I dont own Phantom.

My Own Angel of Music: 1

Chapter 1

Erik's POV

I have been living under the opera house for a very long time. Since I was a boy of eleven. This is the only home that I have ever known. I am enchanted by some of the music that plays above my dwelling. Not that I have seen the opera house much. No I am going to stay here where I belong.

At least that was my plan until that stupid man who had no right to play the violin, was playing it wrong. I have put up with it for a whole week, but I cannot take it anymore.

So tonight when I heard the last person go to sleep, I go to the room with the violin. First I tune it, then I play it, the right way. I am playing 'Think of me' from the play Hannibal. The music flows nicely through my fingers and the strings.

Then I look behind me and see, with surprise a young woman.

"Hello. Were you the one playing so beautifully?" she asks, with eyes that are innocent and sweet.

"Yes that was me playing," I answer, in a matter of fact way.

"Please, play some more," she begs with big pleading eyes.

I answer her by playing Ave Maria.

Christine's POV

I am trying to sleep but I keep thinking of my father. Oh how much I miss him, his voice, smile and laugh, they haunt me sometimes. Meg tries to understand, but she can't, she has her mother, I don't have ether of my parents.

Turning to the other side of my bed, I hear it, someone is playing the violin. Not like that new guy who is trying to play violin, but someone who actually knows how to play the violin.

I follow the sound to a room, inside I find a man. He is very tall, broad and has black slicked back hair. He turns around and sees me. I now can see more of his face, he has blue-green eyes, handsome face, tanned skin, but he has a white mask on the right half of his face. I think he looks very handsome.

"Hello, were you the one playing so beautifully?" I ask him.

"Yes that was me playing," he answers.

"Please play some more." I plea, longing to hear more of the music.

He doesn't say anything, he just answers me by playing Ave Maria on his beautiful violin.

When he finishes, I step closer to him.

"What is your name little one?" he asks me.

"Christine, Christine Daaé." I answer.

"Erik Destler," he replies, while shaking my hand. "It's a pleasure Miss Daaé," he adds, with a smile.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Destler," I reply, with a huge grin.

Erik's POV

Christine is a very beautiful girl, with a sweet heart it seems. She has light curly brown hair, petite, with a sweet smile and big soft brown eyes. And seems very innocent and kind.

"Do you play the violin, Christine?" I ask her.

"No, but my father did, that is of course before he died." she replies, with a sad smile.

"I am sorry," I had not expected that response.

"Thank you, but it's not your fault," she replies shyly.

A few moments pass in silence before she brakes it again.

"He use to play the violin and sing for me when I was a little girl," Christine says, smiling at the memory.

"How old were you when he died?" I ask, with a small understanding smile.

"I was nine," she replies, fighting back tears, that are forming in her eyes.

"That's awful Christine, I'm sorry," I reply.

It pains me to see her so upset. To see someone so young and beautiful hurt so and have life be so hard for her. For me, that's one thing, I've had many people hate me, but her, she is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Thank you. As you can see I still don't know how to answer someone who says that," she says with an awkward laugh.

There is an other moment of silence. Then I notice a thought come into her mind.

"I really wish I could sing as beautifully as he did, do you sing Mr. Destler?" she asks eagerly.

"Yes Christine I do, but if I may be so bold, may I hear you sing?" I ask. I wanted to know if she could.

"Okay," then she starts to sing.

"You were once my one companion

You were all that mattered

You were once a friend and father

Then my world was shattered

Wishing you were somehow here again

Wishing you were somehow near

Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed

Somehow you would be here

Wishing I could hear your voice again

Knowing that I never would

Dreaming of you won't help me to do

All that you dreamed I could

Passing bells and sculpted angels

Cold and monumental

Seem for you the wrong companions

You were warm and gentle

Too many years fighting back tears

Why can't the past just die?

Wishing you were somehow here again

Knowing we must say goodbye

Try to forgive, teach me to live

Give me the strength to try

No more memories, no more silent tears

No more gazing across the wasted years

Help me say goodbye."

I have to say her voice is very pretty, not perfect, but with a little work I think it could become something very special.

As soon as she was done I say. "Christine your voice is very pretty. With a little work, I think it will be great. I have never heard that song before, where did you get it?" I ask.

"Thank you Mr. Destler. I wrote the song," she says proudly.

"Please call me Erik," I say. I didn't want her to call me mister.

"Well thank you Erik," she says, looking shyly down at the ground.

"You're welcome. It's a beautiful song," I add with a genuine smile.

"Thank you. Now please Erik, you said you can sing, can I hear?" she asks, with a sparkle in her eyes, maybe tears, maybe something else.

"I don't see why not," I say, my voice very matter-of-fact.

Then I start to sing for her.

"Kyrie Eléison.

Kyrie Eléison.

Kyrie Eléison.

Christe Eléison.

Christe Eléison.

Christe Eléison.

Kyrie Eléison.

Kyrie Eléison.

Kyrie Eléison."

"Your voice is beautiful Erik," she says as soon as I am done singing. In response I chuckle.

"I wish I could sing like that," she says with a sigh.

"I could teach you if you wish," It was out of my month before I had time to think against it.

"Would you please?" she asks in disbelief.

"If you want me to," I say. Why am I so nervous.

"I would like that," she says with a smile.

"Then meet me here tomorrow, as soon as everyone is asleep, okay?" I ask, making sure that would work for her.

"Okay, thank you Erik," she says with a nod.