This entry has been edited because it was written when i was about to pass out and it was too much info shoved into too little space.
Christine picked up the black-ribboned rose to her nose and inhaled deeply. She sighed "Erik" and memories flooded her soul. The look of love in his eyes as he sang to her through the mirror, the hunger clear on his face as he showed her the wedding dress. The feel of his arms as he lifted her and put her in his bed to rest. The anger in his voice after she took off his mask and the resignation in the droop of his shoulders as he returned her to Madame Giry.
"Oh Erik," she said with tears in her eyes, "I hurt you so." She set the rose down. She quickly changed out of her costume, and threw on a beautiful red gown. It was a sleek evening gown that would be easier to swim in than her other gowns, though she hated to ruin the silk. "Ah well," she thought, "Erik is well worth it and more." She crossed over to the mirror and opened it again. Once again she traveled through the corridor. She looked around and the beautiful wall hanings and sconces where covered in cobwebs and dust. Wishing she had thought to bring a candle, she felt her way along the grimy wall. Suddenly something brushed against her leg. She screamed and looked down. Two big eyes stared back at her in the dark. "Ayesha!" Christine cried. "What are you doing up here? Come, let's take you back to Erik. My but you're nothing but skin and bones. Will you lead the way since you know it better than I?" She set the cat down and followed it down the stairs, and around the corner. The lake came into view, but the cat was no where to be found. "Ayesha," she called, "Where are you little kitty?"
She looked for a few more minutes, but then gave up. There was no boat in sight, but there was a piece of driftwood. Christine climbed on it and began paddling across the water. As she turned the corner and his lair came into view, she gasped. Instead of the beautiful candle lit palace she remebered, with a beautiful organ shining golden in the candle light, it was a barren wasteland. She remembered the whole room being lit with a golden glow, but not this. No light anywhere. No sounds. The entire room was gray, cobwebs and dust over everything, and water turning green. She looked down and the candlabras in the mist were rusted and falling apart. The magnificent organ just stood silent, covered in dust and rotting parchment, some of Erik's greatest works....all written for her. When she abandoned him, they too were abandoned.
Tears were streaming down her face as she flew from the boat. "Erik!" she cried "Where are you?" She pushed through the cobwebs over to the organ. She picked up a sheet. "Angel of the Opera." She picked up another. "Demon of Hell." She looked at one last sheet. She glanced at the title, sobbed and dropped it like it had burned her. "All I Ask of you."
"Damn you demons can't you just leave me well enough alone? Can't you let me die in my misery without constantly having to hear her voice?" came crying from a voice in the corner. "Erik!" Christine gasped. She finally adjusted to the darkness and saw him sitting in a chair, just as Madame Giry had described him. Gaunt, he looked as if he hadn't eaten in months. His face had lost so much that he had to tie his mask on. His shirt opened to show a chest so emaciated you count every rib in his chest. She doubted he had the strength to move. He moved, and suddenly a tinkling melody filled the air. "Masquerade...paper faces on parade....Masquerade...hide your face so the world will never find you...." sang out a pain-filled voice, and then Erik doubled over sobbing.
With a cry she fell to her knees beside him. "Oh Erik, please speak to me!" He roughly pushed her away. "I need not another ghostly vision of the love I lost, leave me be!" he said with a trembling voice. "Erik, truly, it's me, Christine. Please, look at me." He turned to her and looked at her. She looked into his eyes, and saw the raw pain, the same raw pain she had seen in his eyes that fateful day she foolishly left with Raoul. Only this time there was nothing else in his eyes. Just emptiness. He stared at her as if he could see right through her.
"I've seen better specters than you." Erik spat. "Let me die in peace." He turned away from her. Not knowing what to do, Christine began sobbing. She raised her eyes to his, and then got on her knees in front of him, confused and hurt. She looked into his eyes, and it dawned on her. She put her hands on his knees and she slowly sat up until she was at eye level with him looking bewilderly into hers. SHe leaned in and slowly began moving to kiss him. "Please no" he pleaded. "This is where the ghosts become cruel. Please I beg of you, don't steal this kiss as well." "Let me prove that I am real." She then kissed him.
He moaned, and then gasped and leaned back. "Truly Christine is it you? But...why? Why are you here?" he asked. "Shouldn't you be married to your precious Raoul?" he rasped as he pushed away from her and stood, looking down upon her with disgust, but in his eyes there was a glimmer of hope. She threw herself at his feet. "Please Erik, forgive me. I was young, and naieve. He told me he never loved me. He loved the chase. The challenge." "I see" Erik hissed "So you came running to you second choice, hmm?" "No, please, I realized today that if he and I had married, I would have been miserable. He never made my soul glow and fly......like you did....do. I thought about you all the time Erik. Please. I've missed you so." "Leave me now. I need to think. When and if I wish to see you again, I shall come for you. Return to where you came." With open sobs, she slowly stood and walked to the boat. She travels back to her room, not paying attention to anything. She walked back through the mirror, and collapsed in the middle of the room...
going to bed now....loooong day at work. Plus as this story means a lot to me, it is emotionally draining to write.