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

Her thin smile was barely evident in this light, but it was there, nonetheless. "You must not blame yourself. I was a foolish child when it came to those things. I knew he had passed on, yet here he was again, speaking to me during the day and singing me to sleep at night." She pressed her lips to the crook of his neck and whispered sweet things to him. "If that does not make me foolish, I do not know what does." His voice in her ear was like a chorus of one thousand song birds. "You know nothing of my extent of love for you."
 
Erik felt his heart burning as it thumped deep within his chest. As he held his lover close he felt himself falling in love with her all over again. He knew he couldn't be falling deeper into love, for there was no deeper extent of love that his heart could reach - he felt now that his heart had reached it's limits and just restarted that old spark once again. He smiled at her, still in that same wedding dress that he had bought for her all those years ago, and his head filled with a crazy idea. "Do you love me, Christine?" He asked suddenly as a silence fell over them. He knew she loved him, but he wanted to know the extent of that love. "I mean, do you really, truly love me?" He was asking her softly, not intending to insult her by making her think she didn't believe her words - he did, and always would, he just wanted to ask her again. Why did he want to know so badly? Well, a thought had passed through Erik - he wanted to marry her. However, he knew that earlier that day she hadn't seemed ready. He was not going to propose now, but he wanted to know what his chances were. Suddenly, he asked her something he hoped wouldn't come as too much of a shock. "If I were to propose to you, what would my chances be of getting a yes?" He smiled at her as he whispered in her ear. He knew she may not take this question well, so he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "I'm not proposing now, by the way. How unromantic would that be?" He chuckled before placing a quick, soft kiss on her lips. "I just want to know what the possible percentage might be for a yes or no." His tone of voice was playful, but he truly wanted to know what she felt about it.
 
She was taken aback that they were just speaking of Monsiuer Daae and now they were speaking of love and proposals and marriage. "I do. I love you more than my own life. When I was a tot, I would constantly ponder being with this voice for all eternity and all time, then my thoughts were torn from him by the introduction of certain people in my life." She was speaking of Raoul. "The percentage that I would say no...hm..." she put her pointer finger to her chin, tapping it jokingly. "I don't know, dear. It may be strange, seeing as how you basically raised me and knew me from infancy." She was teasing, of course. "And, there's that whole question of me being locked away for the rest of my days."
 
Erik knew that his question had been sudden, but the thought had been bothering him for some time and he needed to ask it. He smiled at her as she started to tease him again. "Ah," he teased back, pulling her close to him from her waist, "so it's alright to kiss you and make love to you, but it would be strange to marry you." He chuckled and kissed her neck before looking back up at her and pretended to be shocked by her last statement. "Locked up for the rest of your days?" He tried to sound appalled. "Why, Miss Daae, I am shocked by the very notion! When have I ever told you that marriage to me would mean you would have to be locked away below this House for the rest of our lives?" He started to smile, but he quickly tried to hide it, though it was useless - he was horrible at pretending to be angry at her.
 
"My most trusted friend, I am just unsure." She let out another moaning sound, but quickly stopped it, pushing him away in an angry fashion. "Please, do not tease me with your ghostly ways." She turned away and giggled. "I am a woman and am still, legally, the wife of one of the most important and powerful beings in all of Paris." She changed her face to a heartbroken expression. "I cannot be with you. I am a married woman and its just too confusing to be with you." She didn't know if these words were true. "But, I am very devout in faith and longing and reaching for another will send me to hell."
 
Erik felt himself smiling in fiendish delight at the way she moaned under his kiss. When she pushed him away he smirked at her. When she turned away from him he walked up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. He placed soft kisses on the back of her neck before turning his thumbs in circles on her soft skin, rubbing her back. "Marriage is an easy thing to end..." he whispered and he hoped he wasn't coming across as heartless - though he was only playing with her, he wanted to keep her feelings in mind. "...almost as easy as it is to start." He assured her between each kiss he placed on her skin. "You could never go to hell..." he whispered and let his breath touch the back of her neck "you're too beautiful - too good. God will forgive anything you do...who wouldn't? Just looking in your sweet, innocent eyes tells anyone that you are only capable of good things." He really did mean the last few things he said - in his eyes, Christine was perfect. She always had been and always would be. She was the angel, not he.
 
With her head leaning back to lay against his shoulder, she stared up at the lighting. "God...forgive me." She moaned again, but not any louder than the last time. "My husband...he knows...that I...that...that I...love ...another." Unable to endure this joy anymore, she moved away again. "Please, do not tease me." She cried and sank to her knees, then got into a fetal position on the ground. "Teacher, I-I need you. Please...ple-please...don't...don't go." She was crying terribly as she lay there. Their family came in and Alistair climbed onto the stage. "Mother!"
 
Erik was instantly frightened for the poor girl as she sank to her knees and began crying, begging him not to leave. He got down on his knees beside her, his mind whirling and her cries. My God...what have I done? He thought to himself, concern filling his eyes. He heard Alistair shout out for his mother and he looked sharply at the boy and held a hand up for him to stay where he was. "Stay, son. She's alright...just let me speak to her, please." He turned back to Christine and started whispering soothing words in her ear as he caressed her cheek. "Hush, darling...hush, now." He whispered, his hand now rubbing her arm gently. "I'm not going anywhere." He bent down and kissed her tear-stained cheek softly and continued whispering soft words to her, hoping to calm her.
 
Christine ignored her son, having no interest in the boy right now. "My sweet Phantom, I need you so much more now." She crawled over to him and curled up onto his lap, still being the same child she was before. "I don't want you to think you've been rude. You haven't disgraced me. You are in love." Alistair stopped dead in his tracks. "Father, what is she saying?" Christine sat up. "Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime..." she began, singing her true feelings. "Say you need me with you, now and always..promise me that all you say is true, love me, that's all I ask of you."
 
Erik let her curl up onto his lap and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He turned to his son and smiled a small, reassuring, half-smile at him. He didn't wish to speak, but he didn't want the boy to be afraid. So, he gave him a look that said everything was going to be alright, he just needed to wait a few moments more. As Christine started singing a song, he listened for just a few seconds and knew exactly what it was - he couldn't believe she was singing this song...with him. It broke his heart in two that she loved him so much and tears started to fill up in his eyes as he sang back to her, forcing his memory to recall the song. "Let me be your shelter...let me be your light. You're safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you..." he sang in a soft whisper close to her ear.
 
"All I want is freedom, a world with no more night, and you." She held tighter to his robes. "Always beside me...to hold me and to hide me." She loved him too much and that, she realized, is why she was singing this song with him. She listened as not only Erik sang this, but William did as well, to Catherine. She was acting in a similar manner to her mother.
 
Erik didn't even notice Catherine and William singing this to each other - he was far too caught up in this moment with Christine. He felt the tears start to fall slowly from his eyes, down onto his cheeks as Christine kept singing and holding him. As he sang the next verse he poured his heart out to her - as if his own heart were begging her to consider them. "Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you here, beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too. Christine, that's all I ask of you." He kissed her cheek, knowing she would want to continue the song, but he longed for her lips against his. He held tightly onto her, as if he let her go then he would never be able to hold her again.
 
She did not necessarily wish to continue this song. It was too painful that she felt like she was betraying Raoul, who was now leering down at them from box five. "Christine Daae! How could you!?!" This made everyone jump, but Christine felt no shame. She loved Erik more than anyone else on this planet. Raoul was crying, but walked away from them quietly. He knew he was too foolish to believe that Christine may return to him. He fled overseas again. "I cannot believe I hurt him so badly. What have I done?" A small part of her wasn't upset about this at all, and she was ashamed of those feelings of non sympathy or remorse. "I have made my choice." She kissed Erik.
 
Erik couldn't believe that the vicomte had been there in box five, watching them. It startled him, but he was thankful when the young man left and did not push the issue. He ran his fingers through her hair gently and held her close to comfort her. "Do not worry yourself, my dear. It was not your fault - you're simply in love." He said, smiling at her. He wasn't prepared for her to kiss him, but when she did the startled look quickly fled from his face and was replaced with sympathy and tenderness. When the kiss broke he caressed her cheek lightly. "I am glad, my darling, Christine." His eyes shown with a brightness that was unknown only to those who had never loved before.
 
Christine moved the hair away from his face and kissed him gently. "I have no regrets, my teacher." She kissed his hand. "Please, do not think of me as rude to him. His status in society will surely win him many women." She craned her neck toward the couple at the far end of the room, on the balcony, still singing together, when something goes terribly wrong. The Vicomte kidnaps Catherine and will force her to marry him.
 
Erik smiled at her, finally feeling as though his life truly were coming together. "Of course not, my dear. You are, and could not be, in anyway rude to anyone." As Erik got up, carefully helping Christine to her feet, he made his way over to his son to tell him at last that everything was alright. As he turned to do so the lights went out all over the House. When they came back on after several minutes, Catherine was gone.
 
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William was lying on the ground in a pool of scarlet red liquid. He was dying because he had fought hard and long to keep Catherine at his side. "I-I..." he coughed up blood. "I tr-tried, Father, Mother." He was speaking to the Phantom and Christine. Holding his bloodied hand over his chest he kept coughing as Raoul escaped with Catherine, calming her. "Hush now, my sweet pet."
 
Erik was torn between trying save his daughter, and trying to save William. Raoul had already gone too far, Erik knew he wouldn't be able to catch them. He would have to find them some other way. Right now, he was distracted by the dying young man. Erik ran up to him and kneeled beside him. Taking his jacket off, he attempted to use a piece of fabric he ripped from his own shirt to soak up the blood coming from the boy's chest. It was futile - the blood just stained each bit of it red until you would have swore it had been bought that way. "Hang in there, son." He tried to keep his voice steady so as to not frighten William, but there was fear in his eyes. This wasn't looking good for him. "You tried, William. It'll be alright - we'll find her." He whispered, ripping another piece of fabric form his shirt and pressing down on his wound.
 
"T-Tell her I d-did treasure h-her." He fell unconscious and Christine thought him to be dead. "No! NO! Willam! My son, answer me!" She struck him across the face. "WILLAM!" She threw herself upon him as quickly as she could in an attempt to stop the bleeding. "Nurse! We need a nurse!" A pale woman came through the doors and toward them and immediately began her work. She worked for hours until she put a blanket over his face. "I'm very sorry. Please, do not worry yourself about him any longer." She held Daae by the shoulders to steady her as Alistair and Lillith burst into hysterics.
 
"No...no! William, don't say things like that. You aren't going anywhere." Erik pleaded with him, the fear rising in his chest. "William, you'll get through this - you can tell her yourself when we find her. No!" The boy's chest stopped rising and falling as Christine came over and did her very best to keep him responsive. He held her close to his body to keep her calm as the nurse worked on William. When she gave the news he brought his children close to him and held them, hoping to calm them. "Hush, my children. He is safe - he is with God." He tried to keep his voice calm but it wavered and he felt tears forming in his eyes.
 
Alistair shed tears, but they weren't tears of sadness. "I hate him!" He was horrified and upset and angry about all of this. "He's the real monster!" He dug his nails into his trousers, trying, unsuccessfully, to stay calm. "Mother, how could you ever love that wretched man?!" He spat at her, but Christine merely shook her head in agitation. She also dug into clothing, Erik's clothing. "Bring Catherine home! He's going to marry her for revenge! Or...or worse! Oh God! What did I do to deserve this agony!" She wailed.
 
Erik was shocked by his son's behavior. He held the boy's shoulders tightly - but not tight enough to hurt him - and looked him dead in the eyes. "Don't ever do that to your mother again." His voice was cold and stern as he spoke, but a part of him wished that he didn't have to act this way to his children. "She cannot help who she loves - no one can." His voice got softer, more kind but still serious. "Love is a hard thing to understand, son. However, the heart does not choose who it falls in love with. And believe me," he said, "Raoul was not always this way." Erik knew exactly what kind of pain Raoul was going through - he had been here many, many times before. However, he would not sit around and let him take his daughter away. He held Christine's hands in his tightly and kissed her forehead. "I will." He promised her. "I will bring her home. I won't let anything bad happen to her, I promise you that, darling." He stood and kissed her one last time. Before turning to go he whispered a soft, "I love you", to her and the children and ran out the doors. He kept running, down the streets of town, calling out for Catherine and Raoul. He didn't know where they were or if they could hear him, but he screamed anyway. "Vicomte, free my daughter this instant! Taking her and holding her, against her will, will bring you no reward!" As he kept calling and he kept hearing silence echoing back to him, he grew furious. "Damn you, vicomte! Give me back my daughter!!" His words echoed through the dark, empty streets that he was now walking in - unaware that he had entered this part of town.
 
Catherine was weeping into her dress as she sat by the fire, soaking wet with tears and the rain. "Please, let me go back to my William!" She cried into her hands. He took the hands from her face. "Little Lottie." He said softly. "That shall be your new name, for you are with a new husband, and a new life." He wrapped her in a warm towel. Catherine said nothing other than, "NO!" She pushed him from her. "I'm going back to my family." She threw the door open and splattered water everywhere as she escaped into the cold, wet night.
 
Erik was now close to tears from his anguish as he called desperately for his daughter. "Catherine! Dear, God, where are you? Please, God...please let me find her!" He had been searching for hours, his legs, heart, and soul growing weary but he dared not give up. He would not quite so long as his little girl was out there with...him. Just as he felt he was about to collapse to the ground in tears, he saw a figure running out into the night from a house just down the street. "Catherine?" He whispered to himself, his voice raspy from all the yelling he had been doing. As she got closer he moved to her and said louder, "Catherine?" until he was finally able to yell out her name. He ran to her as quick as he could and embraced her, holding her close. "Oh, thank you, God! Thank you!" Now tears started to fall down his face, but he wiped them away quickly. "Let's get you home, my dear." He said with a smile as his whole body shook with delight.
 
"Pere..." she whispered. "It's...you." she was weak, but dared not collapse, for her father was much worse. "Pere, I am well." She supported half of his weight and would not show how weak she was. "Come, we must return to Mother and my siblings or they will surely be worried to death." She stumbled across Paris. She felt that her father was ill and she had to do something. She kissed his cheek. "Papa, please live."
 

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