A/N: This is something that's been in my head for a LONG time. All the characters are included along with some new characters. Here we go. For this fic, picture Ramin Karimloo as The Phantom, and Sierra Boggess as Christine.
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Prologue: Eyes of the Angels
I stood in the shadows, watching the people of my beloved opera house run around in complete panic preparing for the performance that was to unfold this evening. My true love stood next to me with his right arm wrapped securely around my waist to protect me from falling from the rafters. I reached up and gently caressed the right side of his face and in return, he captured my lips and kissed me gently.
I then returned to the situation at hand. A smile slowly crept across my face as I watched my two younger sisters; Sarah and Christine reunite with our dearest friend, Meg Giry.
"Bella" A rich tenor voice broke through my thoughts, snapping me back to the present.
"Yes my angel." I replied.
"It's time to head back." He said.
"Alright Erik."
And so, we headed down below the opera deep into the dark catacombs. My eyes have adjusted to the piercing darkness after many nights of being down here. But, I still had the faint glow of torch-light and the strong yet gentle grasp of my beloved's hand leading me along the way. As I made my way down the long winding labyrinth of corridors, I looked around at the incredible design and architecture of the place he and I had called home for so many years. Next, my eyes drifted to the golden statues of gargoyles, their eyes stared back at me fiercely. For a moment, it felt as if I were hypnotized by its intense gaze.
"Bella!" Erik called, snapping me out of my trance. I knew then, that we had reached the trap door. As usual, I was lifted into his arms, seeing his biceps flex as he did so. Erik gently shifted me in his arms so he was carrying me bridal-style. To this day I have yet to figure out a way not to be in awe at his acrobatic style of moving. He then effortlessly and ever so smoothly jumped over the stone step that if stepped on, would cause the poor soul to slip the small opening, and send them to a watery grave if they weren't careful.
Erik gently set me back to my feet before I could recover from the sensation of being in the air. Minutes later, the gondola came into view. Being the gentleman that he was, he offered me his hand and helped me into the elegant boat.
When we arrived to his small island home otherwise known as his lair, I decided to make alterations to a simple white dress that was later going to be my wedding dress. I took a moment to admire my engagement ring; it was a simple golden ring with a big shinning diamond in the center. I couldn't believe that in a month, I was going to be Erik's wife, or as you know him, The Phantom of the Opera.
It started as one simple encounter then turned into something more over the years. I am forever grateful to him; he was my light within the darkness. Not only that, he helped me get back what once was mine. I remember it all as if it was yesterday.
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