AN: Okay so last night I was on some creative flow for once in my life! Therefore, I bring you Chapter 2!

See you at the bottom...


Christine was swallowed in the darkness, and she became frightened immediately after snapping out of her daze. She turned around and felt for the opening through which she came, but there was nothing. She looked all around, but all she saw was darkness. She was alone, trapped, terrified, and crying. Christine couldn't think of what to do, and she was too afraid of what might happen if she were to go forward, away from where she came, so she slid down the wall behind her and sat on the ground. Wherever she was, it was freezing, even colder than outside in the snow. The stone walls around her were cold to the touch, and with her back leaning against one, she began shivering instantly.

Where was her angel? Why had he trapped her in this cold, dark place? Was he even an angel at all? She sang through her tears.

Angel, oh speak, what endless longings

Echo in this whisper

She paused, listening for something. Anything. Alas, no sound emitted from the space she was in but her own echo.

Angel of Music, my protector

Come to me strange Angel

"Please," she whispered, though she knew no one heard. She continued to hum the melody, occasionally asking for her angel's guidance, until her eyes closed, and her world was shut down.


*bing bing bing*

She didn't open her eyes, but Christine new the melody well, and she couldn't help but smile softly sing along to the monkey's song.

Masquerade

Paper faces on parade

Masquerade

Hide your face, so the world will never find you

A familiar voice joined in, harmonizing beautifully.

Masquerade

Every face a different shade

Masquerade

Look around, there's another mask behind you

She listened to the last lyrics, and when she did look around, there was indeed a mask behind her. Behind the mask; a man. An angel. Her angel.

You have come here

For one purpose, and one alone

Since the moment I first heard you sing

I have needed you with me

To serve me, to sing for my music

My music

His voice enchanting, his figure mysterious, Christine closed her eyes and felt his words and their meaning. She lost all feeling and sense of right and wrong, and she became overpowered by her angel's movements. She was completely at his mercy.

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Christine felt her limp body being lifted carefully, and she was placed onto her feet, her eyes still closed. She trusted her angel to guide her.

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor

Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender

She was guided gracefully and slowly, and wherever her hand was lead, she walked.

Turn your face away from the garish light of day

Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night

She was spun around quickly, the sudden gesture causing her to open her eyes, and she found herself with her back against her angel's chest, and her angel's arms wrapped around her waist. He began to move his safe, comforting hands up and down her waist, then slowly upwards over her chest and neck. He held one hand securely under her chest, and one hand on her neck, moving his fingers and drawing patterns on her neck and shoulders. His light flowing touches caused Christine to shiver all up and down her body, and she tilted her head backward, laying her head on his chest.

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before

Let your soul take you where you want to be

He paused, and breathed slowly into her ear

Only then

Can you belong to me

He turned her around gently to face him, and took her hands in his, guiding them to his chest. Christine listened to his words as she laid her small hands on his chest moved with his voice.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication

Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation

He cupped her face in his hands, and stroked her hair, holding on to her, not wanting to ever let the beautiful creature go.

Let the dream begin

Let your darker side give in

To the power of the music that I write

The power of the music of the night

With one last stroke of his hand down her back, she became limp and fell into is arms. He caught her, and picked her up so she didn't need to walk, staring at her smiling face, precious and beautiful.

You alone can make my song take flight

As he lied her down in the middle large black swan bed, Christine made small whimpering sound, still wanting to be held. Her angel sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking her face and hair, and a smile returned to her face. He continued to stroke her until she was sound asleep, and then he bent down and whispered softly in her ear.

Help me make the music of the night.


Much better, don't you think? Chapter 3 coming up soon (hopefully). I'm praying that another creative flow is approaching!

Until then!

- Annika ;D