Prompt: After fleeing the Opera House unexpectedly five years ago, you're back hoping to start a new chapter. But your undeniable attraction to the Phantom makes your life more complicated than you hoped.
TW: Tension, mentions of blood
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: Hello everyone! Late night update! I wrote so much for this part and wanted to break it up so the last chapter wasn't a million words long. (It probably will be long still sorry I can't write anything short and sweet 😅) Enjoy my version of Point of No Return...
(Soft reminder that lines italicized are sung that’s why they’re like that💗)
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Now was the time you wished you had never stepped foot in this place. This all would have been said and done if you just stayed away. But you can’t outrun your fate.
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Waiting in the wings, you were petrified. This act you were putting on for him was too much. You wanted everything to go smoothly and get off the stage as quickly as possible. You trusted him, but on the other hand, you weren’t sure if you should.
The show began, and the curtain rises, revealing the fully packed house all applauding. You stay tucked in the stage’s wings. You had some time before you had to step out on stage. Your heart raced in your chest, nerves and anticipation coursing through you. You could sense he was near. You tried your best to push the fear out of your mind, but it was more difficult than you thought.
Your dress was beautifully made with embroidered flowers on it. The peach and black colors stood out against the darker set. There was a dining table on the right of the stage covered in food props and wine goblets. Your cue was coming up. Your legs shook, and your palms began to get sweaty. It was one song. You could get through one song. For him.
You relaxed your shoulders and shook out all your anxieties. This part required you to be flirty, confident, and seductive, not the scared girl that was inside you, trembling.
You step on stage and have a bright smile on your face.
No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy!
No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!
You take a seat at the table, your hands shaking slightly as you pick up a goblet. The audience was so silent watching your every move. You try to look up into Box 5, but it is too obstructed from this point on stage. He had to be there… that’s what you begged him to do. You hear the curtains rustling behind you.
Master?
Passarino- go away for the trap is set, and waits for its prey…
Your body goes stiff at that voice. It definitely wasn’t Piangi’s voice. This voice rang out clear and angelic. Its pure emotion made you feel intoxicated. Just like the first time you heard his voice come out of that mirror so long ago. No, it couldn’t be. You didn’t want it to be…
You slowly turn and see a man in a black cloak. It covered his whole face and the rest of his body down to his ankles. He slowly moved in your direction, moving like a shadow rather than a man.
You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge.
You feel panic begin to creep up your neck like ivy, choking you with every word he sang. But you smiled through it, keeping the seductive act up.
I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind, you've already succumbed to me
Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me
No second thoughts, you've decided
Decided
He left a long silence after that last word. There was so much weight to it. This was it. This was the night you had to decide what you wanted. There was no more stalling. This is what he wanted all along.
Past the point of no return
No backward glances
The games we played till now are at an end
Past all thought of “if” or “when”
You move around to the other side of the table, trying to keep your distance as your heart races uncontrollably. You pick up an apple and try to keep the flirty act going. You pretend to take a bite of the apple, and his cool hand grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. He moves you back, and you quickly twirl out of his grasp. You sit back down at the table and listen to what he’s saying.
Abandon thought and let the dream descend.
He walks closer to you again, like magnets that can’t be apart for too long.
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us?
He sits right next to you, bodies touching, and his hand on your thigh. You feel yourself crumbling and sighing into his touch. This couldn’t be happening. Not here and now. He knew he could get his way with you being this close. You curse at yourself for loving how he feels...
His hands snake up your thigh, dangerously close to your core, then up the front of your torso. You feel your entire body become rigid. God, those hands… those beautiful, talented hands… They had you at their beck and call, becoming mush as time went on. His beautiful, seductive voice ringing in your ear was more than you could handle. Especially the context of this song…
What warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point of no return...
His hands moved higher and caressed your breast momentarily, and you froze. You take in a sharp breath and shove his hand aside before you stand up and get away from him. You’re slightly out of breath from it all and have to compose yourself quickly, trying not to panic. You stare at the cloaked man, unsure of this whole charade.
I have come here
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind, I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent
Now I am here with you
No second thoughts
I've decided
Decided…
You let the music take you, feeling every last emotion in your body. You make a spectacle out of it, taking your time getting to him… making him wait to feel your close presence. You walk back to him, sitting at the table. If your instincts were right and this was him, his posture was not like normal. It wasn’t strong or powerful. He almost seemed overwhelmed by this all. His hands clenched onto the black fabric like he could barely handle your voice saying such seductive things.
Our passion-play has now, at last, begun
Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
How long should we two wait, before we're one?…
You get behind him, softly caressing his shoulders and grabbing his hands.
When will the flames at last consume us…
A low growl came from his chest, and it just about scared you to death. Oh lord, it’s him… You try to run the other direction from him, but he’s already anticipated your move. He grabs you by your wrist and tries to get you to finish the song center stage together.
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn
We’ve past the point of no return…
You quickly get out of his grasp and pull the hood that’s covering his face.
You were right. It was him. He stares back at you with shock in his eyes and he’s having a hard time breathing.
You take a small step toward him and have your fists balled at your sides.
“You lied.” You scowl.
His eyes are filled with sorrow and regret. He tried to shake his head, but he stopped, knowing you were right.
“I know, but I need to know,” he says low.
The silence was so deafening, and you could feel every set of eyes on you in the audience.
“Please, not like this,” you beg. You look out into the crowd, trying to convey that this was not part of the show, but no one moved. The longer you looked out into the dark audience, the more you realized the back half of the room had glowing, dangerous eyes looking at you. You wanted to scream in horror, but you couldn’t make a sound. You look back at him, mortified.
“Why are they here?” You whisper. “Why would you bring them?”
He remains quiet, tears forming in his eyes when he looks at you.
Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Lead me, save me from my solitude
Your heart shatters, the multitude of what he was saying, and it crushed you. He was there when Raoul whispered the same words to you so long ago…
He takes from his finger a black ring and holds it out to you.
Say you want me with you here beside you.
Your heart races again when you realize what he’s asking of you. He places it on your wedding finger and holds your hand to his chest.
Anywhere you go, let me go too
Christine, that's all I ask of-.
He quickly stops and glances over your shoulder. You were a bit confused at what he was looking at. Glancing over your shoulder, Raoul emerges from the wings. No, what was he doing!?
“Raoul,” you breathe.
“Christine, get out of here,” he says forcefully and takes a few more steps near you both. He doesn’t look at you; his eyes are locked on him. His hand is on his sword the whole time, and he slowly starts to unsheathe it.
He points the tip of his sword towards him, and you back away.
“Time’s up, you’re not going anywhere,” Raoul rasps.
He smiles at him and chuckles, amused by this whole spectacle.
“You think you have me cornered? Quite the opposite, my friend,” he says menacingly. Fear laces your throat and makes it harder to breathe. The two men stare each other down, tension filling the stage.
“Surrender, now!” Raoul yells.
He places the tip of the sword to his throat, waiting for any last moves. His hand quickly grabs onto the blade and pulls it from Raoul’s hand, tossing it to the side, making the audience gasp at the loud clank it makes when it hits the ground.
He charges toward Raoul, and his hand wraps around Raoul's throat.
“I’ve had enough of you,” he growls in his face.
Raoul struggles to get air and pulls on his hand.
“Y-you’re a m-monster,” he chokes out.
He cocks his head to the side as he looks at him pitifully.
“You have no idea-.” He says.
He quickly pulls him in and turns Raoul’s neck to the side. You blink, and his teeth are buried in Raoul’s neck. Heart thundering, you fall back, trying to scramble away from both of them. The entire audience gasped and screams filled the air.
Raoul is trying to kick and claw at him, trying his very best to get free from his grasp but is failing. His hand tries to push his face away from his neck, but the bite he has is too strong. You rush up and try to pull him away too.
“Stop!! Please stop!” You yell.
Both he and Raoul make disgruntled sounds and you try to pull them apart one more time.
“Stop this!” You scream.
Raoul’s hand grapples onto the side of the mask, his body getting weaker by the moment. You give it one last try and pull at Raoul’s arm. His hand is still on his mask, his fingertips gripping onto the lip of his mask by his hairline, and with that force, his mask gets pulled off by Raoul’s last moments of strength.
The world seemed to slow down in that moment. You saw his mask, his one sense of normalcy, fall to the ground and shatter into a thousand pieces. Your eyes slowly trail up to his face and you have a different reaction this time. Past his glowing eyes, his long fangs, and his disfigurement, you saw a scared boy who displeased the love of his life. You felt pity for a brief moment, saw that this man, this angel, had fallen.
The audience erupts into chaos, screams, and terror. You hear the thud of Raoul’s body drop to the ground and see his blood spilling from his neck. You cover your mouth in horror and rush to him, wanting to stop the bleeding from his neck. He struggles for breath and blood gushes between your fingers. You sob watching him be like this. You didn’t know if he could survive this or how much longer he had. You try to sit him up, more blood spilling on you but not before he grabs you by the wrist, making you look into his terrifying eyes. He pulls you off the stage and starts to break out into a swift run.
“What have you done! Where are we going?! Let go of me! Where are you taking me!” You yell. You do your best to pull at his arm to slow down but that just frustrates him more. He lifts you off the ground and throws you over his shoulder. You hold onto him and cry out in frustration. He sets you down when you both reach the inside of the dressing room and makes you look at him again.
“Why, Christine. I tried, I tried to make this simple, but you wouldn’t listen! Why!” He says sternly.
You swallow harshly and stare at him blankly, knowing whatever you say isn’t going to be enough. The mirror slides open, and the dark hallway isn’t illuminated with the normal candles on the walls.
“Why couldn’t you listen?” You throw back.
His jaw clenches as he looks at you, sending chills through you.
“Because the monster won, and I couldn’t stop him this time.” He says uncomfortably.
He has your hand in his and pulls you through the mirror… going down to his lair once more.
whenever you have the time, maybe some hcs for Erik and an artist reader?? 👉👈 And they like to draw him but he doesn’t find out until he comes across their sketches one day?? Sorry that’s super specific fhdhdhhd I love your writing ;w;
Of course darling! Thank you so much for the request!! And the compliment! I love that I can make something y’all enjoy! <3 <3
Alright, here it goes.
You had been drawing him, or at least what you thought he looked like, for months.
It had started when he had appeared, almost out of thin air, during one of the dress rehearsals, demanding that Christine take the lead soprano role.
After all, as he put it, “This is my opera house, and you fools will listen to me.”
Ever since then, you had been consumed with thoughts of him.
Of his mysterious nature, black flowing cape, deep, dark voice, and the bright white mask adorning his face.
These thoughts carried over into your art.
It started with one small, crudely drawn ‘Phantom’ figure and had become pages upon pages of sketches and drawings that focused on every little detail of his appearance.
You drew him as you saw him in your mind.
Flawless
Dark
Full of mystery
Obsessed with the music
Furiously composing
Dramatically playing the organ
Looming in the shadows
But also...
Tender
Human
A man
Everything you knew and everything you had heard about him converged together, creating an image of him that you believed to be true.
You soon had a book full of the art you had created of him. Once it was complete, you had placed the book on the small, rickety shelf you had next to your bed at the opera house.
Because you saw that book on your shelf every day, it didn’t take you long to realize it had gone missing.
After wildly searching for days, you had to give up hope that you would ever find it. You just hoped that it hadn’t gotten into the wrong hands, the hands of someone who would use those drawing against you.
What you didn’t know, was that the Phantom, Erik, had seen you ferociously drawing in it many times and his curiosity had gotten the best of him.
He had taken it, from your room, in the middle of the day, like a common thief.
Something he hadn’t been proud of when he had done it, but seeing those drawings had made him forget all about having stolen your drawings
At first, he had been angry. Unbelievably so.
The thought that someone had watched him and thought they knew who he was, had infuriated him.
But then, he was filled with adoration, pride, intrigue, inspiration, and a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Happiness
He was happy. So much so that he wanted to know the artist behind the work.
You.
He returned the book to its spot on your shelf and waited for you one evening.
You had just spent the entire day working and seeing the Phantom melt out of the shadows of your room, had been a lot to handle.
Once you had gotten over your shock of having the Phantom in your room, you had sat down and listened as he had told you, in very little words, that he had taken the drawings.
He told you how much your creative ability had intrigued and inspired him.
And he had told you that he wanted to know you, the true you, as you had discovered the truest version of himself.
Imagine returning to Erik like you promised you would.
@ithasntbeenprovin requested: “Can you please make a sequel to that December Special Erik (The Phantom)”
To see the prequel to this imagine, search the blog for phantom of the opera!
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Y/n entered the cold home under the opera house. Dust had gathered on every surface and none of the lights were lit. They frowned as they looked at the state of the house. Erik was usually rather picky about the cleanliness of his home.
“Erik?” There was no response from the darkened halls, but y/n could hear the faint sounds of a piano being played. Walking through the halls, y/n followed the sorrowful music to a dimly lit room. There was Erik, sat down at his piano and playing half-heartedly.
“Erik? It’s me. It’s y/n.” The Opera Ghost paused in his playing, then slumped over the black and white keys.
“Leave me be. Can’t I have peace in my dreams?”
Y/n pursed their lips and frowned. “Darling, this isn’t a dream. I’m home.” The musician turned around slowly, not daring to blink in case he woke up.
“Y/n?” Y/n smiled and walked towards Erik. Sitting down on the bench beside him, they took his face in their hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
“Yes my love. It’s really me.” For a moment, Erik didn’t move. In a flash his arms were wrapped around y/n, face buried in their shoulder.
“You were gone for so long...” Y/n ran a hand up and down Erik’s back, trying to soothe the man.
“My mother thought she knew what was better for me than I did and locked me in the house. She even tried to marry me off.” Y/n scoffed. “As if I’d stay with someone I didn’t love.”
“Why did you come back then?” The question caught y/n off guard for a moment, but they quickly recovered from the surprise and hugged him tighter.
“Because I made a promise, and I love you. Not some stranger, not a viscount, not a king. I only love you.”
“Thank you.” The two sat in each other’s arms for a long time that night, enjoying being together once more.
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Your Satisfaction Guaranteed (Slight Phantom x Reader) (Is It To Your Satisfaction Part 2)
Request?: Yep!
Requested by who?: Anonymous
AU: N/A
Characters: Phantom, Reader, Andy, Shawn
Warnings: Phantom is a manipulative buttface, I may have cursed, and uh, idk, shrinkage, and not a happy ending.
Words: 1299
A/N: This is Part Two for “Is It To Your Satisfaction?”. This was originally written in first person for my Creative Writing class so I apologize if I left in any I/my pronouns and/or the name I gave the main character (Tessa).
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When you wake up, you put on your nicest outfit,, and go back to the bar. You take a seat, the same one you’d taken the night before, and wait. Some part of you hopes that Phantom will come back - he was an interesting man. Shawn smiles, asks you if you’d like anything to drink. You don’t usually drink early in the morning, but you order a scotch and continue to wait.
The magician is back on stage, although if by miracle he’s not half as bad as the night before. In fact, he’s better than any magician you’d ever seen before. Everyone is entranced, yourself included.
“How’s the entertainment today?” You tear your gaze away, and there’s Phantom sitting beside you, leaning against the bar and waiting for your response. You find yourself smiling. “Is it to your satisfaction?” There’s that question again.
“You guys sure do aim to satisfy, don’t you?” You ask, laughing.
“What kind of hotel would it be if we didn’t?” He asked with a wink. “So, the entertainment?”
“Much better.” You hum. “You wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would you?” You inquired, watching Phantom as he swirled a finger around the glass bulb of his cane, seemingly uninterested in the entertainment.
“I might have.” He told you with a smile. “I have a… knack, for helping those with creative outlets.”
“You wouldn’t happen to be able to help a striving artist, would you?” You joked.
“So, you’re an artist?” He asked, perking up a bit. You seemed to have peaked his interest, and he leaned forward, not taking his eyes off of you.
“A striving one.” You said, finishing my drink. You’d drawn ever since you were a kid, but they’re never good enough. Not for you. “God, I would give anything to get better.” You told him, and it was the truth.
You would do anything.
“Anything?” The question sends a chill up your spine, but you nod nonetheless. He stood suddenly, holding out a hand to you. “Come with me.” He said.
You hesitated. You barely knew this man, but seeing how well the magician got with his help, you couldn’t find myself saying no.
When you took his hand, Phantom led you out of the bar. You caught Shawn’s gaze and the look in his eyes shocked you. He looked… sad. You open your mouth to say something, but Phantom kept his pace. He brought you through the lobby, and through a door that read ‘employees only’. It was a narrow hallway with a handful of doors. As the two of you approached the end of the hall, Phantom turned to the left and grabbed the brass knob of a tall dark wood door, pushing it open, and lead you inside.
It was a mess. The light was dim, casting shadows using the piles of papers, and boxes full of books. Drawings and writings and instruments were spread out everywhere, and at the center of it all was large desk. Phantom released your hand, and took a seat behind said desk.
“Please,” he said, motioning to the seat across from him. “Sit.” You did so, waiting for what he had to say.
“So, you wanna be an artist, hm?” He opened a draw in his desk, shuffling through papers and files. “I can help you with that.” He pulled out a scroll, wrapped up in a red ribbon. As the pulled the paper free, it unraveled to its full length. Laid down, the paper covered the width of the desk. Beautiful calligraphy covered it from head to toe, and at the bottom was a signature line.
“A contract?” You asked, eyebrow raised.
“A contract stating that I,” he motioned to himself. “Will help you achieve your artistic dream. For a price, of course.”
“How much?”
“Oh, no, not money.” He said, waving you off. You frown, confused
“Then what?”
“I look for something much more… spiritual.” You said nothing to that, just raise an eyebrow. He leans forward, as if to tell you a secret and you find yourself leaning in as well. He smiled as the words passed his lips. “Your soul.”
“My soul?” You lean back, certain he’s joking. It’s too cliche you tell yourself, but as your gaze meets his, you can tell he’s dead serious. “You mean metaphorically?”
“Oh no, doll. I’m quite serious.” He says, taking a pen from the same drawer. “You see, I have the ability to enhance the creative parts of people’s souls. I can take an actor and make him a lead. I can take a singer and put her at the top of the charts. I can take a magician and teach them magic overnight.” He holds out the pen, enticing you forward.
You never believed in the supernatural. You didn’t believe that someone could enhance the human soul, but you found yourself hooked on his every word. You couldn’t pull yourself away.
“It just takes one signature.” He handed you the pen, and you stared down at the crisp ink signature line for longer than you could remember. You don’t remember signing the contract, but there was your name, scribbled in black ink plain as day. Phantom handed you a sketch pad and requesting you draw something. Anything you wanted to.
You opened to the first blank page, and with the same pen, began your drawing. You don’t remember how long you sat there, but when you had finished every part of your body was aching. After a moment, you looked down at your masterpiece.
It was a drawing of him.
Phantom stood, slowly making his way over to you. He leaned on the back of your chair and chuckled.
“I am very handsome, aren’t I?” You set down the pen, your eyes never leaving the drawing. Out of everything I could have drawn, why was it him? You asked yourself “I have always admired human capability,” As he spoke, your thoughts became hazy. It was becoming harder and harder to stay awake. “That’s why I do what I do. I hope there’ll be no hard feelings.” With that, you blacked out.
When you woke from your daze, you found yourself lying on a wooden floor. You slowly got to your feet and looked around. You were shocked to find yourself concealed in a tall glass dome, from which you had view of an enlarged room - the same room you had stayed in the night before. You could tell because you saw your bag, sitting on the floor.
But it made no sense. You had just been in Phantom’s office. You couldn’t be here - you couldn’t be small like this.
I turned my head, gasping when you realized that beside me another glass jar, one that you recognized. When you’d looked at the knickknacks it had stood out to you - the figurine of the girl in the 50’s dress. But she was alive, and trapped in her glass casing. She sat, knees pulled to her chest, crying. You pressed your hand to the glass, but it wouldn’t budge. You began to panic. You called out to her, but if she heard you she didn’t react.
In that moment the door opened and Andy stepped inside. You called out to him too, but like a robot he moved to the bed, grabbing your bag and putting away what you hadn’t. When he finished, he finally turned to face you. He walked closer and closer until he towered over you. Slowly, he knelt down, and placed a finger on the glass dome, stroking it. He looked sad.
“I am so sorry, miss.” He said in a low tone, then he stood, straightening his tie as he did so. “I do hope you are satisfied.”
Prompt: After fleeing the Opera House unexpectedly five years ago, you're back hoping to start a new chapter. But your undeniable attraction to the Phantom makes your life more complicated than you hoped.
TW: Tension, arguments, smutty sub/dom stuff 😏
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 6.2k
A/N: Hello everyone! The tide is turning and we’re nearing the end. Christine needs to make a decision and that will be very soon🫣 Agh! But in the mean time, they are ignoring their problems and having a good time doing it😝
(Soft reminder that lines italicized are sung that’s why they’re like that💗)
The way he touched you could be felt hours after he left. The heat that was left on the small of your back made you miss him more than you could admit. It was almost pathetic the way you felt around him; a weak, blubbering mess. The entire opera house was in panic and disarray. Meg pulled you away from the mob that was about to ask you a million questions.
A part of you wasn’t scared of him, you had this unexplainable trust with him. He wouldn’t hurt you. You meant too much to him for him to do anything like that. You were scared of anyone getting in his way.
The next morning, you walked to the opera house, the chilly wind making you hug yourself to keep warm. Opening the front doors, it was as silent as a tomb in there. You scanned the foyer for any sign of anyone here but it was bare.
You tread carefully, not wanting to attract any attention even though you were sure he could sense when you walked into the building. You walked to the stage door and heard murmurs of voices behind it. You pull the door open and every pair of eyes is on you. The managers were there, Madame Giry, some other members of the ensemble, and to your surprise, Raoul at the very end of the room.
Ah Miss Daaé, quite the lady of the hour!
You have secured the largest role in this "Don Juan"
You swallow nervously. Of course you did, he wrote this for you and for you to sing it. There was a red leather-bound book on a table in the middle of the stage that had “Don Juan Triumphant” on the front in gold and your name at the bottom of it. You pick it up and open the first page of it.
Sing for me and I’ll give you everything.
You stare at his handwriting, not sure what ‘everything’ entailed but didn’t want to displease him in any way.
Then I take it you're agreeing, Raoul says.
It seems we have no choice.
You walk up to Raoul, not having seen him in months.
He doesn’t have the same warm smile he usually has when he sees you.
“Are you going through with this?” He asks sternly.
You hold onto your sheet music tighter, not liking his tone.
“Yes, I am.”
He shakes his head at you, closing his eyes in frustration.
“I should have known. Nothing has changed, not even the little stunt he pulled last night.”
“Do you really think it’s a wise idea to disobey his orders? You’ve seen what chaos he’s capable of, I don’t want that to happen again.”
He walks back to the managers, his hands rubbing his temples. They quietly discuss their thoughts on what to do. You sit down in a chair away from them and open the book to look at the music.
His writing was different than anything else he’s written. You can tell this was written from a hurt, broken place. It was like nothing you’ve ever seen. The notes were loud and bashful, yearning for attention. You wanted to see him, try your best to talk to him, and calm him down.
Madame Giry enters with a sealed letter in her hand. She looks a bit pale when she looks at you. She grabs your hand and pulls you up out of the chair.
“Where have you been? This place has been a mess without you.” She says in a hushed tone.
“I couldn’t be here. Both of these men were driving me insane,” you say stiffly.
“Who?”
“Raoul, he’s not the same person I thought I knew.”
“I’m sorry about that, you shouldn’t have to deal with that. He seems to have his mind made up about him though. He says he saw something that made him look at you differently. What happened?”
You try to hide your face, not wanting to show her the shame that is shrouded on your face.
“He just doesn’t like that I’m not the same girl he used to know. I don’t know what to tell him,” you say matter-of-factly.
She looks at him across the stage and wants to say something but holds back.
“Are you going to sing?” She asks quietly.
“You know I will. I don’t have it in me to deny him,” you explain.
“I think that’s wise.”
You look at her and see how she has this fear over taking her. She knew him the longest yet she still would lower her voice when she would talk about him.
“Are you afraid of him?” You ask.
She pauses before answering, “I know what he’s capable of so I know he isn’t to be trifled with.”
There was something more she was hiding, you could sense it.
“Do you know what he is?” You ask bluntly.
Her eyes stare at you in shock and she swallows harshly.
“I’ve never asked him, no. But I can sense something is different with the man… that he’s not human…”
You keep quiet and hold onto your music tightly.
She’s behind this…
Someone mutters behind you. You quickly turn around and scan the group to see who said that. It was the mezzo soprano, always causing drama. She looks you dead in the eye and points her finger at you while she walks closer.
She's the one behind this! Christine Daaé!
How dare you? You scowl
I'm not a fool!
You evil woman! How dare you?
You think I'm blind?
I don't want any part of this plot!
You were fuming that they actually dared to think you were the one behind these theatrics. You feel Madame Giry’s hand lay on your shoulder, silently calming you down.
Please monseuir another note.
You stare at the note in her hand and see his writing on the front of the envelope. Anxiety fills your veins and you don’t want to hear what’s in this letter. One of the managers grabs it quickly out of her hand.
“Fondest greetings to you all
A few instructions just before rehearsal starts…”
You sit down and feel the room start closing in. You couldn’t handle the pressure and stress that this was causing.
You needed to see him, try to make him come to his senses.
You get pulled out of your wandering thoughts when you hear your name get mentioned in this note. You snap your head to the manager’s direction and you can swear you hear his voice instead reading this.
As for Miss Christine Daae
No doubt she'll do her best
It's true, her voice is good
She knows, though
Should she wish to excel
She has much still to learn
If pride will let her return to me
Her teacher, her teacher
Your obedient friend
... and angel.
You feel every pair of eyes on you as everyone knows now about your secret. You know him, and he was the one to give you your voice.
“Is it true?” One of the managers says looking at you in disbelief.
“Yes, it’s true,” you say softly.
“My God… that’s awful.”
You bite your tongue, not wanting to cause more arguments. At this point, you couldn’t care what people thought of him. You couldn’t control what they wanted to believe no matter what you tell them.
Raoul steps toward you and there’s a softness in his eyes. For a moment, you think he feels bad for you and actually cares for you. But then, his face lights up and he grabs you by your shoulders.
We have all been blind
And yet the answer is staring us in the face
This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend
You stare at him in shock, not fully understanding what he’s getting at.
“Raoul, what are you talking about?” You ask calmly.
We shall play his game
Perform his work but remember we hold the ace
For, if Miss Daae sings, he is certain to attend
We make certain the doors are barred
We make certain our men are there
We make certain they're armed
The curtain falls, his reign will end!
You step back and out of Raoul’s grasp. No, they couldn’t… they couldn’t hurt him. You didn’t want anything to happen to him. You weren’t sure if he could get hurt by any weapon but you certainly didn’t want to find out. Now you got nervous and didn’t want to sing. Not when Raoul was devising a whole plan to end him…
Everyone gathers around Raoul and thinks this is a great idea. You and Madame Giry stay back as your mind races with a million questions and thoughts. You had to warn him and see him before all of this transpired. You owed him that much.
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Am I to risk my life, to win the chance to live?
Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?
Do I become his prey, do I have any choice?
I know I can't refuse, and yet, I wish I could
Oh God, if I agree what horrors wait for me
In this, the phantom's opera?
*
Because of this newfound plan that everyone but you thought was a good idea, rehearsals started later that evening. The entire cast gathered on the stage where there were chairs for most of you. The orchestra’s conductor was on stage with you all playing the piano. This was one of the worst rehearsals you’ve ever been through. Everyone was complaining or singing off-key. The lead for Don Juan, was saying every word wrong in his thick Italian accent and must have had to restart his part a dozen times.
Everyone was tired and antsy. Some of the cast knew they needed to practice to get this all right for him and the other half thought this was all a joke. They shouldn’t be acting this way not when he was surely around.
One of the chorus members annoyingly butts in, “His way is better, at least she makes it sound like music.” She laughed meniachally, pleased with her little snide comment.
Madame Giry steps forward and stops her in her tracks, “Signora, would you speak that way in the presence of the composer?”
“The composer is not here and if he were here, I would-,” she starts to laugh again.
“Are you certain of that, Signora?” Madame Giry challenges.
An eerie silence falls over the entire stage. No one moves and people slowly look up into the rafters, waiting to see if any shadows are moving in the darkness. It was like you all were collectively holding your breath together. The conductor clears his throat and walks closer to the chorus.
“So, once again Signor Piangi, after seven. Five, six, seven,” he claps his hand in tempo and waits for him to begin.
His poor hands were shaking as he looked at the sheet music. Everyone looked his way, hoping he would finally get it.
T-those who have been tangling with Don Juan-
His voice cracks and he can barely finish the line. Everyone grunts in frustration and chaos erupts. People start getting up yelling at Piangi. Some people are airing out their frustrations to the conductor. Everything feels like an absolute disaster and this show will never be ready.
“No one knows if this is right or wrong! No one will care!” One of the chorus members yells out.
You slump in your chair, feeling defeated as well when suddenly, a chill runs through your body. You lift your gaze up a bit and try to be calm. You can’t count how many times you’ve had this feeling because of him entering the room but it still made you on edge. The piano starts playing the song’s melody and when you glance over, the conductor is not in front of it.
No one is in front of the piano and it’s playing all on its own.
You stay in your seat as you feel his presence surround you, caressing you like a soft blanket. Everyone is in shock and completely frightened. The chorus surrounds each side of the piano and starts singing the song perfectly on tune and no one dare moves. The entire rest of the rehearsal was spent like this, in fear that he was right in front of them.
You on the other hand were internally fighting with what you should do. You knew how to grab his attention, you just didn’t know when. The show was set to open next week. That’s what he demanded. You knew the longer you waited, the worse he could act out. Directly after rehearsal, you planned on going to the dressing room and beg for him to see you.
Once rehearsals wrapped up, you were the last to leave. You stared out into the empty audience, the darkness consuming you once again. It was starkly quiet and you felt cold. You sit at the edge of the stage, looking into the footlights, and can feel the warmth they give off.
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
You let your voice ring out into the empty theater and a small gush of wind forms behind you. You close your eyes and breathe in, trying to stay calm.
“You found me,” you say staring in front of you.
“Of course I did. I can find you in my sleep,” he says softly.
“What have you done?” You say stiffly.
“What do you mean my sweet?”
You stand up and turn around, gasping when you’re met chest to chest with him. His intoxicating scent fills your senses and you look up at him with apprehension. God, it had been too long since you were this close to him. His beautiful blue eyes bore into your skin and lingered on your lips. His magnetism couldn’t pull you away from him even for a second.
“This opera, this little stunt you’re pulling, what have you done?” You say again.
He smirks and nods his head gently, “I just want you to sing for me that’s all. It’s been far too long and I know you miss it.”
“I do, of course I do. Everyone is afraid of you though. Do you know what their plan is?” You ask.
He chuckles at your question and looks up to the rafters, “You mean their little plan to end me? Yes, I am quite aware. You humans talk very loudly about me and can hear you from all the way down there.”
You shouldn’t be surprised but it made you think back on all the times you have talked about him to anyone here and feel your stomach go to mush knowing he was always listening.
“You can’t come to the show, you just can’t. They’re going to have this whole place surrounded.” You say frantically.
“I’m going to be there my darling, I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world,” he says pushing your hair off your shoulder and softly caressing your arm.
“Can they hurt you? Be honest,” you ask him, needing to know the truth.
He smiles again, “Thank you for being so concerned about my well-being. It’s been so long since someone actually cared,” he deflects.
“Answer me. Can they hurt you?”
He sighs and places his hand on your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing your skin.
“Not with anything their planning, no. They’re setting up traps like I’m some animal. They forget I know this place like the back of my hand. They’re not going to hurt me darling don’t you worry.”
But you were worried, if something were to go wrong, you couldn’t live without knowing what might hurt him.
“What can hurt you? I- just need to know,” you ask him, pulling his hand off your face.
He takes a step back from you and looks down, almost shyly looking.
“Nothing you probably haven’t already heard from legends darling. Sunlight, holy water, that kind of stuff. But a stake in the heart would do the most damage. There’s no coming back from that,” he pauses, clearly perturbed by the idea. He glances back at you and grabs your hands, placing them on his chest.
“But most of all you. Your absence is like a black hole in my heart. I cannot function without you. It’s too unbearable to breathe without you. But now you’re here and I already feel so much better. I need you to keep making me better,” he murmurs.
He leans in slowly, his hands wrapping around your waist. You sigh against his lips, feeling yourself weaken.
“I don’t know if I can trust you,” you whimper.
“You can, I promise you.”
He leans in more, his hands tangling in your hair as he takes a deep breath of your scent.
“You’re starved though, I can tell,” you say weakly, your heart beginning to race at the thought as his mouth is inches away from you.
“I’m always starving for you. I can’t help it. You make me a weak, untamed man. Every rule I’ve ever made for myself has been broken because of you.”
You reach up and kiss him, touching his porcelain mask as you do so. You feel breathless already, one touch from his soft lips has you reeling for more. You can feel his body tense, then relax as he kisses you more.
“What rules have you broken with me?” You mutter.
He presses his forehead to yours and takes a sharp breath in.
“From the moment I met you, that’s where I crumbled. I should have left you alone but I couldn’t. Your voice and your beauty drew me in.” He says going back in for another kiss. This time, it was more passionate and claiming. You wrap your other arm around his torso and tightly grasp his cape in your hand.
You softly moan against him, liking this all too much.
“Sounds like you make unachievable rules to follow,” you mutter.
“I should’ve been better, I should have kept my distance.”
“But you didn’t and now we’re here, breaking more of your rules probably,” you quip, kissing him more, your core beginning to throb with every second of his lips on you.
“Yes we are, I shouldn’t be touching you like this or kissing you like my life depends on it,” he groans, pulling his head away from you slightly.
You were a bit out of breath, intoxicated by his body pressed against yours and so was he.
“I don’t think that’s going to stop you. What was your next rule you broke hmm?”
He grunts and squeezes you tighter.
“Next was touching you, igniting the fire. Then kissing you only grew it more. And when you came to me and begged for me to touch you, begged for me to take care of you. God, I couldn’t tell you no. It was all I wanted to do. I dreamed of how you’d feel on me,” He pauses with a kiss and groans as your tongue slips in his mouth. His hands snaked up your thigh and puts it on your throbbing pussy. You whine slightly, craving his touch so much.
He pulls you in closer and his hands roam lower.
“I’ve missed you,” he breathes.
“I’ve missed you too. What have you missed the most,” you tremble, reaching for another kiss.
He sighs and looks into your eyes, lust filling them. His hand continues to tease you through your dress and gives you the most delicious friction you needed.
“I missed your lips, and your hands, and feeling how much you want me.”
You began to get breathless. You wanted him more than anything. You knew he’d give you what you wanted but not before making you a new promise. Your hands pull at his waistband and pull away from him.
“Promise me you will be okay at the performance. I’ll sing for you, only if you promise me you’ll be out of the way and keep everything safe.”
His eyes soften and he looks completely merciless. He’s at your whim and will do anything you ask.
“Yes, I promise.”
“Good, don't make me regret that,” you tell him even though you wanted to trust him with all your heart.
“I will be good darling, please just sing for me,” he coos.
Something about the way he said that made your body tingle with need. He has never easily agreed with you on something and given in. He always liked putting up a fight, always liked to be right and in control. But there was something different since the last time you had a moment with him. This time he was desperate. Desperate to make you happy and please you. The tide had shifted and he was scared of losing you yet again. That’s what it all came down to. He said it so many times how he couldn’t breathe without you. This was just the final resort to make sure he got what he wanted.
“I will,” you say pulling him downstage and back through the storage areas backstage.
“Where are we going?” He asks as he holds your hand.
You rush through the halls and quickly get to the last door at the end. You open the dressing room door and pull him inside. You turn the lock and face him. The light of the orange sunset softly shines through the window and gives enough light to see the whole room.
It was full of roses for you.
His eyes slowly trail down your body, taking his sweet time.
“What are we doing in here?” He asks.
You walk toward him, knowing exactly what you want from him.
“I want you. I want you to show me how much you need me and how you can listen.”
His eyes spark with intrigue and he nods his head.
“Anything you want my Angel, anything at all,” he mutters.
God his words made you feel like a puddle but you had to try to hold it together.
“Go sit down,” you motion to the vanity stool by the mirror. He turns and does so, pulling his cape aside so he’s not sitting on it. You walk closer to him and reach behind you, pulling at the ties that are keeping your dress on you.
He watches you intensely, making sure not to miss anything and is intrigued of what you have planned.
You let your dress fall into a puddle at your feet and step out of it. You pull your thin chamise over your head and toss it to the side, leaving you completely bare in front of him. His hand reaches out to touch you but you step back, not wanting him to get his way.
“Don’t touch me, not until I say so,” you instruct.
He’s taken aback, not expecting to not get his way. You wanted to see how far you could get with him. You wanted to see how much you could tease the man until he wasn’t able to take it anymore. Or his sheer dominance would overtake you and make you bend to his mercy.
You take a few more steps and stop in between his spread legs. You make sure he’s watching you and has your full attention. You kneel in front of him and brush your hands up his thighs. His whole body tenses by your touch and makes a little grunt the higher you go. You stop when you see his hard length pushing against his slacks.
You look up at him with innocent eyes and your hands go to unbutton his pants.
“Do you need me?” You ask.
He lets out a sharp breath in disbelief at your question.
“So much. I need you so much.”
He looks down as your fingers try to unbutton his pants.
“Me too, I’ve missed you,” you whimper.
You fully unbutton his pants and he helps pull them off his hips. His length was hard and just the sight of him had you feeling weak and needy. It had been so long since you saw him naked. You wrap your hand around him and he’s throbbing at your touch. He lets out a soft sigh and lets his head fall back slightly. You move your hand slowly, teasing him as he likes to do with you. You tease him the most at the tip of him, rubbing the slick down his shaft and watching how he squirms every time you touch him here.
You gather your hair in your hand and then grab his gloved hand to hold it.
You look up at him see how he’s barely holding on by a thread looking like this.
“Hold my hair back while I do this,” you hum.
He makes a disgruntled noise but listens to you anyway.
You were unsure of yourself having only done this a few times but you wanted to give him the most pleasure you could give. You use both your hands, one that gently cupped his heavy balls and the other that wrapped around his shaft. You felt his whole body tense when you touched him like this, not expecting you to do this. His hand that’s wrapped in your hair tightens slightly before loosening it. You start to move your hand up and down on his cock and continue to tease.
He stays quiet, trying not to move under your touch. You bring his tip to your lips and swirl your tongue around it, moaning at the taste of him.
“Oh my God,” he breathes.
You look up at him and see how he’s biting his lip watching you do this.
You keep it slow and tease as much as you can, wanting him to need more from you. You keep your hand on the base of his cock and run your tongue down the length of it. He groans, making heat rush to your core by the sound of him.
“God honey you feel so good,” he whispers. You hum in agreement, loving the sound of his praise.
You wanted him to make those delicious moans again and make him beg for more. Even more desperately. You take more of his length in your mouth as you lick and suck him. It doesn’t take much for him to groan at the sensation and make his hips buck up slightly. One hand is at the base of him and the other massages his balls. His hand pulls tightly on your hair when you do this, groaning instantly.
“Jesus honey what are you trying to do to me?” He hisses in agony.
You don’t pay any attention to his remark and keep doing the same motions, licking and sucking as much as you can take. His hips buck up again and his length hits the back of your throat. You sputter around him and groan. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to suppress the ache that’s forming.
“God darling you can’t keep doing this. I’m not going to last much longer if you do.” He pants.
As much as you loved that idea, you didn’t want him to fall apart just yet. You were just getting started.
You stand back up and straddle his hips, not sitting down yet. You raise his hand and pull his leather glove off. He looks intoxicated and is at your beck and call. You lead his hand to your core and make him touch you. He cusses and slowly rubs his fingers on your slick swollen bud.
“Fuck honey, you’re killing me. You feel so good.”
Your hand reaches for his cock and rub it against you, making you even more needy.
“Tell me how much you need me,” you cry. You tease him by pushing his tip at your entrance, making you both groan.
“So much honey. Please, let me have you. I want to fuck you. It’s been so damn long,” he groans.
You were more needy than you could have expected and didn’t want to wait any longer. You move his hands on your hips now and slowly sink down on his cock. You whimper louder than you should have at the feeling of him stretching you and filling you the way he does. Just the first few inches made you want to cry his name and beg for more.
Staring into his eyes, you both stay silent, just the sound of your labored breaths trying not to lose all control. You run your hand through his hair and pull him in for a kiss. He groans as he kisses you and places one of his hands on the back of your head too. It felt perfect like this. Just the two of you intertwined and needing each other more than was humanly possible.
You roll your hips forward and keep it slow, wanting this to last as long as you can. You loved having his sole attention on you and waiting for your next word. He breaks the kiss looking breathless and weak.
“My Angel please,” he moans.
“What is it?” You say slowly lifting yourself off of him.
He groans frustratedly and squeezes your hips tighter, wanting to sink back down on him.
“No, please. I want more of you. I want you to take all of me.” He begs.
You pull at his hair slightly and shake your head.
“No. Let me take it slow, you said you’d listen,” you scold, leaning down and kissing on his neck.
He groaned frustrated, doing his best to let you have the control. His hands squeeze at the soft skin at your hips and slide down to your ass. You moan because of this and kiss him more, loving the way his hands feel on your bare skin.
You sink down on him again moving slowly and keep your face buried in his neck.
“Be good a little longer and I might make you cum,” you coo, lifting yourself up again and stilling there with a few inches inside of you.
He cusses in protest and pushes you down more.
“You fucking tease. What turned you into such a brat? Is this what happens to you when you don’t get fucked?” He questions as he places a swift slap on your ass.
You whimper at him and grab his wrists looking at him in the eye.
“Yes, so do something about it,” you challenge. The way the corner of his mouth turned into a sly smirk made you know he was about to make you crumble in a blink of an eye.
He lifts you off of him and stands up quickly. He pushes you toward the vanity and bends you over at your waist.
You gasp at the way he’s touching you and moving you. He makes your legs spread wider and he gathers all your hair in his hand, pulling your head up to face the mirror. Your hands tighten on the edges of the vanity and try to get air in your lungs before he touches you more. You look at him towering over you, your chest heaving from anticipation. He pushes his cock against your entrance and you writhed because of it.
“My turn to make you listen,” he growls in your ear, “Watch yourself come apart and beg for me.” He pulls on your hair again for good measure and makes sure your eyes are locked into your reflection in the mirror. You moan at his request and gasp when he pushes his cock inside you. Your jaw falls slack and your eyebrows furrow as his hips powerfully thrust into you.
“Ahhh God,” you whimper.
He hums softly and keeps moving, not giving you a second to breathe. One of his hands stayed at your waist, helping him thrust in and out of you with more control, and the other stayed wrapped around your hair.
Your cheeks were flushed pink and every part of you felt on fire. This man knew exactly what to do to make you weak. You doubted he would ever forget.
You tried to silence your moans as much as you could but he wasn’t helping anything. He kept taking you rough and hard, making you more breathless with every movement of his hips.
You haven’t gotten any pleasure like this since the last time you were with him… and that ended very differently…
“Tell me how much you missed this,” he grumbled.
You look at him momentarily in the mirror, his eyes dark and lustful.
“I missed this so much. I needed you more than I thought was possible.”
“Good darling. I couldn’t wait to get you back to me and take care of you. I couldn’t wait to have what’s mine,” he groans.
His hand slithers down to the front of your body and his fingers wind your clit in circular motions. You groan in agony and your hips push back against him. Your walls flutter and you feel your climax looming over you. You wanted him to make you fall apart already.
He rubs your throbbing bud more and you close your eyes, unable to handle the tingling pleasure running through you.
“Mmm, look at yourself Angel, look at yourself falling apart,” he taunted.
His fingers and his hips kept this relentless pace that made your vision look fuzzy. Your hands tighten on the vanity and you feel yourself weaken.
“Oh my God, please. Please let me cum,” you whine. You look at him and he bites his lower lip at the sounds of your cries for him.
“Yes darling, cum for me,” he whispers.
He groans, telling you how much he wants you to fall apart and it pushes you over the edge. Your core squeezes him and pleasure rockets through you. You stare at him in the mirror as he squeezes his eyes shut and lets his head fall back, moaning your name. He puts his hand back on your waist and pushes himself deep inside you. Gasping for breath, you look at him with pleading eyes. He moved in shorter strokes and was ready to cum.
You feel his cock pulse inside you and he lets himself go, spilling his cum. You reach behind yourself and grab his arm that’s holding your waist. You needed to touch him as you both were falling apart for each other.
He leans down and kisses your back, leaving wet kisses behind.
You hold yourself up on your forearms and watch how his eyes become softer when he looks at you. He kisses every inch of you, caressing your body with his hands and making your body tingle again. He gently slips out of you and turns you around to see your face fully and kisses you on the lips. Passion ignited in your veins and you couldn’t get enough of him.
He sat you down on the vanity, spreading your legs again to stand between them. You pull him in by his torso and scramble to unbutton his shirt, dying to feel more of his skin. He chuckles softly when he sees the rush you’re in. He helps you unbutton it and has you place your hands on his chest. You map the scars that reside there and look into his eyes.
They were pleading and soft once more.
“Angel,” he breathes.
“Yes?”
“Don’t leave me. Please promise me. I never want to live another day without you.”
You feel your throat get tight with emotion and place your hand on his cheek.
“I want that too… but-,” you begin to explain but he stops you.
“No please, no buts. I don’t want to go there.”
“But I know what you’re asking of me when you say that. I know what sacrifice I’d have to make.”
He looks down, hiding his face from you. You try to lift it to look at you again and for you to explain.
“I just got back here, I can’t make this decision on a whim. I need you to understand this.”
He stays silent and nods his head.
“Please,” he whispers.
“Look at me, please. I’m here, I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
He gives you a soft kiss on the lips and presses his forehead to yours.
“I-I-I need you. Please I’d do anything for you. I don’t want you taken from me.”
That part took you by surprise and didn’t sit right with you.
“I’m… I’m not going to be taken away. Don’t say things like that.”
“Please stay with me. I’ll take you back in the morning I just need you by my side tonight,” he says holding onto you.
“I’ll stay with you yes, don’t worry. I’m here,” you reassure him. He places his face in the crook of your neck and caresses your hair. You run your hands down his back and your mind scrambles for anything to say to him to reassure him you’ll stay.
I love you. Your mind screams it over and over.
Your fear of loving a vampire would be giving up the most precious aspect of yourself; your humanity.
