Ghost For Hire
06-03-2009, 03:44 PM
This is my first, and it's still in the making, so I hope you like it!!!
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Part 1
*Christine*
As I lay here I wonder: Would it be so bad? Would I be so unhappy? I am in my room in the dormitories of the Paris Opera House. I have just returned from Erik's...What? House? Not really....Lair? Sounds like the pit of hell....Domain. Actually, the whole Opera House is Erik's domain, but the cellars are the only place people acknowledge as his. He showed me the dress today. A simple but beautiful lily white wedding dress with beautiful embroidering on the bodice and a scoop neck with long sleeves and a along train. I also took off his mask. A horrible thing to do, I know, but i had to see. He frightened me at first, with his yelling and screaming, but it's really not quite so horrible as one would imagine. His skin is paper thin on one side, and his veins are quite visible, with a few scars here and there, but no at all like Mr. Buquet described. And although Erik frightened me, I know he would never hurt me. I thought I loved Raoul, but now I realize that was a childish love of long ago. But Erik's love is a fierce, burning passion that consumes me, Mind, body and soul. And His voice. When he sings his voice envelopes me and caresses me me like a gentle breeze caresses a flower on a warm, sunny day.
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Raoul wanted to take me out to dinner tonight, but I
refused, saying that Erik does not permit me to go out at
night. "oh", he replies, "So he's your master, now is he?"
He know's Erik has been teaching me, but before now, he
didn't care, thinking it was all in my head. "No" I reply
quietly "He...he's my lover". He shouts at this. "Your
what?" " I love him!" I shout back. In a fit of rage he
picks up a candlestick and throws it at the mirror on my
vanity, breaking it into a million pieces. "He turns to
me. "fine then. He can have you!" And then he stalks out
of my room and slams the door. I drop into a chair and
start crying. Suddenly I hear a soft, comforting voice.
"Come my Angel. Come with me, away from people who only
seek to hurt you". Erik is there, beckoning me with those
gloved hands of his, and I float towards him. He lifts me
into his embrace and carries me down his candle-lit
passage way. I rest my head on his shoulder. " I love you"
I whisper. I don't know if he heard me. His warmth
surrounds me and I drift off into a dreamless sleep.
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I awake to the beautiful sound. I am lying in Erik's swan
bed. My eye's travel the room and rest on Erik, siting at
his organ. I quietly slip out of bed and slide next to him
on the bench. "My Angel" he say's, "I am so sorry to have
woken you up". "Don't be" I reply, " I could think of
nothing more wonderful than to wake up every morning for
the rest of my life to such beautiful music ". And then I
kiss him. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he pulls
away and runs his fingers through his hair. " Christine,
there is something I must ask you. Last night...you said
you loved me. Did you mean it?" I smile. " Yes Erik. With
my mind, body, and soul I meant it". And I kiss him
again, and he lingers a bit longer before pulling back.
"Then before we go further, I must ask you this." He slips
a ring out of his pocket and puts in on my ring finger.
" My Angel....Will you marry me?" My heart bursts with joy
as tears roll down my face. "Yes Erik. A thousand times
yes!".
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O.k, that's all for now. What do you guy's think ?
Ghost:BrokenHeart:
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Part 1
*Christine*
As I lay here I wonder: Would it be so bad? Would I be so unhappy? I am in my room in the dormitories of the Paris Opera House. I have just returned from Erik's...What? House? Not really....Lair? Sounds like the pit of hell....Domain. Actually, the whole Opera House is Erik's domain, but the cellars are the only place people acknowledge as his. He showed me the dress today. A simple but beautiful lily white wedding dress with beautiful embroidering on the bodice and a scoop neck with long sleeves and a along train. I also took off his mask. A horrible thing to do, I know, but i had to see. He frightened me at first, with his yelling and screaming, but it's really not quite so horrible as one would imagine. His skin is paper thin on one side, and his veins are quite visible, with a few scars here and there, but no at all like Mr. Buquet described. And although Erik frightened me, I know he would never hurt me. I thought I loved Raoul, but now I realize that was a childish love of long ago. But Erik's love is a fierce, burning passion that consumes me, Mind, body and soul. And His voice. When he sings his voice envelopes me and caresses me me like a gentle breeze caresses a flower on a warm, sunny day.
*******************************
Raoul wanted to take me out to dinner tonight, but I
refused, saying that Erik does not permit me to go out at
night. "oh", he replies, "So he's your master, now is he?"
He know's Erik has been teaching me, but before now, he
didn't care, thinking it was all in my head. "No" I reply
quietly "He...he's my lover". He shouts at this. "Your
what?" " I love him!" I shout back. In a fit of rage he
picks up a candlestick and throws it at the mirror on my
vanity, breaking it into a million pieces. "He turns to
me. "fine then. He can have you!" And then he stalks out
of my room and slams the door. I drop into a chair and
start crying. Suddenly I hear a soft, comforting voice.
"Come my Angel. Come with me, away from people who only
seek to hurt you". Erik is there, beckoning me with those
gloved hands of his, and I float towards him. He lifts me
into his embrace and carries me down his candle-lit
passage way. I rest my head on his shoulder. " I love you"
I whisper. I don't know if he heard me. His warmth
surrounds me and I drift off into a dreamless sleep.
*************************************
I awake to the beautiful sound. I am lying in Erik's swan
bed. My eye's travel the room and rest on Erik, siting at
his organ. I quietly slip out of bed and slide next to him
on the bench. "My Angel" he say's, "I am so sorry to have
woken you up". "Don't be" I reply, " I could think of
nothing more wonderful than to wake up every morning for
the rest of my life to such beautiful music ". And then I
kiss him. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he pulls
away and runs his fingers through his hair. " Christine,
there is something I must ask you. Last night...you said
you loved me. Did you mean it?" I smile. " Yes Erik. With
my mind, body, and soul I meant it". And I kiss him
again, and he lingers a bit longer before pulling back.
"Then before we go further, I must ask you this." He slips
a ring out of his pocket and puts in on my ring finger.
" My Angel....Will you marry me?" My heart bursts with joy
as tears roll down my face. "Yes Erik. A thousand times
yes!".
************************************
O.k, that's all for now. What do you guy's think ?
Ghost:BrokenHeart: