Staring into an empty mirror

Banging on my the mirror I begged for my Angel to return to me. I have screamed and cried for hours, hammering my fists against the cold glass. Why was I so stupid to betray my Angel of Music? My love is with him; I realise this now. How could I be so blind to have denied you?

My clenched fists broke though the glass of the mirror. The blood streaming from my hands and upper arms didn't hurt as much as the pain in my heart felt at this moment. I stand up and stare at the red glass at my feet. Even the dim light from candles showed my forgiveness: the tears falling down my face, the blood on my hands and the chards of glass surrounding where I stand.

"Angel please hear me;

I've payed with my blood.

I know I've denied you;

for this I regret.

Please show your face.

Please forgive me!

Give me your answer."

I stand in silence. I stand waiting for my Angel to respond. I hope to god her hears my cries for help. The silence which surrounds me brings me to tears again. I fall to my knees with my hands over my face. Sobbing like a young child. Please don't ignore my cries.

"Angel you have betrayed me;

you have shown your regret in blood.

A foul creature I must be;

to deny my one and only love.

Follow me into the darkness,

and see now what I have planned."

I look up, glancing around the room to the source of this mystical booming voice surrounding me. That was the voice I had been searching for all this time. I brings me so much joy to hear his warm loving voice again. It fills my soul with light. Clears away the darkness.

The voice I had been searching for was coming from the shattered hole in the full length mirror in front of me. I stand up and stare into the darkness behind the glass. I could not see anything but trusted that there was something there in the black waiting to show my the light once again.

"I am your Angel of Music.

Come to me,

Angel of Music."

I walk over to the mirror. Mystified by the voice in front of me. Calling me back to him. Am I forgiven? I stand on the cold pieces of broken glass beneath me. The pain means nothing to me as I have now received what I have wished for. My Angel has returned to me! Tears are still flowing down my face but not tears of sadness this time with happiness. Happiness about what I am about to see. I will finally be reunited with my Strange Angel. Feelings being mixed together over the past few hours have left me feeling confused but now I see the light again. I follow the voice calling me towards him.

I step though the mirror. Memories of the first time I stepped though this magical mirror come flooding back to me but this time is wasn't the same. Something felt different. Something wasn't right.

Through the mirror I did not see the magical glowing of the candles. I did not feel the magic. There was no one to greet me as I walked down the cold corridor. The stone was hurting the bleeding cuts on my feet. The pain was starting to show itself; it was growing painful to walk. I finally reached the lake. The misty lake which will guide me back to my love. There was no boat. No path around it making it easier for me to get to my destination. I must wade though the shallow water to get the my beloved. Maybe he is trying to test my determination by making me complete this strange task?

I tested the water with my foot. It was beyond freezing. I couldn't possibly make my way along that lake without freezing to death. As I was thinking about what to do, in the distance I saw a light coming towards me. A warm glowing light filling me with joy as it approached. I smiled knowing who was inside. I waited a few moments for the boat to arrive and when the boat finally stopped a cold greeting was given to me.

"Get in."

I didn't have to be told twice. I slowly made my way into the coat; clumsily climbing my way in. I caught a glimpse of my appearance in the cold water below. I looked terrible! My make up was smudged all over my face. Mascara was streaming down my torn face. Blood covered most of it when I had placed my hands over my face earlier. Much to my surprise I did not care about how I looked. My Angel has accepted my back in to his life. I am over joyed.

My Angel didn't say a word to me on the journey to his lair. Nor did I. Even though I loved him he still frightened me greatly but I am prepared to risk everything for him and spend the rest of my days learning with him and loving him. To be the way it should have been from the very beginning. How foolish I was to think that Raoul would be nothing like his father.

I stare down at the cuts on my wrists. I rip a long strand of material off my dress and use it to care for my wounds. The pain was starting to take affect. I needed something to help them but I am too scared to ask for it.

We approached the entrance to My Angel's home. The steel gate came up as we got close to our destination. Strangely this strange place feels like home. So many important life changing things had happened to me in this cave that I feel like I belong here. From a distance I can see the great amount of candles making me feel the warmth of this lair. The atmosphere was changing from the cold outside of the lake and labyrinth to the warmth of this man's home. I can see nothing has changed over the past months. Everything is as I remember it and will hope it stays forever.

At last we are under the the large steel gate and entering The Phantom's Lair.

--Please note that at the beginning of the next chapter, there is a flash back. A flash back can be identified as being in italic writing. The flash back is of Christine telling us why she left Raoul to return to Erik.--