Author's Note: Well, this is my most recent story 'The Wicked.' I have a few good ideas for this, so I hope you'll all like it!
{Rose Diamund}
Summary: A re-write of Phantom of the Opera. Christine Daae's Angel of Music has always been there. But soon her childhood sweetheart Raoul DeChagney stumbles upon the Opera in which she works as a chorus girl. Trapped behind a veil of desire, and mystified by both a young, charming Vicomte, and a seductive, passionate phantom, Christine soon finds that either way there will be a price to pay...
The Wicked
Angel of Music
A sincere silence filled Christine Daae's dressing room. Christine sat on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, a sullen and frightened look spread across her beautifully youthful face. Her chocolate brown eyes darted urgently across the room. "Angel?" Christine whispered frantically. "Is… is that you?"
There was no reply. There usually wasn't. Christine sighed shakily. Her room was dark and cold, but she stayed where she was, practically unmoving. "Angel… please."
Again there was only an agonizing silence to greet her.
Christine swallowed nervously. "Please. A-are you there?" She stammered, hardly abiding the inaudible menace.
A voice rung out then, coming from everywhere and nowhere. "Yes, Christine. I am here."
Christine glanced around the room, trying desperately to locate the source of the voice, "Have I- have I displeased you? Is that why you have left me for all these weeks?"
There was a pause. "You could never displease me, my dear."
"Angel, I have been worried. Where are you? Please- let me see you." Christine beseeched.
Another hesitation, "That is not possible."
"Why-?"
"We do not need to discuss this now." Came the harsh man's voice. His voice softened, "I… just wanted to hear you sing."
Christine looked towards the ceiling, scanning it wearily, "I have not rehearsed in weeks. Not since you came to me last."
"A voice such as your does not need to be rehearsed."
And so, Christine sang, her voice piercing the quiet room. It was a sound of- of an angel. She was untrained, it was true, but her voice sounded pure and gratifying. It was addictive, mysterious, and mostly seductive. The way she flew throw melodies was nothing short of admirable, and utterly beautiful. As the song slowed and Christine's voice soon stopped, the music clung to the air for a moment.
"Entrancing." Came the man's voice.
Christine looked down humbly. "Angel?"
"Yes?"
"You will visit me again. Soon?" Christine inquired hopefully. This man… whoever he was, was all she could look forward to. Every time she heard his voice her heart began to thump wildly. Perhaps, it was due to the lack of anything mysterious in her life. The lack of any excitement. Or maybe it was the seductive praise this man gave to her. Whatever it was, she wanted more of it. She consumed every word her spoke to her, and when he was gone she felt alone. Abandoned. He was her angel of music. Her own secret to lock away deep in her heart and carry forever. And yet, it pained her that she had never set eyes on him. She had only heard his voice, but never taken his hand in hers. Never saw him face to face.
"I will come to you when I am able, my dear." He promised fervently. A strange element was in his voice. Something she had never heard before. Fear, could it be? No. It was… something much more and much less.
"Angel?" She called into the darkness.
There was no reply. He had gone again, disappearing into the shadows and creeping away without any sound.
Little did Miss Daae know, that her angel would stay in the shadows for a long time, consumed in his own darkness. He would stay so until one day when a young man would come to the Opera. And that, is when the whole story began to unfold… when the truth finally came out… and when Christine finally understood what it was to be trapped.
So, what did you think? Good beginning, bad beginning? I REALLY want to hear what you have to say... next chapter coming soon...
{Rose Diamund}