Returning to Your Angel pt. 14 🥀
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.
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