Sweet Seduction

by Smashed Vampire Angel

It's been eight months since anyone has heard of the Opera Ghost. Many people have already moved on, except for one. The lovely Christine Daaé has just become a big hit opera singer and the only one who hasn't seen her like this is the one person she wished had. Her Angel. When he finally comes back, The Phantom and Christine both have no idea what is in store. LND doesn't exist

1. Chapter 1

1. ANGEL OF MUSIC

Christine felt tears emerge as she ended her song from the newest opera Aida. It had been a year since Christine has first seen her Angel of Music, her Phantom. It had been almost eight months now since she last saw him. During that time Raoul and her had been having a strain on their relationship. She didn't want to get married just yet, feeling too young and not wanting to disrespect Raoul's father's wishes to get married when they both were twenty. Raoul was in large debt and being his fiancé, she helped pay for some of it with small amount of money she earned singing her operas.

Carlotta left the opera as soon as she could, thinking of Christine as an enemy, a threat. Now she had nothing really to live for, besides her music. Raoul didn't understand how much her music had helped her through her troubles, only one person did. That person wasn't here to understand and live and sing with her. Taking a deep breath, Christine took her bow. She went off the stage and walked as gracefully as she could with her blurry eyes, filled with tears, and waved off the patrons that just watched her sing.

"Monsieurs and madames, please wait. Madame Daaé will be out for all of you shortly." She heard Firmin say as she closed the door to her dressing room. She sat down slowly in her chair, the tears spilling over. She wished so greatly for her Phantom to come back. Her pain right now was nothing compared to the anguish and torture she put her Angel through when she left to go with Raoul.

"Oh, Saviour. Why did you leave me here?" She said in her soft, sugary voice, talking to the air around her. She closed her eyes and just breathed in and out, in and out. Finally, opening her eyes she took off her wig, all the pins slipping out on their own. With one flick of her wrist, her brown tendrils fell all around her satin-covered shoulders. She quickly removed all the stage makeup and costume she had on before slipping into a simple red dressing gown sewn with only lace, tulle, and cotton. She looked in the mirror and saw a familiar face behind her.

"Phantom?"