AN: Hi!You might have read some of my stuff on FictionPress but here I am with some fanfiction this time! Well this one was a Phantom fic inspired after watching Phantom for the first ever time. :) enjoy...

He was stooped over his desk, writing score upon score of music. I was curious. His half-mask seemed to taunt me. My Angel of Music. Why did he insist on hiding? He was my companion, tutor and guide; how could I loathe him? In a trance, I saw my hand reach for the white cast across his face. I had to know him. At the last moment I pulled back, maybe there was a reason for the mask. Even as I reasoned with myself, my curiosity burned inside me; I felt my hand move again, as if it were a moth to a flame. Without being fully in control of my senses I grasped the mask and pulled it. It fell away easily, even as I fell away from the monster before me, the deformed creature in front of my eyes. A hysteric laugh seemed to bubble up within me as his words burned me. The fire was not so pretty when set loose. Paralysed, my face stayed hidden, even as his did not. I knew I could never un-see what I had seen. The Phantom of the Opera would always be there in my mind.

I would never be set free from him, and soon I began to fear my own voice. It drew him like a siren's call; though how could I be the siren when he had so much control? So much power? Even as he appeared at the masquerade ball I felt myself go pale and stiff. My movements were wooden as I turned to gaze upon him, his whole face obscured by the skeletal mask he wore. He was there, if only to taunt me and to deliver his opera, but he was there. And Raoul! Raoul! My light in the darkness that was pressing in around me. But my Angel of Music called me and who was I not to obey?

My second visit across that glassy, misty lake was just as fearfully awful as the first. The labyrinth of hallways, bridges and streams did all they could to disorientate me in my stupor. The gown billowed out around me as I stumbled across the ground, the harsh grip of my dark deceptor seemed to cut and burn at the same time. And it cut deeper than it should have done. Much deeper. My Angel was no longer caring but instead cruelly tearing at the fabric of my reality, giving me an ultimatum; spend an eternity with this monster and let Raoul live, or allow my pride and selfishness hang Raoul there in front of my eyes. What sort of a choice was that? Either way I would lose Raoul. I would lose him after barely even finding him again. My Angel's face was bare, showing the whole horror in the candlelight, the skin that had peeled away completely in some places, leaving the bone on display and even then, the bone was so thin you could peer straight into the twisted brain this demon possessed. The distorted lips formed words that spoke of heartbreak and cruelty and secret loves and beauty and horror and monstrosities that haunted him. His longing for flesh; that blood could not sate his hunger any longer. He had the pleasures of music but not the pleasures of flesh. Raoul was pleading with him, and me, but it was useless - the Phantom's mind could not be twisted like that. As he said, there are worse things than a shattered chandelier; only now was I beginning to understand the sincerity of those words. An eternity with this "Angel" would be thousands times worse than a shattered chandelier. A thousand times. But a lifetime without Raoul; now that would be a million times worse than that! I could not live without him, I was past the point of no return. I was to leave my past behind me and never look back or I was to run back to the light and never dream in the dark again.