Hide No Longer (ThePhantomOfTheOpera) {Part 1}

It was a sunny September morning in Paris, the sun shining down on the cathedral in the middle of the city.
Standing near the entrance to the church was a beautiful young woman in a white wedding gown with a long train, carrying an enormous bouquet of white lilies.
Are you ready, Christine? another girl, dressed in a bridesmaids gown of midnight blue satin asked. The girls auburn hair was swept up into a fashionable bun.
Christine Daae smiled. Yes, she said nervously.
The girl in blue gave a small smile, before her escort took her arm gently and lead her down the aisle. Christine smiled after her maid of honor, and moved closer to the door. At the front of the church, she could see Raoul- her love- waiting at the altar for her. It was the day they had dreamt about for many months, the day when they would at last be man and wife.
As the cathedrals organ struck up the wedding march, Christine hesitated for a brief second, as thoughts of the Angel suddenly flooded through her mind, with the force of a raging river, racing toward a waterfall.
Her Angel of Music.
Where was he now, she wondered? Did he still think of her, like she did of him, even though it had been nearly two years since they had parted, on that fateful night in the opera house dungeons? She remembered his voice, the sad, lonely voice that had spoken her name so tenderly and sang to her with such passion. She remembered the way her heart had broken for him when she had left with Raoul in the small boat, vowing to forget him and never return.
She hadnt forgotten.
*Cries* Sniff so sad Sniff
Oh she still loves him *cries*
What? who would love a monster like that? (me: hey watch what you are saying in my oppion I feel sorry for erik)
Who cares?
Not a day had gone by that she hadnt thought of Erik, her angel, the phantom of the Opera.
Think of me
Think of me fondly
When weve said goodbye.....
She took her first steps down the aisle.
She did think of him. She would always think of him.
But he wasnt her Angel any longer.
In the abandoned choir loft, a figure in a dark cloak watched over the wedding ceremony. The figure was a man- tall and well built, in his early thirties or so. The only thing that made him look out of place was the white porcelain mask that covered the right half of his face, from his forehead to his chin, curving slightly so that his lips were still exposed. The left side of the face could be considered handsome; the deep brown eyes that were constantly moving, seeing everything that was transpiring below. They watched everything with a look of sadness. The eyes were framed by dark brown hair that could almost be taken for black. His features were sharp and defined, but still masculine. He listened as the couple on the altar exchanged their vows.
They exchanged rings, smiling happily at the new union, and the bishop celebrating the mass said, I now pronounce you man and wife.
The young Vicomte leaned his head down and kissed his bride tenderly.
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In the loft, the angels eyes filled with tears. Quietly, so that no one could hear him, he sang softly, Say youll share with me one love, one lifetime.... say the word and I will follow you....... His shoulders shook suddenly as he held in emotion. Love me, thats all I asked of you...
With a heavy heart, he took something out of his cloak.
A single red rose, tied with a black silk ribbon. He looked at it, memories of Christine in his mind, along with thoughts of what might have been if he wasnt such a monster. Then, he dropped the rose from the balcony.
It landed silently by the doors of the church.
No one in the congregation noticed- they were too busy watching the happy couple.
With one last look at his one love, the Angel left the choir loft with a sweep of his black cloak.
As Christine and Raoul made their way down the aisle as the Count and Countess de Chagny, something caught Christines eye.
A solitary rose, tied with a black ribbon, lying in the doorway.
Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she looked around, wishing she could see her angel one last time. But she saw only smiling faces of well-wishers and family.
Her angel had left her, once and for all.
*Sniff Sniff* He still cares for her
*rolls eyes* get on with your life already!
*runs to erik and hugs him* don't worry i'm here
don't care
The wedding celebration took place at a hotel, a block away from the Paris Opera House. The guests lined the street as the carriage carrying the newly weds came clomping down the street. Christine and Raoul stepped out, hand in hand, and walked into the hotel, looking blissfully happy.
Christine! she heard someone call her.
Her maid of honor came over to her, escorted by a tall man- a cousin of Raouls- in a black suit.
Congratulations, Christine! said the girl.
Thank you, ______. This whole day has been... wonderful... But I feel like Im walking around in a dream.
But a good dream, no? You said.
Yes- the best dream of my life, she said.
You smiled at your friends happiness. You had known Christine since you have been children. If it hadnt been for Christines father, you knew that you would probably still be living in your fathers house. You shuddered at the prospect. Your father was... not the nicest of men. He was prone to abusive behavior, and as a child, you had been a victim of his temper, until you met Christine and her father. Your mother had died while giving birth to you, which had made you the object of your fathers hate. He demanded that you stayed home all day, working long hours doing anything your father could think of. You had grown up uneducated and miserable- hating yourself until chance came, and you ran into Christine Daae one day at the market place. You two had become fast friends, and Christine had told her father of your condition. Monsieur Daae had seen to it that you be removed from your fathers care, and though it was difficult for him, helped to send you to a school in Paris.
But aside from that generosity, Daae had also given you a gift which you valued above all else- the gift of music. Like his own daughter, Daae had taught you how to sing. You- though your voice was not as good as Christines- had a beautiful voice, and had strengthened it with lessons from Christines father.
After his death, Christine and you had kept up correspondence with each other- each thinking of the other as a sister.
Christine knew that while you always looked happy on the outside, you were still lonely, having no one like Raoul to take care of you.
Christine thought of this as she danced with her new husband, as she watched you, sitting in your chair peacefully, but with a sad, faraway look. She knew you wanted someone to care for you.... and thats when her idea took wing. For there was someone else whom she knew that wanted someone to be there, wanted a friend in life.
And that someone lived in the depths of the Paris Opera House.
Ooooooooo... She's thinking of something
o.O
Nope not with THAT monster i'm not (Get out! get out! get out!)
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okay I guess that is it for this quiz the rest will be up shortly....
R&R
no i hate phantom of the Opera
Wow... Christine is planning something again.. Will it work or not find out...
If you don't like the phantom of the Oprea then Y did u bother even taking this quiz?