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Phantom of the Concert Hall (5)

Phantom of the Concert Hall (5)

Earlier chapters found on my journal. sparkling_dmnd



Christine watched the Phantom's fans in awe. They cried out to him, clawing at the baracades before them, desperately trying to reach him. Some of them were in tears, others were compelled to join his beautiful voice as he sang.

The Phantom was kneeling on the cold floor of the stage, breathing heavily from a particularly demanding song. He looked out at the fans that were screaming their approval at him. He grinned slyly, knowing that his exhausting efforts were not in vain. He brought the microphone to his lips once more.

"Am I your one and only desire?" He breathed, his raspy voice filling the venue with color.

The crowd screamed in response to his question. Christine looked on in wonderment as he slowly got to his feet, showing more grace than she had ever seen in a man. He rose onto those muscular legs as smooth as a dancer would. Entranced by his smooth movements, she slid to the edge of her seat. He exhaled deeply into the microphone.


I hear a voice say don't be so blind
It's telling me all these things
That you would probably hide


His voice rang throughout the concert hall, everyone falling silent in its' wake. He breathed and continued, taking the chilling song at a achingly slow pace. The guitar played softly behind his pure vocals.


Am I your one and only desire?
Am I the reason you breathe?
Or am I the reason you cry?


Christine closed her eyes as he murmured the simple word.


Always...


The hushed audience listened attentively as his hushed voice grew louder in strength and in volume.


I just can't live without you.
I love you, I hate you
I can't get around you
I breathe you, I taste you
I can't live without you
I just can't take anymore
This life of solitude
I guess that I'm out the door
And now I'm done with you


The Phantom slithered across the stage, the lights following his glistening body. His black hair fell loosely across his sweaty brow, making a sharp contrast to his deep green eyes. His mask stark in the beam of light. Christine opened her eyes and followed every movement of his elegant form.


I feel like you don't want me around
I guess I'll pack all my things
I guess I'll see you around
It's all been bottled up until now
As I walk out your door
All I can hear is the sound
Always...

He repeated the chorus and Christine slid to the floor, her back against the chair as she listened to him sing.


I wrapped my head around your heart...


The Phantom threw back his head and belted,

Why would you tear my world apart?

The crowd screamed as he sank back down onto the stage. He cradled the microphone in both of his gloved hands and sang softly, almost a whisper.

I see the blood all over your hands
Does it make you feel more like a man?
Was it all just a part of your plan?
The pistol's shaking in my hands
And all I hear is the sound...


Meg placed a hand on Christine's shoulder.

"He's magnificent isn't he?" She whispered. Christine nodded and returned her eyes to his impassioned form.

The Phantom finished his last number and took a low bow before trudging off the stage. He pulled out his earpiece and handed them to a stage hand as soon as he was behind the curtain. He was immediately taken with open arms by Antoinette.

She draped a towel across his broad shoulders and offered him a bottle of water. He took it with a nod of thanks and consumed it greedily. He wiped his damp face on the towel, careful not to dislodge his mask. Christine looked on at the simple scene with more leisure than when she had first seen him.

He was completely exhausted, and seemed all the more human because of it. He was taken away by a team of bodyguards, and never spoke a word to anyone. The fans in the venue still screamed as the Phantom was led out of the building.

Christine got to her feet when she spotted Antoinette waving to her. She looked frustrated and tired.

"Change of plans Christine. Word leaked out to the press, and there is a swarm of fans camped out at the Phantom's hotel. your belongings are now on his personal bus and we shall be traveling through the night to the next arena." She stated.

Christine nodded. "Are you positive that I would not be intruding on his privacy." She asked. She was not sure that he would like company, he seemed to keep to himself.

Antoinette waved the idea off. "Nonsense. He did not object when I reported it to him." She said, wandering toward the door that the Phantom had exited through.

Christine sighed. 'He probably didn't say anything.' She thought, following silently behind the older woman.

TBC

Tell me what you think!!!
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A/N...the song above is called Always by Saliva
...i told you he'd have a unique repitore!
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