Christine had opened her eyes. It was morning, but there was no way for her to know. Down in the darkness of the Phantom's lair, she could only remember the beautiful voice of the masked man who lured her to his kingdom. He was her angel of music. But why must angels hide behind masks? Perhaps his face is too much of a temptation, thought Christine.
In the distance, she could hear faint sweet music. It was melancholic, and slightly sorrowful. The angel.
Sure enough, it was her angel of music playing a new melody he had composed for her.
Christine had snuck up from behind him. She gently placed her hand on his cheek. The angel placed his gloved hand over hers, and he sighed.
"Did you dream pleasant dreams my songbird?" he asked.
"Yes," she said quietly.
He turned to face her. Christine focused on his hypnotizing dark eyes. She did not understand this feeling of longing that crept into her chest. She wanted to plant her lips onto the lips of the angel. She wanted to feel his warmth close to her. Heat rose up to her face.
Gently, she touched his mask and began to slowly pull it away. But, before she had a chance to see what was behind the mask, the angel gripped her wrist.
"No," he whispered, for he knew his cursed face would break the illusion. "Close your eyes."
Christine closed her eyes as the angel wrapped a thick ribbon of black silk around her eyes. He pried his mask off his face and kissed her longingly. Christine faltered, and gave in, drinking him in. She was kissing an angel.
He knew he was deceiving her. He knew he was not Raoul, the beautiful golden haired boy she had known in childhood. But, oh how he wanted her. She would find out eventually, he realized as he had pulled away. Slowly, he readjusted his mask before stripping the ribbon from her eyes. She would see the monster behind the mask. Until then, he would savour the kiss he had stolen away from her.