held his love again. "He won't hurt her ever again, Christine." Raoul whispered. Daae loved Raoul again. Upon hearing her child's father behind them, she jumped. "I cannot stay here any more. It will break Catherine's heart, but she can't see you any more." Catherine waited at home for her parents, secretly hoping that this would drive her father to his old ways. "Papa, I'm sorry." She spoke softly.
 
The Phantom couldn't believe what he was hearing, or seeing, for that matter. At first he was heartbroken and tears threatened to fall once again. "But Christine..." He was shocked at her - he hadn't recalled doing anything that would frighten her away. He was hurt because he didn't understand why she was turning from him once again. "I haven't...what have I done?" He asked, at least needing to know why she was leaving him. Then something else churned inside him - something he had tried to expel from his body. A feeling of revenge. Fury churned through his body at the vicomte once more. He was always showing up at the worst moment - always taking Christine from him. He had finally had enough of this - he couldn't take anymore. He screamed out a painful, agonizing wail that sounded like the last scream of a mortally wounded soldier and leapt at the vicomte, wrapping his hands around Raoul's throat.
 
Christine lunged at the Phantom. "Let go!" She yanked on his arms in a futile attempt at throwing the Opera Ghost off of Raoul. "Leave him alone!" Christine's strength was nothing to match this man's. "You'll kill him!" Finally, without thinking, she kicked him in the face.
 
The Phantom ignored Christine's attempts to get him off of the vicomte and continued to strangle him. He smirked at the way Raoul struggled to breath under his grasp. In fact, he probably never would have let go until Raoul was dead, if Christine hadn't kicked him in the face. The sudden pain in his cheekbone caused him to let go of the vicomte's neck as he fell off of him. He lay on his back looking up at Christine with a shocked and confused look on his face - shocked because she had lashed out at him, and confused because he couldn't believe he had attacked someone again. He lay with his back against the wall in silence, touching his bloody lip.
 
Raoul took deep rasping breaths as he was released. "Th-Thank you." He managed to expel the two words from his lips. Christine touched Raoul's cheek and kissed him. "My love, we can go now. We are free." She helped him up and they left for years, until Catherine's twenty first birthday, when she was free to do as she pleased, even return to the place she treasured, as Lord Tremaine had passed on weeks prior. She completely forgot about the dreaded Opera Ghost.
 
The Phantom spent those years exiling himself to his home beneath the opera. He barely came out anymore and the managers only received notes when he felt well enough to argue with them for a few days. Those few years were the loneliest of his life. It was one thing loosing Christine when he let her go of her own accord. It was another to loose her after she had told him she loved him truly and he learned that they had a child together - plus, one on the way.
 
Catherine was extremely excited to get back to her favorite place in Paris. She turned around to a seven year old boy and a girl as well. "Come along, you two, we must hurry! We have two hours before we need to be home." She took both of their hands as she entered. She stopped when she saw Edward, who could barely speak now and hurried the twins past him. "Quickly, Box Three." He rushed them there.
 
The Phantom hadn't been to a show in months. He didn't want the talent in the Opera House to be too horrible, so he thought he'd go tonight and just make sure everything and everyone was to his liking before slipping away into his lair for another few months of solitude. He stumbled up to the world above with a sigh - the last thing he wanted was to go anywhere tonight or do anything. He had lost his life's only purpose twice now and he knew there was no way he could get her back now - she must be long gone, probably fled Paris and went far away from him by now. Still, he took his normal seat in box five which the managers had graciously left empty for him. He supposed they were giving in to his simple demands now more than ever because there were very few anymore.
 
Catherine felt a surge of warmth over her as she watched the twins press their hands and faces to the glass keeping them from falling. "Sissy! Look at that!" The boy was pointing at the crowd below. "I know, my love " Catherine stroked his hair. "They're pretty!" The girl's voice chimed in as she looked from below, to directly across from them. "Woah!" She was looking at the Opera Ghost. "Why's he wearing that mask?" "Lillith, please don't stare or shout." Catherine looked where her sister was pointing and didn't recognize the Phantom.
 
The Phantom sat in his box exasperated - he wished the show would start so he could just go back to sulking below the House. A throbbing pain went through his head as he sat there, the lights causing him to have a headache, plus the rumble of chatter of those still filling into the house. He looked up by chance and the sight that he saw in box three made him look back at the box twice. He blinked several times and still couldn't believe that he was seeing a woman who looked a lot like Catherine with two young children. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Well, all those days and nights in endless darkness are really screwing up your eyes. He thought to himself. Still, the sight made his heart ache and he thought about leaving, but didn't.
 
"I see him too!" The boy, called Alistair pointed. "Just wait....wait here." Catherine held them down in their seats. "I don't see anything over there." She did, in reality, see this being, but didn't want to believe that it was him. Catherine left to get a bit of air before the show and Lillith scooted down from her seat. She was a mischievous little one, always causing trouble. "Come on, Ali!" She urged him to come with her, but her twin moved not. Frustrated, Lilly escaped Box Three to go and find this man, but she couldn't reach the door handle. She jumped once, missed. Jumped a second time, missed.
 
The Phantom stopped rubbing his eyes and froze. He had heard something outside his box at the door. He rose from his seat and made his way to the door with his eyebrow raised in confusion. He opened the door, a blank expression on his face but his brow still furrowed, and looked down to see a small girl. Not just any girl, the one from box three. He spoke hesitantly, the words cracked as they came out - his voice was raspy from not having talked out loud in so long, and from screaming for long hours into the night every time his memories haunted him. "Hello, Miss. Why do you come to my box?" He looked down the hall both ways, seeing no one but the little girl. "Surely your parents will be concerned by your disappearance."
 
"Nuh uh." She shook her head. "My mama and papa aren't here, mister." She relaxed her hand that was still raised. "I knew it!" She said excitedly. " I knew you were real. Sissy didn't believe me, but I knew it!" She started jumping up and down in excitement. "Why are you all alone? You can have a spot in our box." She pointed behind her to box three and looked left and right for Caroline.
 
The Phantom laughed which was also a horrible raspy sound. "You know me, child? Is my legend still that notorious? I didn't think anyone remembered the tortured soul that lived beneath the Opera House, now that I've left most people alone for several years." His eyes wandered to the direction of box three, though he couldn't see it from where they were. He brought his attention back to the child. "Thank you, child, but I can't. Many people would not appreciate an appearance from me, I'm afraid. Even if I have been pretty docile these last few years. No one forgets the past that quickly." He sighed as his thoughts started to wander again.
 
"Of course I know you. My mama, she loves talking about a man that she loved that taught her to sing. She said he was an angel." Lilly smiled and hugged the man's leg before taking off again. "I wanna talk with you later!" She says. "After the show, I'm gonna sneak away!" She promised him this.
 
The Phantom was stunned. Had this girl just said what he thought she said? Her mother...talking about a man that taught her to sing...an angel....that she loved...He shook his head in disbelief, but was shaken from his thoughts when the girl grabbed his leg in a hug. He subconsciously placed a hand on her back, returning the hug. "Of course..." he said to the girl's request, though he hadn't entirely processed what she had said. "I'll...I'll be here." He told her before she detached from his leg and ran back off to box three.
 
Catherine came back from her appointment just in time to see her sister. "I told you to stay with Alistair." Catherine opened the door and they walked in. "I had to go." Lilly lied as she sat down again. "Ah, I see." Catherine blew it off, knowing her sweet sister would never lie to her. When the clock struck three, the building was filled with beautiful music that brought Cathy to tears. Alistair held her hand.
 
The Phantom returned to box five and shut the door behind him before taking his seat again. The show went on below him - one that he would have been pleased with if he would have been watching - but his eyes were drawn constantly to box three. He couldn't believe that the girl that had just come up to him was Christine's daughter. If, however, she really was, then that would make the eldest woman Catherine - that thought stung worst of all - and the young boy...well, he supposed either Catherine's son or Christine's. The Phantom's mind wandered to the child that he had never seen born - his child - the one that Christine had been pregnant with when she left him for the second time. Could that girl...could she be mine? It was possible, he knew. However, he also knew that he hadn't heard what had become of his child. For all he knew, something horrible could have happened, God forbid. Perhaps that girl, and the boy for that matter, were both the vicomte's children. The Phantom felt himself growing weary - all of this thought about Christine, Raoul, and his children were causing the Phantom's heart to break, and he had felt enough of that for three lifetimes. He wished there was a way to end his pain - he didn't know what to do, which way was the least painful. Stay and wait to meet this girl who may or may not be his child, or leave before she comes to go spend the rest of his life wallowing in his own misery below the Opera? He couldn't see into the future, so therefore, couldn't tell which path would cause him less pain. He supposed he would do as he promised and talk to the girl after the show.
 
Lillian, who usually enjoyed her time in this place, was growing more and more anxious with each passing minute, glancing every now and then to the Phantom's box. She had seen him before, but couldn't imagine where. Finally giving into weariness, she laid her head in Catherine's lap, looking up at her brother. A thought struck her memory. Lillith looked at the Phantom, then her brother, the Phantom, then her brother, and didn't register what was going on before falling asleep. When the time came, she was shaken lightly by her elder sister. "Love, awaken. It is time to leave." She wanted to congratulate her old friends on a job well done. On the way there, Lillith escaped.
 

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