A/N: I adore Erik more than any other person in the entire world. I would marry him in a blink of an eye. Looks don't matter to me. It's what is in his heart I love. Not to mention he is the bloody Angel of Music! This is what I think happened the night beneath a moonless sky when Christine went to go tell the Phantom she loved him. Enjoy!
My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the Phantom's lair as I scoured for any possible sign of his presence. I wasn't sure if he would still be here but I had to try. I had to see him. Something within me said that I shouldn't have come. Especially when I was to be married to Raoul the very next day but how could I deny my angel of music? I could not, especially when I felt him yearning for me. The bond we shared went beyond the earthly ones known to man. Was it heavenly? Or was it… something else? Which, I did not know. This I did however, I loved him. I loved him with every fiber of my being. I loved him more than any song, any mortal being, more than my own undeserving self. His outcast state was nothing more than blind men seeing a nonexistent evil. My Erik's face was nothing worth cowering from. Beauty lies underneath if you only wish to see it.
My devotion to him grew stronger with every passing minute I spent scrutinizing my surroundings hoping, praying, I would find him. The sun had already set and the only means of light I had was a single candelabra I had found at the entrance to his domain.
The way was dark and damp and I cursed it for attempting to stifle the beauty of my beloved. I tripped over a loose stone causing me to stumble and nearly fall. My senses were aroused and that was when I heard it. Music. His music.
The alluring sound only needed a moment to intoxicate my system like it had done so well before. I now found myself frantically running in pursuit of the maestro behind the masterpiece, leaving no door unopened and no stone unturned. It was imperative that I found him. He had to know.
One tunnel after another left me as destitute as when I first began. Oh Erik where are you? Then out of nowhere my soul was lifted and something within me spoke as clear as you or I.
"Follow my music." It was his voice, the voice of angels on high sweetly serenading me. All anxiousness left and I moved as if in a trance adhering to his call. A new light shone subtly alighting my path to him. Minutes seemed like hours while we were parted and my heart felt the brunt of it all. And just like that, as if the curtain lifted on the stage of passion, my dear one was in sight sitting alone playing the symphonic sounds that pounded within my chest.
I could not help but to stare unmoving at him. His back was to me while he worked on his intense illustration. Even that picture was enough to send my heart into uncontrollable spasms. His fingers danced across the piano while he murmured lyrics to the unrecognized music he created. I had to see his face. I had to know he was yet real.
"Angel?" I whispered not being able to manage more. Suddenly the music was cut and his form was no longer bent as if to get closer to the sound but upright and proud. His head did not move for a moment while nothing but the sound of my own hear beating could be heard.
"Il mio scopo." Erik breathed out and it was as if the weight of the world was released from him. He turned slowly towards me carefully raising his visibly hurt eyes on my face. The connection we shared again took form within the both of us and there was no turning back now. Quickly and silently he arose from his piano and faced me completely. Time was frozen in place forever more now that we were together in this moment. He closed the distance between us with ease and the light wind blew the fabric of his white shirt and untied cravat but I barely even noticed being too concentrated on his mask shrouded face. The glint of the water made his features sparkle as if by magic. Our eyes never wavered from the others even now when we were mere inches apart. I could feel the warmth of his skin and longed to be held tightly in his embrace. Marrying Raoul wasn't what I wanted. Erik was what I wanted but my chance was gone. I had to tell him goodbye but now that we stood here so close, in the dark of the night another feeling grew. One that I hadn't felt before. My only wish, my only desire was for him to take me to his world, a world of love and impassioned harmonies. A place where he and I, master and servent, angel and mortal could spend the rest of eternity together and forget the lifeless pasts we had known. Before I knew exactly what I was doing I opened my mouth to speak.
"I am home my angel." I murmured afraid to speak louder thinking such a dream would shatter and die. The low glow of helpless sadness disappeared from his eyes and replaced with unbridled admiration.
"Then take my hand, and I will show you true beauty." His voice was as lyrical as any instrument known to man and his hand outstretched waiting for mine. My mind was made and the dice were cast. I took his hand in mine prepared for whatever he asked of me. As skin touched skin a new flame was started within, a flame of desire, one that would not be put out. And nothing mattered then except for Erik and I. To have and to hold if but for one night. Beneath a moonless sky…
A/N: Just so you all know 'il mio scopo' means "my purpose" If you were wondering. :D