From the Begining....

It was in the 1700s of the opera house that i met my beautiful Christine, it was in fact late at night when this all occured... quite late.

One would wonder themselves what two young girls were doing wandering the dangerous catacombs of the opera house, alone. Yes, young christine and young madeline giry were wondering the catacombs late at night, around 3 am if we were to go by the clock. They of course did not hear me, but I heard them. Did I hear them! Her beautiful voice rang like wedding bells to my ears, unlike the harsh and abrasive voices of almost every single other human being on the planet, hers was heaven to my ears. And so I pursued them, not only because I had nothing better to do at that moment, or that I just liked following young girls (I was young, around the age of 19/20, give me -some- credit), or even that I somehow felt this strange feeling of wanting to protect the two especially her. No, I was following her because her voice somehow...entranced me. Yes, I was being entranced while I usually was the one entrancing her! Of course I had been training her voice since she was young, but never once had I come so close to her, so near to hear that beautiful voice.

I had to keep myself hidden, it took all of my will to keep myself that way. I knew the time would come when it would be proper to reveal myself.

Within a few moments of that thought young madeline looked to Chrstine with worry, she spoke quietly "Christine...",

Christine slowly stopped singing the quiet tune she was and looked at her with a questioning look. Madeline proceeded to tell her friend that she had to go, she thought she heard her mother calling for her, Christine nodded and spoke back of how shed see her in the dormitory. And as quickly as they came she had left; I wasn't certain whether she actually heard her mother or whether she was just quite frightened and knowing Christine she would have to make a excuse to leave her to her curiosity.

It was from that moment that I quietly began to sing to mon ange, my angel. "How long i've seen you from shadows, wondering all of these years, somehow I've managed to come near you, how is this dream so true?".

She paused in her steps and appeared to be looking around for a moment; I could tell her heart was beating quickly for I could hear it pounding. But that was not to mention i could tell by the way she had her delicate hand placed upon it, that it was.

She then sung as pearls of musical notes to me, "Oh angel, mon ange, how long have i waited for you, please come my angel, fore i long for you...".

I, at first hesitated when my head swirled with thoughts

"What would she think of me..what would she think of my face...what will she do...will she love me as how I love her..."

I then stepped from the shadows, with the illumination of a smile upon her face I could tell that is where she predicted I was. I slightly chuckled and took a step towards her as she looked up into my eyes. For at least...10 minutes we stood there face to face, sharing our emotions with one another, silently sharing our souls. It felt like eternity had passed within those minutes, I knew we were connecting for after a few minutes I could see memories from her past, and she ...well, she saw mine. Though her face slightly trembled at times she would smile so gently, so lovingly at me; reassuring me...

I didn't know what to think or feel at first, I was anxious. I only hoped that one of the most precious and dearest things I held didn't get torn from me, didn't rip my soul apart. For, if she so chose she could have ripped it to pieces- my weakness- the love I held. The so very strong love could be my deepest and most hurtful weakness. She must have seen a rather frightening memory of mine as it flashed through my mind quickly for she took a step closer to me. Holding her hand out with care and caution and finally placing it upon my chest as she looked up into my eyes. And when she did my god, I wouldn't have been able to hear anything outside of her, nothing else existed in that very moment, only her. Her eyes, those beautiful glassy and rich eyes peered through my very soul and for a moment fear flashed through me but she very gently brought up her other hand and held my mask, slowly peeling it from my face while softly murmuring in my ear

"Erik, My dear Erik, you have nothing to be fearful of, you no longer have to shield yourself in the dark, You are Perfect -my- Angel".

I couldn't believe my ears, I was in so much shock I didn't know what to do; tears had formed in my eyes and began to stream down my face. How I asked myself, How on earth could this be happening to me. I was in so much shock, I had never known such gentle-ness, such love, such....Speechless-ness. I was completely Speechless!

As she revealed that hideous part of my face so many emotions took hold of my mind that I just simply froze leaving her to stand there in confusion, neither of us knew how exactly I felt. She ran her fingers down my chest as she slowly lifted herself up onto her toes and so very gently kissed the -horrid- side of my face. And after so long of losing most feeling in that side of my face it was as if i had actually felt satin upon it. Her lips, her touch on it felt like pure heaven, just the most wonderful physical feeling in the world. Oh how I reveled in the moment, in every moment I had been with her so far. And as if that had not been enough to nearly make me have a heartattack, this most certainly did.

"Erik, I Love You".

I had actually for the first time in my life lost all composure and fainted, I actually fainted! When I awoke she was holding me dearly in her lap, gently stroking my face! I declared that I must be dreaming to myself... How on this God aweful earth could this be happening to -me- ? So many millions of thoughts passed through my head as I tried to sit up..

"perhaps...God...whoever...hasn't abandoned me..."

And her smile, as she smiled at me, I could have just fainted then and there again but instead the overload began to give me a headache. Could one imagine getting a headache from the most wonderful feelings in the world? I was so -very- confused at this point. Words couldn't describe how confused I was in fact. How this beautiful (in every way, might i add) woman could love such a deemed monster as she had. To this -very- day I am still in confusion. I remember, so many thoughts passed through my mind, that I was perhaps delusional, that perhaps she was doing all of this for money; oh such preposterous thoughts passed through my mind, but deep down I knew that it was love.

True, unbroken, pure Love.