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To dream.	By : Onitsu Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 2157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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You all know this drill. I dont own Erik, he owns himself. I used a scene from Kay's book and only Chrystal belongs to me.
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They had started again. The dreams the voice that saNg to her so sweetly it was hypnotic. Every time each year for about a month she heard his voice in her head. She'd been to psychologists and therapists trying to find out what was wrong with her. They gave her medications and shots and had done CAT scans on her brain but nothing made them stop. She stopped telling them about the voices though after a while. Nothing was working and she was sick and tired of being a guinea pig to those mad scientists.

Sighing Chrystal sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. She heard him when she slept, and if she closed her eyes she could see his face. Skeletal and horrific as it was she couldn’t find herself to be afraid or disgusted by it, she only felt an overwhelming sadness every time the visage popped into her head. She had heard the stories from her mother about what had happened to her great, great grand mother so many years ago and she doubted the validity of the story. Until she had begun to hear him singing. She shared this with her mother and all she would say about it is "Oh, dear. Its alright. All of the women in our family since Christine have heard him in our minds. When you have a daughter of your own you will not hear him any more. It will be passed onto your kin."

But Chrystal knew that that would never happen. A year after her mother had told her that an infection had set in her uterus and she was now unable to become pregnant. She was a barren woman and she knew that she was going to hear him in her head until the very day she died. She stretched and got out of bed to head to the shower. She had dreamt about him again. Only this was so very different from the others.

She was running through darkness, jumping around corners and hiding behind huge pillars. She was laughing and breathless. "I'm going to get you." A musical voice sounded from the darkness and she kept herself from squealing in delighted terror. Seeing a flash of white come around a corner she sprinted away only to hear the 'tok tok' of boots behind her. She ducked into an off shoot and found herself at a dead end. She crouched down and tried to hide. The figure of a man passed by her hiding spot and only glanced in. When she thought he was gone she timidly peeked out from around the corners before taking a step out into the darkened hallway. Strong arms wrapped around hEr middle and she heard low and sweet in her ear. "I have you now. And there is no escape." She squealed and Laughed as the arms held her to a tall, lithe figure of a man. Her heart sped up and she could feel his breath on her neck.

"And what is my jailor to do with his now captive prisoner?" She breathed as his hands slid over the night clothes that she had been wearing when she had gone to bed. His leather gloved hands slid over the satiny material of her dark blue nightie and traveled over her hips. "Oh I do believe that some torture is in order." He said low and dangerously on her ear. She shivered against him and made slight protests as his hands traveled up over her breasts. She sighed in pleasure and he turned her in his arms. Her face lifted to his masked one and she looked into his glowing amber eyes lustily.

"Kiss me...." She breathed and he looked to the side. "I can not....you will die." His voice was so filled with sorrow that tears pricked her eyes. "If I die. Then I die in your arms....." She began to sing softly the end scene from Aida. When the last strains came to an end. "In your arms I wish to die..." They were no longer in the darkness of the catacombs. But surrounded by the soft light of his home. "This was a mistake." She heard him rasp. "Go take off the dress....quickly!" She look down noticing that she was in a beautiful white wedding gown. She looked back up at him and took a step towards him. "What is wrong?" He jumped to his feet in a fury. "Damn you! Damn you and your infernal Innocence. Go to your room and for god's sake BOLT YOUR DOOR!" She fled to a separate room but she did not bolt the door. Somehow she knew that she did but this time it wasn’t. She heard the pound of music from the other room. The sweet strains rocked and moved her body making every hair stand on end. She moaned the name of the man whom had chased her out of the music room. The waves of music wrapped around her and she found herself exiting her room and standing behind him as he pounded away at a large pipe organ against the wall.

"Erik..." She breathed her eyes filled with need and lust. She approached him and the music stopped suddenly. his heaving form trying so very hard not to move. She place a hand on his shoulder and he spun to face her, as he did her lips crashed onto his. The sensation mixed with the aftermath of the music was almost enough to make her climax then and there. HIs arms wrapped around her and they were falling, falling endlessly only to land on the soft mattress of her bed. He hovered over her taking in the sight of this beautiful woman whom had willingly touched him. The woman that wanted him as a man, and didn’t see the monster that he knew he was. Furiously he attacked her neck and collar bone with kisses and nips, exploring every part of her exposed flesh with his mouth. His hand traveled under her skirts and up her thighs to touch the soft dampening flesh of her sex. She arched into him and he pulled back wonderingly. "You are not dead?" She remembered what he had said about his kiss and shook her head. "No I am not dead. I am warm and alive in your arms." He looked at her with tear filed eyes and seemed to choke back a sob. "But I am Cherie....I am." His immaculate dress clothes began to fade and tatter from years of dust and moths. His mask fell off as the ribbons rotted away and she saw that even though his fine clothes became nothing but rags she could feel fear creep up into her throat. Building into a scream. He was nothing but a real skeleton hovering above her. His bony fingers caressing her hair. "Do you still want me?" he asked, his voice still as beautiful as ever and she could hold it back no longer. She screamed and beat away at the apparition above her. The bones crumbled to dust and she jolted awake.

Chrystal turned on the hot water as much as it would go and stepped under the scalding spray. She could still feel his hands on her, and his lips against her skin. Softly she reached down between her legs and massaged herself pretending that he hadn’t turned into a skeleton. Pretending that he man had stayed a man and had mad sweet passionate love to her. Her fingers worked furiously and she reached her peak soon after, calling out his name. She washed herself clean and dressed for the day. "You have to stop torturing yourself like this Chrys." She muttered softly. She resigned to finally try and end it once and for all. To confront the ghost of so many years ago. She picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number of her mother. When the other line was picked up she took in a breath to gain courage "Mom? I need to borrow some money. What for? I want to take a little trip. Where?" She pursed her lips, apprehensive to say for fear her mom would say no. "I am needing to go to Paris. Yes Paris FRANCE. Where did you think I was talking about? Paris, Texas? Mom....you know me better then that."
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