His Angel of Music
Summary: "Monsieur le Fantome" The young street urchin called. "I will always think of you" She said and ran. His heart shattered to pieces, because that was her goodbye.
Erik was a lonely man who had never thought of love or of joy. Until he met Eponine. She was special to him, and he wanted to save his Angel of Music
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Les Miserables or Phantom of the Opera… I wish I did, cause that'd be awesome.
AN: Hola mi amigos, I recently got inspiration for this and I find it exciting. This takes place before Erik met Christine, but he lives in the Opera house… so without further adieu THE STORY
Chapter 1:
Her voice rang like a nightingale, it sounded of beauty, and it attracted him. Her voice in the night was his escape, the light in his darkness. It soundly heavenly, it was all he needed, he needed her to sing his music. There was always room for improvement, if he worked with her she would be perfect, she'd an angel, she'd be his angel.
She sang alone, her voice rang through the empty streets of France. Her frail arms carried the wooden bucket of water from the well in the street. She carried the bucket that leaked water. She swung the bucket in her arms, carefully not letting the water fall out.
There was a time when life were kind
When all voices were soft
And all words inviting
This is a time that love is blind
And the world used to be a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that loneliness would just die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
I spent a summer in his shadows
He found a place in my secret meadows
Then she came 'round she took him under my grasp
Now he's gone, stuck in a dream full of lust
And still I dream he'll sing to me
That we'll spend the time with the words of our song. But there are songs we cannot sing
And there are days we cannot live through!
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now, from what it seemed
Now love has stabbed the dream I dreamed
Eponine's voice sang in pain and agony. It hurt her to realize the truth of these words. It pained her to know that Marius would never be hers.
But still, she'd do anything for him. As long as her needs her, she'll be there at his beck and call. And she'd still dream of Marius, and in her dreams he'd be hers.
Erik had heard her song. He wanted to respond to her with the words of his own song. She'll no longer cry in his arms, she'll sing with words of hope and joy. They'll sing a strange but beautiful duet, it'll be the way they share their love together.
But he knew an angel such as her would despise a man of such deformity. He knew a goddess such as she would loathe a demon like him. He'd have to hide from her beauty, but he needed to let her song take wing.
To not love her should be a sin, yet she sang of the same man not holding her in his arms. Such a man must've been blind and deaf. He would always show her love.
He ran on the rooftops, staring down at the goddess. She approached an alleyway where a man approached her.
"By god 'Ponine, what took you so long?" The man said.
"I'm sorry Papa, the bucket was leaking and you said it that at least half of the bucket needed to be filled." She pleaded.
"For all I know you could have been creepin' amongst that bourgeois boy." He said, as he struck her face.
He forcefully took the bucket from her grasp. "Now go to Montparnasse! He bought you for the night." He said in a teasing tone.
Erik glared at the older man who had stuck his angel. He will pay for what he has done, soon enough, soon enough.
Eponine held her head down. She regretted her life; she regretted everything that had happened. It was torture on her soul, torture on her dreams. She had many dreams in that head of hers.
She made her way to Montparnasse. "Be gentle tonight please." She said to him.
"Eponine." He said murderously, "When I buy you, you stay?" He said letting her finish the sentence.
"Silent. I stay silent, or be beaten by you and my father." She mumbled. "You do as you please." She said.
"Exactly, now girl let the real fun begin." Montparnasse said, running his hand up and down her sides. He pressed his lips against her neck and let his passion take them away.
The Phantom had turned away when she said. "You do as you please." He was her innocent angel it broke his heart. He could tell she wasn't happy, she would be happy in his arms.
He rowed his gondola through the misty river. He felt alone, truly alone. He entered his underground shelter, to his organ.
Erik sat at his organ and played a sorrow tune. His emotion took control of his hands, he paid no attention to his hands, and he let his soul take over.
He could hear her lovely voice in his mind. He played her lovely tune on his organ. Imagining her nearly perfect voice singing along. He hummed the harmonies. Like always, losing himself in the music.
AN: So? What did you think? I know the second I post this I'm going to find a million mistakes, but It's going to have to do.
The song that Eponine sang was I dreamed a dream, but I changed the lyrics to fit Eponine. Yeah… I'm sorry. I'll try to post every week, and if I don't then I have to make two posts in one week. And if that doesn't work then you can come up with a punishment for me. Reviews are very much appreiciated , follows and favorites are even better. I love you all and goodnight…. I guess…. At least it's night where I'm at.