The Return of the Angel

Hoorah! Chapter 1, from my first phan fic. here you go, enjoy!
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Chapter:1

It had been exactly one year since Erik had lost his beloved Christine. He made his incredible escape from the burning Opera Popular on that night. His delicate heart had never recovered from loosing her. He took up refuge in Madame Giry's flat, and every night, for six months, he would cry himself to sleep. Everyday he would begin to compose his new masterpiece. This new composure indeed reflected on his emotion. But even the strong comfort of music couldn't take away the pain of loosing Christine. Erik slowly just started to give up on his music. He would only sit, and stare at all of the happy couples out the window. Mme. Giry cared for his poor soul, and hid him from all of the outside world yet again.

The night Raoul whisked Christine away, they immediately fled France, and headed to New York. And now, one year later Christine sat in her bedroom, revisiting those long forgotten memories. She thought of the terror that Erik had filled her with. The first time seeing his whole face. She sat, and thought, she thought about him, where was he? Was he alright? Was poor Erik alive?

Deep down, she felt horrible about leaving him alone on that night. She would now always question herself if she was honestly happy with the Vicomte de Chagney. Raoul was always gone, working, or out with the other men drinking. He hardly ever saw her anymore. Christine still had
no doubt that he loved her, and she loved him, but she just wished they
would spend more time together. She let out an extended sigh, and walked toward her dresser. It was filled with many expensive clothes, and on top of the dresser was her jewelry box that Raoul had brought home to her one night. She took the box off the dresser and opened it up. She looked at all the nice expensive items inside, she ran her fingers over the soft red velvet lining. She never really cared so deeply for the exquisite clothes, jewelry, and expensive artistic pieces like all of the other women. Her thoughts gradually returned to Erik. She sat down at the table and began to write the letter.

Raoul sat in his chair talking to the fellow men about business. It was getting dark and people we starting to evacuate the building. He has
been invited out drinking with the other gentlemen. He wanted to see
his beautiful Christine, he hadn't seen her for two weeks. His job caused him to be away from her for days, weeks, or even months at a time.

Even when he returned it might not have been only but a few days before he had to leave again. Ever since they had arrived in America, Raoul had wanted to have a child. Christine would only reply, I just do not think the time is right. Every time she would say that Raoul would just storm out and not return until morning. When he would return home, he would find her asleep on her bed with the residue of dry tears all over her perfect, angelic face. He never wanted to hurt her, he did love her more than anything world. And he showed his love for her by buying her expensive items, for he couldn't always be there in the flesh for her. But Raoul thought that one more night away couldn't possibly be all that bad. So he went with the other men, drank brandy, and smoked the most finest cigars.

When Raoul unlocked the door of his and Christine's large flat, he expected to see her beautiful body rush towards him, kiss him, and welcome him home. But all he found was empty rooms, and a letter on the table starting with, Dear my darling Raoul.
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Please stay tuned until chapter 3, that is the one Phantomess edited, so it's so much better

This was very well executed. The very first paragraph set up the story where we know what happened before even if we've never heard of Phantom. Brava! The storytelling gives us a good visual of Erik and Christine's emotions and thoughts, as well Raoul. Brava, again!

Well done! Please continue. We all want to know where Christine as gone.

Brava, brava, bravissimi!

hee hee I am deviously evil, to not post chapter two yet, even no I do have it. > I think I might keep all of you in suspence for a little while longer.

Phantomess, thank you, I would still be so honored if you were to be my co-autoress.

I am your obedient servant. You have my email, you may write to me there and I will be honored to assist you.

It's good not to post too many at once. Give all a chance to read. I have pm'd some to come read and review.

At your service.

PhantomessFay

Ok, I've had a semi decent day today, so here be chapter two
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Chapter:2

Christine had taken her seat by the window, as soon as the train started moving forward, she let her mind wander free. She thought, was this the right thing to do? Am I just lying to myself? What am I doing on this train? Should I just jump off right now? Why am I so confused? For the whole ride to the border of America, she let her mind run rapid. She looked down at her hands, and also what was clutched in them. She felt the smooth paper of the boarding pass to the S.S. Laioul de Vou. Her trance was broken with the screech of the train's brakes. The train slowly came to a stop, and Christine got off. She took a cab to the ship port, slowly, and reluctantly
walked up the ramp onto the ship.


How could this be? Raoul was completely in disbelief from the letter addressed to him. he couldn't do anything but think of his beloved wife leaving him behind. She wrote that she was going out of the country to look for the finest necklace to wear at the grand ball that was taking place the next month. She wrote that no American necklace would do for such an
important event, and that she would return a week before the ball.
Raoul red the letter again and again, he looked at the date in which
the letter was written, the day he was to return.


Christine had put her things inside her cabin, and walked to a tiny shop she had saw when she got on the ship. She browsed for something suitable, and
found a stunning diamond necklace, that webbed down her entire neck.
She purchased the necklace and threw it in with the rest of her luggage.
She stopped, frozen, she heard the faint sound of music. It brought back so many memories of her entire life. Living in the dormitories of the opera house, Meg, her father, and Erik. The music filled her with so many emotions, she wanted to laugh, cry, and get angry all at the same time. In a trance-like state she walked to the room in which the music was coming from. She couldn't help but to almost walk on the stage. She hadn't seen a stage in what seemed like years. She hadn't sang since her and Raoul had fled Paris.

The gentleman on the stage noticed her eyes, sparkling with amazment. The man said, "You there, would you like to come up and entertain the crowd?"

Christine looked baffled,"I..I haven't sang in a long time I dont know if..."

The man interrupted her,"Nonsense, come up here miss."

Christine looked around and hesitantly walked up the stairs leading to
the stage. She opened her mouth and sang. The crowd was stunned,
silent, and in awe. When the end of the song came, she had a flashback
to the Hannibal rehearsals and her pride that she felt then. The crowd
cheered, and she was showered in flowers. This moment made her realize
she was doing the right thing by being on the ship. It was a sign.

Erik had now completely giving up on his composure. Now he would only
sit down by the window, or lay in bed and weep. His heart couldn't be
healed, he allowed himself to fall in love, and he got hurt by his only
love. He felt empty and lost, like a helpless, pitiful child. The only voice he ever heard was the sweet voice of his Christine.

Now, as he had done everyday for a year, he sat by the window and watched the people go by. He was suddenly pulled out of focus of the window to the door where Mme. Giry entering. When he continued looking out the window he caught a glimpse of the familiar long, brown, curly hair, and perfect body figure wandering down the streets of Paris.
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Sorry Phantomess I had to post this, but I swear I wont post another one until we get at least a few reviews. I promise.

As I've said before, good chapter, only I hope you don't mind that I went in and corrected all misspelled words.


I feel for all three of our favorite characters. Poor things. Good chapter.

Keep up the good work.

Brava, brava, bravissimi!

im liking this very much. It's an intreaging story so far. And you left me on a bloody cliff there. I awaite your next post.

i like this so far can`t wait to see what happens

Thank you Muse, and silver moon for the reviews, I shall post the next chapter when Fay gives it the go ahead.

Fay gave me the go ahead to post the next chapter, here you go enjoy!
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Chapter: 4

Around two o' clock in the morning Raoul le Vicomte de Chagny returned to his château a drunken wreck. This seemed like the
only way he could forget Christine's absence. He no longer wondered what she did, or how she faired. Because he had gotten so angry that she’d leave him; he didn't care about anything. So as he had done for the past week, he’d come home drunk every night. Only tonight a blonde, small framed woman followed him.

Like any man, he had urges and needs, especially since he and the Vicomtess would still be considered newly weds. At the moment, the young Vicomte didn’t seem to realize he had started peeling off his clothes the moment entered the edifice. All his addled mind could want was sleep. Certainly the body wanted to make love to the pretty blonde who now picked up every item of his clothing which went sailing by and hit the floor, but the old brain just wanted to shut down for a while.

Meg Giry, daughter of the Paris Opera House’s famed ballet mistress Madame Giry, quickly handed the pile of clothes in her arms to a passing servant and hurried to make sure the young Vicomte didn’t remove anything which would reveal what her
innocent eyes should not see. Certainly her mother agreed for her to follow the young man and see that he didn’t get into trouble, but now she feared she would be the trouble.

As they reached Raoul’s bed chambers, Meg came to an abrupt halt and snatched up his shirt from the floor and handed it to his gentleman’s gentleman Algernon. The old man made an expression of dismay, but accepted the shirt and stepped in
between the young woman and his master.

Babbling something meant to be passionate and alluring, shirtless Raoul flopped down on his comfy bed covered with a soft down comforter and requested help in removing his boots. Algernon put up a hand for young Meg to stay back, as he assisted in such a task.

With his boots off, the intoxicated Vicomte now called out for his young female friend to help him relax. Wide-eyed Meg and Algernon exchanged horrified looks; after all, the marriage of the young Vicomte had not been severed.

Without a word, Algernon eased back into the bed chamber where Raoul babbled something about a kiss. Picking up a nearby down pillow, he handed it to his master who promptly grabbed it up lustfully and proceed to embrace and kiss it; the pillow.

Assuring the young woman his master would not remember any of the humiliating things which transpired that evening, the old gentleman’s gentleman arranged for a carriage and footman to escort Meg home. This was not the first time she had and her mother had watched over the young Vicomte, but certainly the first time he’d brought her to his abode thinking to enjoy pleasures of the night.

As Algernon closed the door of the bed chambers, the faint sigh of satisfaction slipped from his master’s lips and he fell asleep with the pillow in his arms.
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Please read and review. thanks

Well, this certainly is a very interesting bit of work! I don't know who I should feel more sorry for...

Maybe, Christine, because having two men occupy your mind isn't child's play.


Please continue soon,


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Ha ha, No, indeed it's not at all. I've been there, it sucks.

Thank you Slytheriggie for your nice review.

more is to follow soon

hahaha. Funny yet interesting chapter.
bravo

Chapter 5

As the first rays of the sun trickled in and tickled Raoul's face, he turned away from the brightness and forced himself awake. As he arose from his soft, warm bed, he found himself shitless. Had he removed it before he slept? And why did he have a pillow cradled in his arms? His head ached from too much strong drink the previous night, as well as some distant fuzzy, memories of scattered events.

He knew Meg Giry came home with him, and he recalled kissing someone. Had he really dishonored his and Christine's vows? Then he remembered he didn't have a care for that anymore. She had left him, like one would abandon a dog.

After dressing in his frock and fedora, he headed straight for the tavern, as he had done every single day for the last few months. But this time, when he arrived, a finely dressed, good looking man waited for him.

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When Meg had returned home, her maid took her cloak and gave her a long white nightgown, to replace her day gown. A knock sounded at door just as she finished changing behind the screen.

The knock came from hr husband, Benoit Dominique, a French royal, whose name literally meant blessed. The man looked stunningly handsome, with shiny, dark hair. His unforgettable face made him famous in France for being a "ladies man". He had strong features, but his wonderful green eyes held a compassionate understanding. Without a doubt he fell hard for the beauty of Meg Giry and would stop at nothing until she became his wife.

Meg thought back at how they met; recalling Le Dealé Boutique, a clothing shop where she first saw him, and pegged him as a heartbreaker, as other women did. But when he saw her, he fell head over heels in love. However, when he tried to address her, she would have none of that, and slapped him, crying "YOU PIG!" and walked off. So there he stood, bewildered and stunned, yet he automatically trotted after her, demanding she explain.
A smile crept across her face as she thought about the time he filled her whole apartment with flowers. The man knew how to make her warm up to him. It started out slowly at first; and then they fell in love.

Meg recognized the handsome face that leaned in for her kiss. Passionately she leaned in and kissed him with such fire until she nearly took the very breath from his lungs. Gently, she teased him, embracing for another kiss, and when their lips barely connected, she pulled away. At this he moaned in a fake agony, while she tugged his arm to follow her to the bedroom.

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By now, Christine knew she had completely fallen in love with Erik. And she never more bothered to sneak into Erik's room every night. She simply stayed in the same room with him. For Madame Giry knew they had become lovers in the past three weeks.

To Erik it felt good to have her warm body, and sensual curves against his. Tenderly he kissed her face and caressed her hair as she slept. Certainly, he wanted her to make love with him, but he would never force her. He was more of a gentlemen than that. But how he longed for her touch. Oh how much he craved it! And when she kissed him, it sent tingles down his spine and an ache to his crotch. Surely he knew now, that she remained here for him, and no one else.

What a rush he felt when he thought of that fop, Raoul hanging at the end of his beloved Punjab lasso, whimpering, pleading for life. Such power he felt when he killed. Erik felt like the Lord himself, having power to give or take a life. The Phantom gave a sudden shudder, to reawaken himself to the present and away from such thoughts.

Tonight, dressed in a slightly transparent gown Christine walked into his room. With the way the moon struck her face, Erik thought she looked like she might actually have angel wings. He tried hard not to look at her gown, and focused on her face. But his eyes kept drifting down to her sensual curves, and what lay beneath the thin material.

Christine took note of this, and that his arousal became clear. She blushed, and actually wanted to make love to him, but her blasted vows stood in the way. How could she return home, to that slobbering drunk, whom she grew less and less fond of?

Now, moving to her beloved phantom, she embraced him for a sweet, passionate, and lustful kiss. His body responded, as he returned the kiss. They stayed with locked lips for what seemed like only a few seconds to Erik. The last time she pulled back in fear of elevating the act into something more than a kiss.

Erik wanted her, but he had to force himself to restrain his emotions. Slipping under the blankets he waited for her to join him. As she slipped into the very bed where he slept, she started to tremble.

"Christine, why are you shaking?" he asked, confused.

"Nothing...nothing...it's…it's nothing," came the answer.

Erik knew better. If she said "nothing", he’d have to guess the problem until he found the answer. "Are you cold?"

"No"

"Frightened?"

A quick lie came as she answered, "No."

He continued guessing, until he finally got the right one. Even when she replied "no", he could tell, from the quiver in her voice. "Christine, I love you, and I don't want you to fear for something I may do. I wouldn't do anything you don’t want me to."

She interrupted, "I trust you wouldn't do anything, I don't trust myself." She looked at Erik, who gave a look that said, ‘I love you, and I would die for you’.

With the way they felt for one another, they couldn’t lie next to each other without wanting more than a kiss and quick embrace. This told him that after a year, she had to finally admit to herself she didn't love Raoul, as she did him.

Christine could not stop from leaning over and kissing Erik, who lay in shock from the kiss, but happy she did it. The kiss turned more passionate, and Erik had now sat up and leaned closer to her body. He body flushed hot and his blood boiled. The kiss grew more intense and his hands roamed those erotic curves.

Knowing where this would lead, she could see it like one could see the lights of Paris. Christine silently, refused, but then her thoughts went back to all of the times Raoul had hurt her, and now the vows meant nothing to her. Her body flushed hot, as did Erik’s and without thought, their bodies entwined as if becoming one. Soon, the clothes which lay between flesh to flesh disappeared and the night grew silent except for the moans and cries of passion that come with the crescendo of the music of the night.

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Please R & R stay tuned

Personally, I find this a good story. This chapter really moves the plot. The tension is building.

Good job! Please continue.

Brava, brava, bravissimi!

Very very good! Please do continue soon, I would like to see what happens next.



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Guess what's here...CHAPTER 6! HOOORAY!
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Chapter 6

The usually overly crowded pub seemed sparely populated as Raoul le Vicomte de Chagny moved to his favorite table in the corner where he ordered his beloved brew. The gentleman waiting for him, sat down at his table, without an invitation or a word.

Not recognizing the man or even caring, he started to say something, but thought better of it. Instead, he decided to move, when the man caught his arm.

"Are you the Vicomte de Chagny?" asked the handsome husband of Meg.

"Why would you even want to know?" smirked the hung over Raoul.

"You tried to sleep with my wife last night, you drunk slobbering pig!"

Aye, so try did he? He didn't actually sleep with Meg last night. But who...who was the women he kissed, and could have sworn he made love to? Whoever it was must have left before he awakened. So he knew it must have been a common whore.

The angry gentlemen, shouted to the absent looking Raoul, "She told me you tried to. She isn't a whore, and for even thinking so you will pay!" Benoit collared Raoul, and began to jerking him around.

The Vicomte, grew rather annoyed, and rammed a knee into the man's crotch. Benoit doubled over in pain, but when the Vicomte tried to leave the tavern, he grabbed his arm to help himself up. For just a few seconds Benoit ignored the searing pain, and punched Raoul in the eye.

The young Vicomte seemed unaffected by the blow, and sat back down at the table. He changed his order to a shot of Irish whiskey, and gulped it down as quick as the barmaid set it down. Moving to the bar, he laughed with strangers he had hardly ever seen. When he asked the barmaid to tell him the date, she promptly spouted, “Saturday, October 13 in the year of our Lord 1879.”

Then, gears started grinding in his brain; the 18th was when his wife was to return. He felt a pain in his heart, like something ripping. Was he actually torn? Did he actually never want Christine to return? But yet he still couldn't wait. Why did he feel this way?

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Two days prior to Christine, giving herself to Erik, she sat on his bed, watching him. She watched him sleep, how innocent he looked when he slept. Without the mask, he slept and she had felt not an ounce of horror. She only felt like a love sick child. When she talked to her phantom, she lost all sense of reality, and felt as if she could actually walk in midair.

Feeling a quiver in bed, she turned to see where it came from. Erik had awakened. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"No."

He rose up, and saw Christine whirling around to his side of the bed to embrace him for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her small waist, and connected with her, wonderful, luscious lips. Gradually Erik lay back, while sustaining the kiss. When he open his mouth a little and plunged his tongue into her sweet mouth. The sleeves of Christine's gown slipped off, that seemed to Erik, like a seductive move purposely done. Sucked into the heat of the moment, they didn't notice the knock at the door.

But after several minutes of knocking, Erik finally heard the door. Quickly he arose, and regained his composer, while Christine fixed her now askew gown. Erik opened the door to find Madame Giry staring him in the face. She tried not to look aggravated from the fact she had been standing at the door for almost five minutes.

“Erik, where is Christine?"

A quite voice from behind the Opera Ghost sounded, “I’m right here, what is wrong?"

"Christine, have you forgotten the amount of time you have been here?"

A look of fear crossed her porcelain smooth face. Suddenly she had remembered her ship left today, in precisely 3 hours. She looked at Erik, who gave her a questioning stare. But how could she leave Erik again? How? "Erik, I must go now, home."

His heart felt like lead in water, sunken. He couldn't let her go, not again. Knowing why she had to leave, the pain of loosing a loved one stabbed his icy heart; she had to keep a promise, a promise to that fop! He would kill him, come hell or high water the Vicomte must die! "If you must leave Christine, I shall go with you."

Christine knew how hard it was on both of them. But to join her? How would he get on the ship? He would kill Raoul, she knew without a doubt.

"Erik, please believe me, I will return. I love you."

"When?"

"In a year or so. Give me time…”

Not caring whether Mme.Giry saw or not, he could not contain himself. Quickly, Erik grabbed up his beloved and looked, defiantly and lovingly into her beautiful eyes.

“You can’t leave me like this. Not after the last few days. The heat, the passion, and the desire, you feel it as I do. Stay with me now. Don’t make me wait! I cannot live without you. I won’t!” His arms held her fast and strong. No one could deny the heat between the lovers. Erik knew as well as she that returning to her husband only prolonged the inevitable. One of the men must die. The Church would not condone any type of divorce and certainly Christine could no longer live with a man she did not respect let a lone love. Living in sin with Erik would not do. His beloved would not live as a common trollop, not if he could help it.

“Erik, please. What are you saying?” gently she struggled against him, only to arouse him all the more.

“You know what I’m saying. What we have can only end in death. There is no need for you to leave. In the end one of us must die. Le Vicomte will either kill me or I will kill him. There is no other way!” The cold, hard truth slipped from his lips like venom. A rush of adrenaline surged through his very being as the familiar urge to take a life washed over him, and glinted in the gold of his eyes.
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R&R You know the drill.

Ooh, so, now either Erik is to kill Raoul or visa versa? This is getting better all the time. I wonder what will happen next...


Please continue soon, I can't wait to see what happens.