Post by Jean Jondrette on Sept 27, 2008 15:09:06 GMT -5
This is a short story based on the original Leroux novel where Christine is on the roof alone and has a confrontation with Erik. They sing 'Dangerous Game' from the musical Jekyll and Hyde, which is originally sung by Lucy and Hyde. I was inspired to write it when I was watching a video on YouTube and thought it related to Christine and Erik. Hope you enjoy and note that it takes place during the course of the novel. Any lyrics in italics are sung by Christine only, bold is sung by Erik only and bold and italicized lyrics are sung by both. Feel free to leave your opinion.
Here's the video if anyone's interested:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr7mu5RUNyk
The singer's are Linda Eder and Robert Cuccioli.
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Christine stood on the roof of the Paris Opera, letting a soft Parisian wind blow past her. It was late at night, no one was awake and she was alone with Apollo's Lyre, which looked down upon her like an unforgiving god. She had not gone back home to Mamma Valerius, instead she stayed, for something was holding her back. A strange force had not let her leave the Opera, but it led her to the roof.
He was there. It was out of his domain, miles above his kingdom of music, but he was there, somewhere on that very roof. A chill went through her body, making her pull her shawl closer to her and made her look around at the city's skyline. People walked around down there, unaware of what was underneath the Opera, unaware of what it was capable of, what was planned for them.
She felt a breath down her neck, a cold and icy breath that froze her blood. It was Erik. Christine wanted to yell, wanted to escape him, she wanted to run back to Raoul and let him protect her from the evils of the world. It was useless to want, to hope, Erik could do what he wanted with her now, no one could stop him...
“Christine...” he whispered into her ear, moving her golden locks. His skeleton fingers were entwined with her hair, as he gently pulled back, making her feel a shiver run through her soul.
“Erik, please, leave me now...” she begged him. Fear resided in her voice, made her weak and vulnerable to the ghost.
“You've forgotten your angel, haven't you?” he asked her.His voice was so pure, too perfect with a man with such evil inside. She had not forgotten her angel, she longed for him to return, for this man, this monster, was not her angel. He was Erik and no one else. His very touch frightened her, but it made her want the touch all the more. Now he held her tighter and closer, making Christine struggle for freedom, but it was impossible. She was his slave now, she was his and would never be free until he released her.
As she sang, she could feel his hand around her neck, caressing it with love but with a flame of passion. The feeling was too unreal for her, she had not felt it before and wanted it to be gone. Christine was just a frightened child, she didn't want this, not yet, she wanted the carefree childhood love. Passion was something she was not ready for, but she was getting it no matter what she thought now.
Erik heard Christine sing out her plea, he knew that she could never escape him. She was entranced by him and feared him all at once, it made had made her mad, made her want to end it all. As long as he lived she would be haunted by the fear of him appearing to take her down to his own hell, take her down so he could only be his. Erik held her close, running his finger through her hair and down her neck and sides. She no longer resisted as he tried holding her down, he had made her want the touch of his hand, want him as a man.
Christine had begun her attempts of escaping him again, pulling away from him as he spoke such things. He would never leave her, he would forever be her shadow, even in death. She had not known what she had gotten herself into when she first accepted the calling of the Angel of Music. There was only one angel that was calling for her and that was the Angel of Death.
He ran his hands down her sides and her legs. She slightly moaned with lust and with a childish fear, wanting him to stop, but letting him go on terrorizing her, but loving her along the whole way. Christine turned her head slowly and placed a freed hand on his face, on the cool cloth of the mask that shimmered in the light of the moon. No one was watching them but the cold unseen eyes of Apollo's Lyre.
“It's a sin with no name!”
“No remorse and no shame -
Fire, fury and flame...”
“'Cause the devil's to blame...!”
“And the angels proclaim...”[/center]
Finally, while Erik had let his grasp loosen, Christine pushed him away and spun around to face her demon. Her shawl had been torn off and it blew off in the wind, leaving her arms bare and revealed. She put her crystal blue eyes back on Erik, his covered face and his black clothing, but most of all the yellow eyes that shone through the night like pieces of gold. They both breathed heavily as they faced each other. Christine ran towards the door that would lead her down the steps, back to the entrance to the Paris Opera, back to her home with Mamma Valerius.
No protest had come from Erik, he let her go, let her leave his palace, he knew that she could not last without him for long. She would crawl back to him and beg forgiveness and he would give it, but only if she promised to love him in return. All the madness would end once she said she would love him and only him. Even as Christine laid in her own bed, looking out the window at the full moon glowing in the dark night sky, she knew that she would return, because that was life.
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Here's the video if anyone's interested:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr7mu5RUNyk
The singer's are Linda Eder and Robert Cuccioli.
~~~
It's A Dangerous Game
Christine stood on the roof of the Paris Opera, letting a soft Parisian wind blow past her. It was late at night, no one was awake and she was alone with Apollo's Lyre, which looked down upon her like an unforgiving god. She had not gone back home to Mamma Valerius, instead she stayed, for something was holding her back. A strange force had not let her leave the Opera, but it led her to the roof.
He was there. It was out of his domain, miles above his kingdom of music, but he was there, somewhere on that very roof. A chill went through her body, making her pull her shawl closer to her and made her look around at the city's skyline. People walked around down there, unaware of what was underneath the Opera, unaware of what it was capable of, what was planned for them.
She felt a breath down her neck, a cold and icy breath that froze her blood. It was Erik. Christine wanted to yell, wanted to escape him, she wanted to run back to Raoul and let him protect her from the evils of the world. It was useless to want, to hope, Erik could do what he wanted with her now, no one could stop him...
“Christine...” he whispered into her ear, moving her golden locks. His skeleton fingers were entwined with her hair, as he gently pulled back, making her feel a shiver run through her soul.
“Erik, please, leave me now...” she begged him. Fear resided in her voice, made her weak and vulnerable to the ghost.
“You've forgotten your angel, haven't you?” he asked her.His voice was so pure, too perfect with a man with such evil inside. She had not forgotten her angel, she longed for him to return, for this man, this monster, was not her angel. He was Erik and no one else. His very touch frightened her, but it made her want the touch all the more. Now he held her tighter and closer, making Christine struggle for freedom, but it was impossible. She was his slave now, she was his and would never be free until he released her.
“I feel your fingers
Cold on my shoulder
Your chilling touch,
As it runs down my spine
Watching your eyes
As they invade my soul
Forbidden pleasures
I'm afraid to make mine.”
Cold on my shoulder
Your chilling touch,
As it runs down my spine
Watching your eyes
As they invade my soul
Forbidden pleasures
I'm afraid to make mine.”
As she sang, she could feel his hand around her neck, caressing it with love but with a flame of passion. The feeling was too unreal for her, she had not felt it before and wanted it to be gone. Christine was just a frightened child, she didn't want this, not yet, she wanted the carefree childhood love. Passion was something she was not ready for, but she was getting it no matter what she thought now.
“At the touch of your hand,
At the sound of your voice,
At the moment your eyes meet mine -
I am out of my mind,
I am out of control,
Full of feelings I can't define!”
“It's a sin with no name...”
“Like a hand in a flame...”
“And our senses proclaim...”
“It's a dangerous game!”
At the sound of your voice,
At the moment your eyes meet mine -
I am out of my mind,
I am out of control,
Full of feelings I can't define!”
“It's a sin with no name...”
“Like a hand in a flame...”
“And our senses proclaim...”
“It's a dangerous game!”
Erik heard Christine sing out her plea, he knew that she could never escape him. She was entranced by him and feared him all at once, it made had made her mad, made her want to end it all. As long as he lived she would be haunted by the fear of him appearing to take her down to his own hell, take her down so he could only be his. Erik held her close, running his finger through her hair and down her neck and sides. She no longer resisted as he tried holding her down, he had made her want the touch of his hand, want him as a man.
“A darker dream
That has no ending
That's so unreal
You believe that it's true!
A dance of death
Out of a mystery tale
The frightened princess
Doesn't know what to do!
Will the ghosts go away?”
“No...”
“Will she will them to stay?”
“No...”
“Either way, there's no way to win!”
“All I know is' I'm lost...”
“No..."
“And I'm counting the cost!”
“No...”
“My emotions are in a spin!
I don't know who to blame...”
“It's a crime and a shame!”
“...but it's true all the same!”
“It's a dangerous game!”
That has no ending
That's so unreal
You believe that it's true!
A dance of death
Out of a mystery tale
The frightened princess
Doesn't know what to do!
Will the ghosts go away?”
“No...”
“Will she will them to stay?”
“No...”
“Either way, there's no way to win!”
“All I know is' I'm lost...”
“No..."
“And I'm counting the cost!”
“No...”
“My emotions are in a spin!
I don't know who to blame...”
“It's a crime and a shame!”
“...but it's true all the same!”
“It's a dangerous game!”
Christine had begun her attempts of escaping him again, pulling away from him as he spoke such things. He would never leave her, he would forever be her shadow, even in death. She had not known what she had gotten herself into when she first accepted the calling of the Angel of Music. There was only one angel that was calling for her and that was the Angel of Death.
He ran his hands down her sides and her legs. She slightly moaned with lust and with a childish fear, wanting him to stop, but letting him go on terrorizing her, but loving her along the whole way. Christine turned her head slowly and placed a freed hand on his face, on the cool cloth of the mask that shimmered in the light of the moon. No one was watching them but the cold unseen eyes of Apollo's Lyre.
“No one speaks...
Not one word...
But what words are in our eyes
Silence speaks...
Loud and clear...
All the words we don't want to hear!
At the touch of your hand!
At the sound of your voice!
At the moment your eyes meet mine...
I am losing my mind!
I am losing control!
Fighting feelings I can't define!”
[/i]Not one word...
But what words are in our eyes
Silence speaks...
Loud and clear...
All the words we don't want to hear!
At the touch of your hand!
At the sound of your voice!
At the moment your eyes meet mine...
I am losing my mind!
I am losing control!
Fighting feelings I can't define!”
“It's a sin with no name!”
“No remorse and no shame -
Fire, fury and flame...”
“'Cause the devil's to blame...!”
“And the angels proclaim...”[/center]
Finally, while Erik had let his grasp loosen, Christine pushed him away and spun around to face her demon. Her shawl had been torn off and it blew off in the wind, leaving her arms bare and revealed. She put her crystal blue eyes back on Erik, his covered face and his black clothing, but most of all the yellow eyes that shone through the night like pieces of gold. They both breathed heavily as they faced each other. Christine ran towards the door that would lead her down the steps, back to the entrance to the Paris Opera, back to her home with Mamma Valerius.
No protest had come from Erik, he let her go, let her leave his palace, he knew that she could not last without him for long. She would crawl back to him and beg forgiveness and he would give it, but only if she promised to love him in return. All the madness would end once she said she would love him and only him. Even as Christine laid in her own bed, looking out the window at the full moon glowing in the dark night sky, she knew that she would return, because that was life.
“It's a dangerous game...”
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