Christine's POV

If there was one thing I thought, it was that my angel of music was going to hold me captive for the rest of my life. The anger I saw in his eyes as he knelt over my shaking body was more than I could handle.

"You try my patience," he growled in a low whisper. "Make your choice…"

His voice cracked at the end as if he were going to cry. Make my choice? He wanted me to choose between a new life with him, or living free without Raoul. He was going to kill Raoul if I didn't choose to stay with him. My angel was going to take my dearest friend and future lover away from me. I looked up at where my angel was standing and saw his body shaking. He was just as afraid of my choice as I was. But could I spend the rest of my life with this man? Could I save Raoul by agreeing to spend every waking moment with a monster? I rose on shaky legs and stood behind him. He was much taller than I was, for his height overpowered my own.

"Angel…" my hand reached out for his shoulder and he turned to face me. He had tears in his eyes and his bottom lip was quivering. I reached up and pressed my hand to his cheek, an action that he wasn't expecting, for he gasped and backed away.

"Make your choice, Christine… I don't want to do this to you, but I have no other choice. I don't like being the monster, but I am forced to be him."

"You don't have to do this," I cried. "You could let us go now and I wouldn't say a word. Please…"

My angel stood there shaking, and then, he grabbed me by the neck, his grasp being light.

"Kill me, Christine," he begged. "It's the least you could do. How could I ever live without you?"

My angel let me go and handed me a knife. My hand shook as he forced me to take it. Kill him? How could I ever do such a thing?

"Do it, Christine!" came Raoul's voice. "Kill that hideous monster!"

But I couldn't. I dropped the knife causing it to land at his feet with a loud clank. My angel dropped to his knees and took my skirts into his hands.

"Oh, Christine, I love you… You are a saint…My savior!"

He sobbed into my skirts, and I placed my hand on his back. A few moments later, he stood and reached out to brush his fingers against my cheek. His touch was ice cold, but I did not shiver… He looked deep into my eyes before looking at Raoul who was hanging by a noose on the other end of the lair. From there, he slowly made his way to Raoul. My angel picked up a lit candle and pointed it at Raoul, causing me to scream. My angel closed his eyes and suddenly released my friend! Raoul dropped to the ground and gasped for air before gathering to his feet.

"Go…" My angel demanded. "Take the boat, and get out of here before it's too late."

I reached out for Raoul to come to me, but he didn't… He wasn't done yet. Instead of coming to me, he reached down and grabbed my angel's knife. What was he doing? Instead of coming to me, Raoul pointed the knife at my angel and ran straight towards him. My angel still had his back turned and I suddenly realized what Raoul's intentions were.

"Raoul, no!"

But it was too late, for the blade was already in my angel's side. He backed away like a wounded animal and dropped to his knees.

"Come, Christine!" Raoul grabbed my hand and led me towards my angel's boat. "He can't hurt us anymore…"

I kicked and screamed, but I was already in the boat. My angel looked at me as he pressed his hand against his wound. I had betrayed him, and he would never forget it. Raoul was rowing us away, but I was still crying and screaming.

"Enough!" Raoul shouted. "He needed to die, Christine! He would have never let us go…"

"That's not true… You murdered him!"

"I did what I had to do… You should hate him, and yet, you have feelings for that beast! He would have raped you… He would have raped and tortured you, Christine."

Raoul grabbed me by the throat but quickly let me go. No… I wouldn't stand for this! I kicked the man and jumped out of the boat. I swam through the cold water to get back to where I originally was. Raoul was gone, for he had rowed further towards the exit. I didn't care, for all I cared about was getting back to my angel. It took me nearly an hour to get back to my angel's lair, but once I was there, I was freezing. I quickly stripped off my soaked dress and grabbed one of my spare robes before heading down the hall in search of my angel. I gasped when I noticed the trail of blood in the hall, making it obvious as to where my angel was. I never entered his bedroom, for I was forbidden to do so. Though, I didn't hesitate on entering tonight… His room was lit in dim candle light, and as scary as I thought it would be, it turned out to be a beautiful fortress. I spotted an organ, a desk with scores lying all about its surface, and there, in the corner of the room was a bed. It was enclosed in dark curtains hanging on either sides of it, but he was here, for I heard him groaning in agony. I quickly hurried to the side of the bed and spotted my angel lying on the floor with a rag pressed tightly against his wound.

"Angel…" I softly spoke his name and he looked up at me.

"C…Christine…"

I knelt down to his side and reached out to help him. I sighed in relief when I noticed that his wound wasn't that deep.

"Ch…Christine, you shouldn't be here…"

"But I am. Let me help you…"

I reached out my hand and it took him a few moments before he let me lift him to his feet. I sat him down on the edge of his bed and reached for his shirt.

"You needn't see me without my shirt," he snapped, pressing the garment close to his body. "I'm a sin…"

"You are not a sin… I'm the one that betrayed you. You shouldn't have trusted me."

"It wasn't your fault…It was your boy who did this, not you. Why are you here? You should be with him."

"That's not important now," I began. "What's important is helping you.'

Not another word was spoken for I hurried to fill up a basin with water. Afterwards, I returned and begged my angel to let me remove his shirt. He was hesitant at first, but a few moments later he removed his hand and let me have access to it. I knew my angel was in pain and he wanted it to stop. When his shirt was off, I was met with pale flesh and scars. This was the first time I had ever seen a man's bare chest, and I couldn't help but blush when he was fully exposed to me. Yes, his chest was deformed and strange, but I didn't say a word. I knew if I had, my angel would never trust me again. I pressed a cloth against his wound to stop the bleeding, causing him to groan. When the bleeding finally stopped, I bandaged his side and found him a clean shirt.

"Your wound may need stitches…"

My angel took his shirt and looked up at me. This was one of the only times I had actually looked at him without fear.

"You can leave if you wish now…"

Leave? How could I leave him? I didn't want to return to Raoul, for I finally felt like I belonged here. He needed me, and I would stay to care for him and his wounds.

"I don't want to leave," I said. "I…I don't want to leave you."

My angel stood to his feet and reached out to touch my cheek. When he felt how cold I was, he gasped and went running to his wardrobe.

"You're as cold as ice,"

"As are you…"

"I'm used to the cold. You, on the other hand, you're not used to it."

My angel pulled out one of his robes and placed my arms into it. His robe was pure silk and it warmed me instantly.

"Thank you…um…angel."

We were standing so close to one another now, so close that I could feel his icy breath on my neck. It only took a few moments for my angel to grow weak in the knees and he was soon back on his bed. I took a seat beside him and smiled.

"Forgive me," my angel began. "Forgive me for threatening you like I did. I'm so sorry… No one has ever loved me. I'm unlovable."

My angel sobbed into his hands, and I placed my hand on his back to calm him down. He wiped his eyes and looked at me…Oh, what had this poor man gone through in life? Unlovable? He was anything but. He had gone through life without the simplest touch…His lips were right there in front of me, and I wasn't sure why, but I couldn't help it. I placed my lips against his own and kissed my angel of music. This was not only his first kiss, but it was my first kiss with him as well … His bloated lips quivered in fear, but soon, he relaxed and enjoyed the kiss. I thought our kiss would just end, but it didn't, it continued. Our virgin bodies reacted and soon, our kiss had deepened, for our tongues met, and soon, pleasure had come into play. Soon, our hands were running over one another, clothes being torn from flesh, and then our bodies reacted.

"Oh, Christine…"

His voice sounded like a prayer as I placed my lips against his neck and kissed him. We could have stopped, but we didn't, for stopping would have been far too hard. Our hands fumbled blindly over each other's bodies as we fought to find out what felt good and what didn't. My angle didn't want to continue, but I begged it of him, and oh, how I begged. I didn't care that his body was covered in lumpy scars, for I wanted this, I wanted him.

"Christine," my angel was leaning over me. "I…I don't want to hurt you…"

"Ange…Please, I want this more than anything in the word."

And when my angel joined us, both pain and pleasure overtook the both of us. I never thought I would be begging for his body, but I begged and begged, our voices groaning for one another. And when we finished, we lay beside one another, gasping for air.

"Forgive me…" my angel sat up and ran his fingers through his sparse locks of hair. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Angel, please…"

My angel looked at me, and I smiled. He seemed confused at first, but after a few moments, he crawled back beneath the blankets with me.

"I suppose you wish to leave now," he began. "You probably want to leave and never return."

"Tomorrow," I began. "I'm going to wake and make breakfast for the two of us. After that, we can figure out where we're going to go live our life."

My angel seemed surprised, for he now had tears rushing down his cheeks.

"Oh, Christine…"

I wrapped my arms around his bare chest and sighed. I finally felt as though I had found my one true home.

"I should have never left…" I cried. "Forgive me."

And with that, I fell asleep beside my one love one lifetime.

First chapter of my new story. I hope to have a lot of you loving this. So, since my current story "Master of the House" is still going, I shall update this once a week until MOTH ends. Once it ends, I will update this one every few days. Please review!