Tis a new story. No one reads my stuff anymore. It's slightly depressing. Ahh well, I really like this story. It's a story I like writing.Enjoy and please Reveiw. It boosts my self esteem .

Disclaimer: I don't own Erik, Christine, or Uriel. I don't think you're allowed to claim God's Archangels, are you? Oh, well, I'm not religious, I don't know.

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Christine sat in front of her mirror, lightly stroking her hair with a soft brush. She hummed quietly to herself. It was something old. Something her father used to play on cold winter nights. Nights when Little Lotte found no way to calm herself for bed and shivered something fierce.

She was not humming in a gay manner, however. Her eyes were glazed and she stared past her cherubic reflection. The tune was hollow, instead of rich and full. Her mind was troubled.

I knew what she was thinking of. Of course I did. It was my job to know. I sat atop her mirror, invisible, watching this sad child hum and think of her woe. I do not pity her. Not in the slightest. She is blinded by innocence and cannot see the love that she is given by the only man in the world that gives a jot about her. The Opera Ghost, Erik.

He tries so hard to win her love.

Or so it seems...

I've been watching this situation for a time now, in silence. At first I wanted no part of it. But, now here I am, sitting just waiting for the perfect moment to change their lives and make it all worth the struggle in the end.

I might be reprimanded by God for this. In fact, it's definite. I am the Archangel Uriel. This isn't my normal area of expertise. In fact, this type of situation would normally call for a guardian angel, or something of that nature. But, being the Angel of Music and Prophecy, I see no wrong in handling this delicate case.

I'll tell you now, my solution to this predicament is not the easiest one. In fact, it is designed to test the two. I wish to test their love. Does Erik truly love her, or just her voice? Does she love the man, or the angel? So, being the cruelest I will allow myself to be, I'm going to steal their voices.

This will test his love for her, and her love for him.

Christine set her brush down with a small sigh. " Oh, What to do?"

" May I make a suggestion?" Cut in a disembodied voice. Christine looked up, eyes darting about the ceiling. Who was there?

" Erik?" She asked, having a feeling that she wasn't talking to her Angel.

" No, I'm sorry, I'm not your 'Angel of Music'. I am the Angel of Music."

Christine's tiny fingers fiddled with the lace of her gown. " I see...What do you want from me?"

Uriel suddenly materialized, sitting with one leg crossed over the other on top of her mirror. She gasped, tripping over the stool as she backed away from the great Archangel. He smiled, using his hand as a pedestal for his chin.

" My god..." She murmured, standing up slowly.

"Don't take the Lords name in vain, Christine."

She nodded, gulping slightly. Uriel looked at the mirror on the wall of the dressing room. " If only he'd get here faster, I could get this part over with."

Christine wasn't listening to the muttering of the angel. She just stared at him in wonder. Uriel heard the shuffling of a cloak and the click of gentlemens' shoes from behind the mirror.

"He's here" the archangel murmured. Christine blinked, looking toward the mirror.

" Erik?" she called, running up to it. The mirror slid back and the masked figure stepped through it.

" Hello, my dearest Christine..." He stood an opposing shadow with a silken voice and cunning wit. She pointed toward Uriel, but Erik had already seen him.

" Who are you, may I ask?" Erik said cooly.

" Archangel Uriel, Angel of Music, Poetry, Repentance, and Prophecy. And you sir, are the Opera Ghost, Erik. Also known to some as the ' angel of music'. It appears we have something in common."

" Appearances are deceiving" the Ghost shot back, crossing his arms. The angel just smiled.

"So they are..." He jumped off the mirror, landing effortlessly on the plush carpeted floor. Christine hugged close to Erik of her own will as Uriel came to them. " I've come to fulfill a duty."

" What sort of duty?" Christine asked, glancing at Erik's masked face and then the angel.

" I have come to test love. More specifically, your love for on another."

" And how will you accomplish this?" Erik asked, placing a hand on Christine's shoulder.

" I wish to see if you, Monsieur, really love her, not just her voice." Uriel shifted his gaze " And if you, Mademoiselle, love Erik for himself, or the Angel. To accomplish this, I must take something you both value greatly in each other."

The Angel leaned forward, placing a hand on each of their throats. A glow appeared in both of his palms, turning into tiny blue flames. He produced a tiny metal box from his robes and placed the blue flames inside, sealing it with a lock.

" I have just taken possession of your admirable qualities in one another. Christine, you now possess no singing voice. Erik, you now cannot talk. You will both go to sleep now, and will wake up within Erik's house upon the lake." Erik's face screwed up in anger and Christine gasped, her hand coming to her mouth. With that they both fell asleep, and disappeared.

I have done it. All I can do now is watch. Watch them and hope what I have done wasn't for the worst. I have to believe that.

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Ooooh, First chapter. It get's better, I wrote most of it recently. I just altered this part abit. I'll update very fast, I promise. i wrote the first five chapters, so..yeah . I acutally didn't plan on finishing this story when I wrote it.

Thinking that's weird,

Bella