Phantom of the Opera

Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me, only Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Chapter 1

Angel of Music

Caroline Daae bounded up the stairs giddily to her sister in Carlotta's dressing room. She wanted to congratulate Christine on her performance of Think of Me, and replacing Carlotta, who left indignantly after a backdrop fell on her. Christine's voice was so pretty and angelic; so much so, that they matched all the notes perfectly. Caroline really wished she could be that good, but unfortunately, she couldn't sing like her sister, and even if she tried, she would feel like a total failure afterwards because she couldn't keep the notes straight.

Christine always sings now. Ever since Father passed away, Christine is still the same, but for some reason, she now comes back different than before. Especially tonight.

Caroline turned her head towards her sister's temporary room as she neared it. She placed one of her slender fingers in her curly brown tresses and that made her begin to think once again. Christine had the most beautiful face and eyes that any man that came into contact with her could be entranced by her beauty and kindness. Christine didn't seem to mind all that much about her looks, and Caroline still had to deal with the fact she was a little envious of her sister.

No. I mustn't be envious. Only happy. Christine's performance deserves a deep and thoughtful congratulations; especially from her sister!

Caroline breathed out a sigh and placed her hand on the door and knocked.

"Who is it?" Christine's voice called from inside.

"It's me, Caroline, your sister," answers Caroline with the giddiness returning.

"Come in." Christine answers back. Caroline nods and opens the door timidly before peeking in, and seeing that Christine is getting changed from her beautiful, white gown and jewels in her hair she wore at the performance, to her regular white nightgown with a little matching white jacket over it.

"And where are you going in your nightgown? It's late!" Caroline asks out of curiosity.

"Raoul came earlier to congratulate me and invited me to go to supper with him. I tried to decline, but he still persisted. I agreed in the end; he is our childhood friend after all, and I don't want to disappoint him."

"Raoul was here?! Great! I didn't even see him!" Caroline said as she sighed once again. becoming irritated. Why was everything happening so fast? Why does it seem as if everything is drifting away: First Christine and now Raoul.

Little did the two women know, a hand turned the key which was in the outside lock and locked it.

Inside the room, the conversation between the sisters was as normal until all of a sudden, the candles went out in the room.

"Christine…did you do that…?" asked Caroline with fright, looking towards her sister. Christine's only response was to shake her head 'no' as she too looked around the room. The rest of the candles went out as well. Christine's eyes heart and eyes filled with dread as she realized who it was, and took Caroline's hand, before Caroline could protest and moved her to the door.

"Christine, what's going-?" but before she could answer, a voice stopped their escape.

"Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory!" Caroline flinched. This voice was obviously male, and it was obviously not happy with something. "Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!"

"Angel, I hear you, speak, I listen…stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me…enter at last, Master…" Christine sang to no one in particular as she looked around the room nervously. Caroline looked at her sister in bewilderment. Angel? Master? What in the world was going on?

"Flattering child, you shall know me…see why in shadow I hide…look at your face in the mirror…I am there inside!" answered the voice. As both girls looked towards the mirror, they saw a shadow of a man wearing all black with a white mask appeared. Suddenly, they were surrounded by white mist. Christine calmly and slowly walked toward the man in the mirror, while Caroline, figuring this had nothing to do with her turned and walked away.

"Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory! Angel of Music, hide no longer, come to me, strange Angel!" Caroline heard Christine beckon to the man, who, in response gave her an answer. "I am your Angel of Music…come to me, Angel of Music!"

Caroline heard rattling at the door and a mumble of, "Whose is that voice?" Raoul! Caroline thought in shock and terror. "Who is that in there?"

"I am your Angel of Music…"

"Christine! Christine!" Raoul called but Christine never answered his call.

"Come to me, Angel of Music!"

Caroline's hand was ready to fall on the door knob when she felt the white mist that took Christine enraptured her as well. "What is…?"

"Caroline! Is that you in there? What happened to Christine?" Raoul asked urgently as he continued to rattle on the door, but to no avail once more.

"I am your Angel of Music…come to me, Angel of Music…" Caroline turned and saw to see the man looking directly at her…calling to her, as he called to Christine with the same angelic and melodic voice. Caroline's eyes widened in astonishment and she couldn't help but be entranced by it as she continued to walk towards him.

"Caroline! Caroline! What's happening in there? Caroline!" calls Raoul once again, but this time, it is Caroline who is oblivious to the Vicomte's voice.

"I am your Angel of Music…come to me, Angel of Music…" Caroline followed the voice and took Christine's hand as they both were lead through the mirror by the mysterious man…