Title: L'Ange de la Morte
Author: Pyrite
Rating: R
Summary: Instead of being rescued by Antoinette Giry, Erik is rescued by the Angel of Death who wants to give Erik a life away from darkness and the hurt he will face in the future. She realizes though as Erik grows up, that she does not with to part with him and will fight for his love.
Disclaimer: Erik is copyright Gaston Leroux, Susan Kay, A.L.W., etc... Angelline is copyright myself.
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy this recreation of my original work. It is still on but will be taken off when I finish this story. You can see the original story at: http/ cage stank with the smell of rotting food, hay, and other substances. He sighed as he looked out through his cage. There was no escape for him and he hated that thought. His entire life was a terrible procession of beatings, laughter, and starvation. The gypsy camp that had captured him had eventually come to a stop in Paris, France and was setting up for the next show. He hated them and his life. Why had God cursed him in such a way?
He watched as the fold of the tent parted and Javert entered. "Keep your mask on Devil's Child. We have customers coming to see you."
Erik looked up, the burlap bag partially blocking his view. He remained silent as he watched Javert exit the tent but heard him yell 'Come see the Devil's Child!' Erik hated Javert, he hated him with a passion. He hated this place and he wanted nothing more to leave this place.
Sinking against the bars of the cage he wondered if he would ever escape from this place. He did not hear the soft footsteps approach his cage. "Oh Erik." A voice said, surprising him.
He turned around and looked up to see a woman dressed all in black. She looked important to him. "How do you know my name?" He questioned nervously.
She smiled at him and replied, "It is my duty to know your name Erik."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you believe in angels?"
"How can I? God has abandoned me."
"God has sent you an angel Erik. I am the Angel of Death."
He gasped loudly and moved backward, "Am I to die?"
She smiled again, "No Erik. I have come to save you if you wish to be saved."
"You mean you will take me away."
"I will take you away from here and you will never have to be shown off like an animal. I will give you everything you need."
"Why do you want to help me?"
"Because I do not want you to suffer."
She opened the cage door and entered, her eyes fixed on his. "Where will we live?"
"Believe it or not but I have a place where you can stay with me." She paused as she looked at him. His body was frail, he had hardly ate anything and he looked beat on. "Come with me Erik and leave this behind you."
"What is your name?"
"I have no name. I am mostly called Death, but if you wish, you can name me."
"I can? I have never named anything before."
"Well go ahead."
He thought for a moment then finally said, "Angelline."
She smiled thoughtfully while taking his hand. "Come let us leave this place."
"Angelline? Why hasn't Javert heard us yet?"
"Because I blocked our conversation from human ears. Now come, let us leave this place so you never have to be in this darkness again."
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Angelline held Erik in her arms as she entered her home, the candles immediately lighting as they surrounded her with light. He was light for a ten-year old, she guessed around seventy pounds. It was too light for her liking. She hated that a child could be treated in such a manner. 'Devil's Child!' She scoffed at the thought. They were the demons in her view. Erik's face was perfectly fine. He was deformed, yes, but that did not hinder him in the least.
She looked down at his face; she had removed the burlap sack that he had called a mask. She would have to get him a better fitting mask so he would not feel out of place. He was adorable. What mother would not want this child as her son? Angelline made her way into the spare bedroom and turned down the covers with one hand then placed him on the sheets and pulled them over his small body.
She stroked his black hair affectionately and gently brushed her lips against his forehead. Tonight would be the beginning of many nights like this. From now on, she vowed, he would have the best. Turning around Angelline quickly left the room, extinguishing the candles as she left. She had work to do before he woke up.
Author's Note: First off, yes this is a rewrite of the original one that I still have on my profile. I feel that the original is too short and too vague for what I originally wanted. Secondly, I would appreciate some constructive criticism. I am trying to really work on my authoring skills and I can't do that without readers who review. You really further my work. I appreciate future reviews. Thank you and enjoy the story.