Angel of Music
Chapter 1: Dreams of the past
I remember it as if it were all a dream. My angel seemed so angry yet I was strangely calm, but he also frightened me going off as if he were a madman. He carried me across the lake and shook me as if he wanted me to understand something, I didn't understand. Then he wanted me to change into a wedding dress. I did as he asked, but I didn't quite understand why he wanted me too. I have to admit I was mad and I said some things that I wish I hadn't, but he acted ashamed until Raoul came too rescue me. I almost had my Angel calmed down but it seemed Raoul triggered him to go almost insane. Everything happened in a blur, Raoul suddenly was tied up and almost hung, my Angel telling me either to choose him or Raoul to live with. I didn't know what to do except to show him affection. I told him that he wasn't alone and kissed him passionately.
When the kiss was over he started to cry, my Angel crying it practically broke my heart to see him like this. He told me to go and take his boat and to never tell anyone what I had just witnessed. I untied Raoul and he dragged me towards the boat but I heard myself say "No! I have to go back!" He let me go only for a minuet so I climbed the steps to his room. I found him singing to his music box. Then he said these four words that would change my opinion of him forever. "Christine, I love you…" I slowly walked towards him; he gave me a small smile. He believed that I had chosen him after all. But I had only wanted to return his ring that he took from me that night at the masquerade ball.
He gave me the most heartbroken look. I forced myself to turn away and go back to Raoul. For if I had seen him cry again I would have gone with him. I started to sing to Raoul to cheer myself up a little. But it did no good, I felt even worse. And when I did look back it was too late to go back to him. I heard him say "You alone can make my song take flight; it's over now the music of the night!" And then I heard smashing of glass.
I managed to contain myself, and when we made back up to the Opera the fire had been put out. Raoul turned to me and said "At last Christine! That monster will now leave us alone." That's when I cracked. I started to cry, I tried to go back down the way we came out. But Raoul and another man stopped me. They both had to carry me out kicking and screaming. How I longed to go back to my Angel! My poor weeping Angel! "No!" I screamed "Put me down! No! No! No!"
I managed to kick the man that was carrying me. He dropped me hissing words that I try to forget. I ran to the opening to staircase that descended down into the depths of the opera. But something tripped me, I tried to get up but Raoul held me down, and then I felt a cloth cover my face I tried to shake it off but I passed out. When I woke up I was in a bed in a lavishly furniture decorated room. Then the door opened and in walked Raoul. "Well it seems that you have calmed down quite a bit." He said with a smirk. "Where am I? And how long have I been out?" I demanded. I have to admit I was mad. "Oh, since last night at the Opera." He replied. I sat up "Have they found him?" I asked but I tried not to act like I cared about him.
"He has not been found. But why should you care?" Raoul said dismissively. I could feel my face grow hot, "I do not care! It's just that you're acting really careless!" I snapped. This caught his attention "You're just lucky that you're here with me! You should be grateful!" he said sharply. I was out of bed by the time he said that. "Oh, you're so arrogant! Why should I spend my time here with you?" I yelled at him. He looked taken aback, "Fine. You can leave." He said quietly. I left and called a carriage and went back to my home.
My home was far out in the country side. It was small, but I had a farm as well. I paid my driver well and let out a long side as I headed towards my home. Later on that day I bought myself a horse from my neighbor a black horse of four years of age and trained in every way possible. He was beautiful but he didn't have a name, I named him Phantom after my Angel's ego side name. I missed him so much! I paid for Phantom and his saddle and curry comb and brush and rode him home. Phantom was the sweetest horse I have ever met! I rode him around some in my meadow which I also owned the valley as well. Then I put him in the stables and brushed him down. That night when I went to bed I could almost hear my Angel weeping.