Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

A Phantom Fanfiction

Fairywings817

Author's Note: Okay – I dropped my InuYasha fanfictions for the moment, due to a simple stress I've held within the past months. No – It was not the same situation with my friend. We had easily patched that up within three months time. This involves school work, Honors, and a stalker.

It's far worse than I would like to imagine, but I've found my release once more. I've had severe writers block over the months, and had a longing to write, but couldn't. I couldn't let my words and thoughts out on paper, so I was slowly killing myself in my mind.

But now, I'm back, with a new genre. Within February, I had went to see Phantom of the Opera with my friend, and was instantly hooked. I went to see it the week after, bought the soundtracks, -- old and new, and had loved the movie so much. I'm counting down the days until May 3rd, and figured I might as well try one of these fanfictions out. I would much appreciate reviews, to see if I still am able to write like I used to – and better, I hope.

So – here is the first installment of "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again".

Chapter One: Have You Forgotten Your Angel?

"Angel of Music"

A name that echoed through his mind ten times over. Her voice danced in his soul, filling the emptiness that once shadowed him fully. His whole being was drowned in a sense of simple ecstasy and weakness when around her lithe form, and he savored and greedily took in every last drop of light she had shed upon him. For that was what she gave him so unknowingly – the light that he was denied every passing day of his life. And it wasn't only the light he absorbed… The beauty she dawned; the few brief touches they rarely shared.

For that's what it came down to. He was her angel. A being that could not be touched, only held sacred.

All of these years, the lie was beginning to unravel before his very eyes as the unknowing attraction between them both had built with each mysterious note of the song that they shared. But the uncertainty was still held with every word they breathed.

And it had all seemed a perfect, dark love until the interference came. The insolent boy who had come baring gifts for the new prima donna, basking in the Angel's glory and success. The young suitor blindly entered that territory which once belonged to him years and years ago, but was stolen by a mere phantom the second he released the treasure before him: The tragically fallen angel who had mirrored her own in many underlying ways…

And now… Now it was all over. His treasure, his light was stolen back just as quick as a ghost had materialized enough to finally take hold. She left him, her gown – her wedding gown floating and drifting around her almost hypnotically. The music of the night, the tune he had thrived on, had finally died once and for all.

There he stood, the once famous and feared 'Phantom of the Opera', reduced to a heartbroken man. The ring she had returned to him was clasped tightly in his palm, forever imprinting it's design and memories into his flesh. He welcomed the swift pain it brought, enveloping it with his usual grace. He bit back the tears and sobs that yearned to voice his heart, but he couldn't bare it any longer.

"Christine…" He breathed out, standing on the shore of the catacombs – his home. His gaze held fast upon the gate, silently beckoning her form to appear. He would give anything; do anything to have her back with him. His plan had been thought out perfectly. There were no flaws – until the pawn came.

He had the little mouse in his cage, but the keeper had released the pet. She was a creature of the light, and he could not take her away from it. He could not hurt her in such a way. For he knew the feeling of losing something so wondrous.

Erik let out a frustrated and mournful cry as he threw his head back in final defeat. His knees gave way, succumbing to the years and years of strength he had once held. He was dying now – nothing to live for.

And he welcomed the darkness just as he always had.

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime…"

The words fell off her cold lips as she watched his form on the bank, slowly drifting away forever. The response drifted to her ears, and she choked back a sob. It wasn't his voice that responded. He didn't answer her call.

It was over.

However, as they drifted away, herself and her fiancée Raoul, the pull between Angel and Demon grew stronger, and she grew more frantic. Her normally calm gaze darted around the canal that seemed so mysterious, wonderful, and full of his song… Now it held none of the welcoming and hypnotizing attributes. Now, it was a damp, cold cavern that echoed her pain. And she found that she was incapable of doing anything. After all, she was drifting through narrow caverns in a gondola with a man she was to wed.

But her heart no longer belonged to him. Perhaps it might have when they were young; when they both were together at the house by the sea. Though – that was before her father had passed. Before she had been given her Angel of Music that she was losing with each second that left her.

So what could she do?

Her frantic gaze found its way to the cold waters drifting by, and she came up with a solution.

And with a sharp breath, she plunged into deep waters.

Author's Note: So, you like? I apologise if it seems short, and I have to warn you, the next chapter is short as well, but they should lengthen. I only promise five chapters at maximum however, since I can not see this trailing longer than I have planned. Though – you never know what turns my mind may take in the future. Review, please.