I call to you, unknowingly you listen. Slowly drawing you in with my music, soon you wont be able to escape. I'm just a memory to you, one you tried to forget, but I make you remember. Your father promised you an Angel... did it half to be on of the Light? Thats not what I am. Yet you still listen.. still obey. My voice surrounding you... soft, gentle... tempting. So long you've waited for this, that you will your self to believe. Your so perfect... lovely, innocent, mystery seems to enfold you, wrap around you like a black shadow. That is what I am .. just a shadow. I can see you threw the mirror, looking, searching for my form, the form from which the voice comes from. You will never find me. No one will. As darkness I came and as darkness ill leave. Never known love, I never will. I love you, you Dont know it. Watching you , wanting you... unknown desires flare threw my body. Your dancing, nightgown floating about you. In front of the fire... I see what no man has. Your black hair flying around your head. Your dark eyes reflect the glowing flames. Dark enchantress.. Innocent seductress. Coming to a final rest, elegant. You head torwards the bathroom. The bath is drawn. The gown falls to the floor. Choking on my breath, I behold you unscathed beauty. Turning away from your innocent form, I let out a choked sob. You hear me. Snatching up your gown you stand there. Your trembling.
"Angel...?" God, even your voice entices. So this is what lust fills like? Sneering at my mortal feelings, I flee into the dark, back to my home, leaving your question unanswered. I come back every night, watching you. I love you, but I hate you. I know you would never love me, much less give your self freely to me.. Erik, Phantom of the Opera. Wait... might not give yourself to the Phantom, but what of your dark Angel?
My Christine is different I know, but... Review and yell at me in there.