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[Tuesday
June 21st, 2005 at 8:35pm]
This. Sucks. I hate writer's block.....

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[Monday
June 20th, 2005 at 9:24am]
yay! another update saying it will be a while before I update! lol. I got most of my stuff moved in, now I just need furniture lol. But as such, I have a room full of boxes and little to no time to unpack them, so all of my spare time will be doing that. If I have time today I'll try to get an update in, but we'll see. mrrrrrrr I hate moving
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[Tuesday
June 14th, 2005 at 8:57pm]
Sorry everybody but it may be a little bit before I can update because a) the story is about to get a little dirty and I'm unsure of how to handle it and b) I just rented my first apartment (squee) and am in the process of moving and c) I have no comp at home and I feel uneasy about writing smutish type stuf at work. Once I find my muse again, it'll all be good, but right now my life is insane.
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[Friday
June 10th, 2005 at 5:21pm]
my new icon made by zansidhe
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[Friday
June 10th, 2005 at 4:18pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

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[Thursday
June 9th, 2005 at 7:15pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

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Ah next time will be the ball!!!!! I'm so excited, I can't wait to write it, but this looked like a good stopping place, so I stopped lol

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[Wednesday
June 8th, 2005 at 12:24pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

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sorry it took so long to update, I had to re-write the whole thing. I like the way this turned out better than my orginal though so yay!

ps-computer update. My computer is a piece of shee-it and is currently at Best Buy being it's own broken self but I can update at work, so no worries!!!

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[Monday
June 6th, 2005 at 5:49pm]
[ mood | amused ]

I'M ALIVE!!!!!!!!!

I plan on going home and writing a new chapter tonight. If you want to read the first six, come to my journal phantom_ayesha and enjoy!!!!!!

PS I love to hear feedback!!!!

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[Sunday
February 27th, 2005 at 12:04am]
please pray for my family, or at least keep us in your thoughts. tonight my brother's cat died. it hit us all so hard, she was part of the family. she was hit and some kind family took her to a 24 hour vet 30-45 minutes away. She was in too much pain, and we had to put her to sleep. My brother is.....not himself. of course neither am i. If you've never had a pet you're really close to die, you don't really understand. it hits hard. it may be a while before i can update again.
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[Friday
February 18th, 2005 at 1:47pm]
[ mood | artistic ]

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[Thursday
February 17th, 2005 at 11:00pm]
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[Thursday
February 17th, 2005 at 8:01am]
Chapter Four

Christine awoke to the feeling of sandpaper against her cheek. "Mrow?" purrs Ayesha. "Oh Ayesha! Has Erik sent you to keep an eye on me?" Christine asks as she stands. She pets the cat, looks around her. Her large dressing was still filled with flowers in a rainbow of colors...like she had never left. But then she glanced towards her dressing table and saw that the rose that had been there earlier was gone. She walked over the mirror with a sinking feeling. Putting a hand on the glass she tries to slide it over, discovering what she had feared....it was sealed. She fell to her knees sobbing. Ayesha tried to comfort her, but it was no use.

Days passed, then weeks. Christine had replaced Carlotta, as Carlotta had come down with a severe illness
She was relaxing after a marvelous performance wherein she checked Box 5 constantly, hoping to see a flash of white mask. There came a knock at her door. "Mlle. Christine? You have a visitor. He says...." The girl had no chance to finish because the door burst open. "Christine, these fools would not let me in to see you, even though I told them I was your fiancee!" Raoul said angriliy. For some one who suppoaedly was to have been longing for her, he looked supposedly well reated in comparision with Christine, who had greatly lost weight and her eyes no longer held innocence and hope, but these emotions had been replaced by pain and fear. Christine gasped, and then calmly looked at him and said, with knowledge beyond her years, "They were right to do so. I have no wish to see you nor do I have a fiancee." She turned from him and coldly gestured towards the now-closed door. "Christine don't be silly. I was foolish. I've missed you" he said, and then he leaned in to kiss her. The sound of her hand slapping his cheek rang through the room. He looked down at her as she said "You have no right. Please leave." Raoul grabbed her and spat "By God, you are mine!" and roughly kissed her. She beat against his chest, but to no avail. He grabbed a scarf off the dressing room table and tied her hands behind her and ripped off her dress robe, revealing a black corset and black stockings. She screamed, and he stuffed another scarf in her mouth. "You belong to me, and no other." he rasped. She looked at him with intense fear in her eyes and saw the madness in his. He no longer looked of the polish gentleman, but rather of a madman that frightened her more the Erik ever could. She knew in her heart Erik would never harm her, but Raoul....

She realized there was no stopping him, and fainted. Raoul did not even notice, He readied himself to take her, when suddenly a lasso appeared out of no where, closing around his neck. He gasped and struggled, in in trying to get out of the stranglehold of the lasso woke Christine up. Her eyes grew wide, and she gasped. Erik walked over to her, still holding the rope, and tore the gag from her mouth. "Erik" she sighed, and he pulled her to him. "Did he hurt you?" Erik rasped. "No, he didn't. Not badly. He's not worth it Erik. You don't need another death on your head." Christine pleaded. Erik sighed and released Raoul. "Consider yourself lucky she saw fit to save your life. This is your final reprieve." Raoul ran from the room cursing. "I shall get you Phantom...and then I will make you watch when I finally have Christine." Erik lunged for him, but Raoul quickly closed the door and ran. A sob escaped from Christine, and Erik flew to her side, quickly untying her and gathering her into his arms, kissing her forehead, rocking her back and forth, murmuring words of love and comfort. Christine couldn't stop sobbing, she was so terrifed and shocked. Eric picked her up and carried her to his lair. He gently laid her in his bed and drew the curtain closed. He went to leave when he heard her tremulously say "Please. Erik, please, j-just hold me. I need to feel safe. I need you..." She looked at him with tears streaming down her face. "Hold me. I love you." He saw the love in her eyes and the fear of rejection. He sighed, removed his coat and climbed in next to her. He cautiously put one hand on her waist. She sighed and snuggled against him, sweetly kissing his chest. "Thank you" she whispered and then fell asleep. He kissed her forehead, and murmered, knowing she was asleep, "We have much to figure out...but right now everything is right. I love you...."


mrrrrrr....i need a boyfriend lol
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[Tuesday
February 15th, 2005 at 10:13pm]
[ mood | drained ]

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.

Chapter Three

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.

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[Tuesday
February 15th, 2005 at 2:23pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Chapter two:

Christine pushes open the mirror and slowly steps over into the passageway. She looks around wide eyed "It hasn't changed at all.....except for a year's worth of dust." She follows the passage down the twisting hall, spiral steps, and right to the edge of the lake. She looks around but the boat is nowhere to be found. She sighs and turns around thinking "I guess it's not meant to be today." She climbs back to her room, heart heavy. When she returns she takes Madame Giry's advice and rests.

"Christine."
"Christine!"
"Mm...yes Madame Giry?"
"The owners wish to see you"
"Now?"
"Yes, hurry, they don't like to be kept waiting."

Christine rises, and makes sure she is presentable. She follows Mdme. Giry to the office where she is warmly embraced by both M. Richard and M. Moncharmin. "Ah my dear Christine we have so missed you." "Yes when that rogue Raoul stole you away he stole a piece of our hearts" they exclaimed. "You are too kind" Christine murmered. "Nonsense" declared M. Moncharmin. "We adore you. Now, we were wondering if you would do us a bit of a favor since you are here and all" "How may I be of help sir?" she queired. "Nothing big at all, just Carlotta is not able to sing Faust tonight, and since we know that you can sing the part, we were hoping you would help us out by stepping in just for tonight." pleaded M. Richard. Christine looked away. "It has been a year since I've sung. I don't know if I'm able." "Nonsense, we'll get you right to rehearsal, you'll be fine." And with nothing else said, Christine was shuffled to the stage. She hears the first few notes, and her heart lightens. She steps into the light as if in a trance. "Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said good bye...." She sings with the voice of an angel, and thinks of Erik with every note sung. She finishes, blinks and looks around. Madame Giry is glowing, and M. Moncharmin and M. Richard begin clapping. "Brava, bellisimo" Christine blushes, and Madame Giry steps up and puts an arm around her shoulders. "Come child, enough rehearsal. Let's get the costume fitted to your smaller frame..." and as she leads Christine away, whispers in her ear "Erik would be pleased."

The costume is finally done and none to soon. Christine barely has a second to breathe before she is pushed on stage. She transported back a year in time, and everything is right in her world. She sings beautifully, dedicating every word to Erik, hoping he hears her. She's realized how much he did indeed love her......and how much she loves him. She vows that after the show she will go to him, even if she has to swim the whole way. Faust finished and she is led back to her dressing room, which is full of flowers. But she only sees one thing. A single red rose with a black ribbon tied to it. "Erik..." she sighs....

more later, work time! woot lol.

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[Tuesday
February 15th, 2005 at 9:35am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

The story begins a year after the musical stops telling the story.

"Raoul, please, talk to me, what's wrong" pleaded Christine. Raoul sighs and says "I don't know. Now that I have you and there's no competition for you, it seems I'm not as interested as I once was. I've tried for this past year but....there's just no challenge. I love you...but I can't marry you." Christine looks at him with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry" he whispers as he reaches for her. "No" she says as she backs away from him, "don't touch me." She looks at him one last time, and then walks away, disappearing into the mist.

Chapter One

A knock sounds on the Giry's door. "Who is it?" "Christine." The door flies open. "Christine? Oh my it is you! What's wrong? Why are you crying?" "Oh Meg" Christine sobs, falling into Meg's open arms, "Raoul didn't love me, he loved the adventure. He says he won't marry me." Meg soothes Christine, and shuts the door. "I'm sorry Meg I shouldn't had dropped in like this, I just had no where else to go." "Meg, who's down there" calls a voice from the stairs. "It's Christine mama" calls Meg. "Christine?" Madame Giry, rushes down the stairs and envelopes Christine in her arms. "Here child, we'll take care of you, you're always welcome" comforts Mdme. Giry. Meg fills her in about Raoul. "That cad" exclaims Mdme. Giry. "Madame Giry?" Christine queries. "Yes child" "H-How is Erik?" Mdme Giry sighs "Not well. He eats barely enough to live. He's stopped composing, and won't do anything but sit listening to that music box and staring at a ring. I don't know what happened in that lair, but it has broken his heart." "M-may I see him?" "No, I don't think that would be wise right now. Come, let's get you back in your old dressing room. People believe it haunted, but you and I both know it's not, so you may stay there" "Yes Madame." Christine follows obediently.

The lock sounds in the door. "No one has used it since you left. I believe there are several of your dresses still in the closet." "Thank you so much" "It is nothing. I think of you as my own child. Now get some rest. You've had a long day" "Yes Madame" Christine lies. Madame Giry leaves, shutting the door behind her. Christine crosses over to the door and locks it again. She then turns around and stares at the mirror, a decision clear in her eyes. She walks over to it as in a trance, and slowly pushes the mirror to the side....

that's all for the moment, got work to do. prolly more later!

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[Tuesday
February 15th, 2005 at 9:31am]
Title: (still working that out)
Pairing: Erik/Christine
Rating: PG/maybe lapsing into PG-13
Phantom Version: Continuation of musical/maybe film

forgive the wishy-washyness, this is a work in progress
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