Phantom of the Opera

[Perplexia]

Phantom of the Opera-closed

**closed for AriesWolf**
Christine had a choice to make, the man that had trained her from a young girl to sing, or Raoul, a childhood sweetheart. When the time came, her heart was with the music, and her admiration for the man that had been with her for so many years. Despite his deformed face, she loved him. Despite his destroying anything or anyone that threatened his Opera she loved him.

She made the decision the night she was suppose to set up her Phantom, her prince of darkness. As they sang in duet the Don Juan roles he'd created and disappeared beneath the opera to the moat below. She took his hand. "Let us go together, they will come for us soon.. I choose you" she said softly as her eyes locked with his."I will be your bride, your lover, your muse, whatever it is you wish, but first let us go to a place where no one knows us."

That was all the Phantom needed to hear as he gathered some scores and items throwing them in a sack. Christine took the dress from the mannequin that resembled her and assisted with the other items. The quickly exited through a hollow mirror and out onto the Paris streets. To a carriage that awaited. "to the dock" she said as he helped her in and sat down next to her.

It was there they caught a boat to The Americas.

ooc: this is based loosely on the movie Phantom Of the Opera
Need a strong male writer that can capture the utter obsession and love he feels for her. The basic idea being a new life they start together, and the obstacles they over come. I tend to put off any sex until a few pages of story support it.
PM if interested.

 

[AriesWolf]

It was terrifying and yet truly liberating to be leaving my home at last. The Opera house had long been my home, and prison, a place where the brutal visage I was cursed with would not restrict the one thing I had loved for so long. My music, but then another thing had come: Christine. She had changed everything.

Her beautiful face, and amazing voice had brought me from the darkness and into the light. Love had shown me the way, and nothing would ever take it from me! She was mine! As I was her's, and no man, woman, or child could ever take her from me. Raoul had tried and failed, and though I had let the man go free, I doubted he would ever be so foolish as to try and woe my Christine again.

My face still hidden behind the mask, I simply watched her as we rode to the ship that would take us to the america's, and hopefully to freedom.

"Tell again my love, what shall we have in America?"

 

[Perplexia]

She was wrapped in the safety of his arms, her head laid upon his chest listening to the music of his heart beat. "We shall have our own opera house" she said softly "Where i shall sing your music and let the world discover the brilliance of your talent. Your architectural skills will have it built from the ground, every detail as you imagine it. I will be your wife, and you shall never know another night alone. I shall be your muse, you shall be my angel of music. I shall love you for the rest of our lives. Would that please you sir?" she asked softly as her hand played with the with shirt he wore so gallantly against his tan skin.

 

[AriesWolf]

I had heard the words a thousand times or more, I could speak them backwards if I so desired. But to hear her say them... It was a rush of feelings I could never explain in words alone, perhaps in my music I could capture the intoxicating disorienting joy I felt as she spoke.

The Carriage was moving along nicely now, and Christine head was warm and comforting on my chest despite the rather drab dreary weather. My mind played with plans for the New Opera house, it wouldn't be difficult to find to fund even such a large project, and I knew it would be possible.

I had plenty of experience and my drawing's were sure to impress. Money was the only real issue, and that wouldn't last long a budding country like America was sure to need skilled Architects, and that would likely allowmy love and I to not only construct to our own Opera House but too live comfortably as well.

"Things will be hard my muse for some time," I paused. "But That is just as well, all good things require time and hard work I suppose"

I was happy, I knew, for if worst came to worst perhaps I would simply have to return to my old ways, and once again wield the Punjab Lasso.

 

[Perplexia]

She nuzzled against her Angel of Musics chest, enjoying the safety of being entwined in his arms. "Yes my Angel" she replied to his statement regarding that it may be hard. Her faith in him was enormous. Through all the years, he was always there for her, protected her, watched out for her, and taught her. If anything she could get a job singing until he was able to provide for them. He wouldn't like that at all though she was afraid.

They made it to the boat that was waiting quickly. She was surprised that with all of the money he had extorted from the opera owner over the years he didn't have any saved. Just the same, they were finally going to be together.

The Boat was a rather large yacht, the cabins were small and quaint. He never let her very far from his sight, afraid she would disappear.

 

[AriesWolf]

Unfortunately I thought as I recalled my past fortunes, the monies I had extorted and earned, had long since been spent. Furnishing my home and paying for the yacht that would take us away. I couldn't simply rent or hire the yacht for that would never do!

I had bought the craft, and hired the crew personally, I had of course purposely hired well to do men, whom though I could never trust to respect my wishes would certainly learn to fear my wrath. I may not Captain the boat but they would know what I thought should they watch my love too closely.

As we boarded I caught sight of a man on the dock with his eyes fixated on Christine... my Christine, whom I had so desperately worked to bring under my sway. My grip on her tightened somewhat even as the man's gaze drifted away.

"Stay close my sweet, or cabin is this way..." I gestured to the stairs leading below deck. "Do you wish to see it? Or shall I arrange for our things to be brought aboard first?"

 

[Perplexia]

The tightness of his grasp didn't seem to alarm her, she merely walked closer into the safety of him. He was her angel, her protector, the only one that seemed to ignite a fire with in her soul. She had tried to deny it, but the lengths in which he would go for her love opened her eyes and the fear she had thought she felt disappeared.

"We're sharing a chamber?" she asked a little shocked. She knew that he wanted to be sure she was safe, he was always with her. Even if she was on stage she felt him with her. But despite his flaws, he was still very much a gentleman. Yes she had chosen him over Raoul, chosen to spend the rest of her life with him. But it was still improper to sleep in the same chambers, at least until they were married.

 

[AriesWolf]

"We have a suite my love" I said kindly. "I Designed especially for us!" I smiled in spite of myself I could not resist altering the boat. "Come and see my sweetling"

More gently now I began to guide her toward the stairs. Silently we padded down the narrow halls to the room I had designed for us. To both preserve her modesty, and keep her protected from any lechers hiding amongst the men of the crew. It had originally been the captains quarters, spacious and comfortable, but I had had it sub-divided, and transformed into two seperate chambers within one room.

One side for my darling angel, and one for me. It was a tight squeeze to be sure, but this way I was but a call away if a nightmare or some more dangerous night terror should trouble her.

((ooc: I hope this is okay?))

 

[Perplexia]

She looked up to him adoringly as he he guided her down the way to their suite. He eyes took in the suite finding that he'd separated the room. Her side was beautiful, he'd taken everything she loved and made her portion stunning. His was also lavish in his likes. Some how the two portions would blend together if there wasn't a divider. "It's beautiful my angel" she said softly wrapping her arms around him. Her side of course was furthest from the door for her protection, as well as his possession.
"your talents are going to take the Americas by storm, i just know it."