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Angel snuggled into the pillow pulling the blanket over her head wanting to drift back into her dream. She had dreamed she was at the Populaire and she had been in the phantom's lair singing and touching his mask till she was interrupted. Why couldn't that be real? The dust fell an made her sneeze. Wait dust? He apartment wasn't dusty Ryan made sure she cleaned daily. Shotting up she threw the blanket off and looked around.

Not a dream! She remembered everything getting up she grabbed her bag pulling out her clothes. She threw on her black tank tip with blue butterflies and a pair of blue jean shorts. Slipping on her sneakers she saw something fall from her bag. It was a necklace one of her mother's. She remembered seeing the first when she was little.

~~~~~~~~ Memory~~~~~~~

'Eight year old Angel ran to her mother holding the necklace. "Momma what's this."

Her mother had smiled. "It is our families amulate sweety it will protect up. When you get of age it will become yours. It has been pasted down from Mother to daughter for 8 generations. An one day you will give it to your daughter to continue on with our legacy.'

~~~~~~~~Memory~~~~~~~~~

Angel looked the necklace over it was a blood red gen surrounded in gold. On the face of it was a dragon, griffen, and gargoyle mix. As the she slipped it on she felt a strange sensation come over her but she brushed off as if it was nothing.

Suddenly remembering the mask she had she looked at her pillow only to gasp. The mask was gone and in its place was a red rose tied with a black ribbon.'Just like the ones the phantom gave Christine.' Thinking about the tunnel that was suppose to be in box 5 she looked around and still couldn't find it. He was good at hiding his doors.

Deciding to explore more she wondered around the Populaire. She found some clothes dresses she could use and to her surprise she found the same outfit Meg had worn when she went in search for the phantom. Putting everything she could use in the box next to her she explored more. Surprised when she found a couple of old sword. She was indeed like a fan girl at comic con. She took the swords playing like she was fighting. Putting those up she went back to box five and sat and ate what little food she had left. She needed to go get supplies, but she didnt want to leave.

Looking at the stage she saw the set up for Don Juan and she had a sudden idea, smiling she slid the rose in her hair. she left box five and went to the stage.

As she exited his box Erik stepped from his tunnel. He had watched her tour his opera as if it was her own. She honestly didn't know how many time he could have killed her today. Where did she go now?

'You have come here, in persuit of your deeepest urge

In persuit of that wish till now has been silent... silent.'

Erik leaned against the wall in the shadows watching her sing and dance. She knew all the words and wasn't afraid to sing both parts. She was intersting. He looked on almost hypnotized as she acted like she was singing to a second person.

'What raging FIRE shall flood the soul, Which rich desire unlocks it's door.

What sweet seduction lies before us?'

He watched as if she had been him grabbing for Christine but she held thin air. What was she doing? He stood straighter when she sang Christine's part. Her voice was amazing. Who could have such a rang from baratone, to alto, to saprano. He needed to know more about her but how. He knew he couldn't come to her as he did Christine, he wouldn't make the same mistake, he watched her head to the stairs. His senses on alert. She was stupid the fire had made the brige brittle.

' When will the blood begin to race, The sleeping bud burst into bloom.

When will the flames at last CONSUME us?'

Angel was so intranced into the song her was unaware of the danger and also she had some company. Company that had been enjoying the performance before relizing the danger she was stepping into.

Erik watched her at the top she was gonna walk across. The bridge will surly give out. She could die? Why did he care? He didn't he wanted to know more about her before she dies. Taking the passageway he made his way to the stage. A scream driving him to move faster.

Angel was slowly walking across the bridge her eyes hooded as she sang imagaing the Phantom singing with her.

'Past the point of no return, The final threashold, The bridged is crossed so stand and watch it... ahhhhh'

The bridge in question broke under her weight. Angel felt herself fall reaching up she grabbed the jagged planks feeling wood bite into her skin. She looked down the trap door under the pit where the flames who have been was open. That was a good twenty feet down. She knew no one knew she was there so she knew there was no one to help her. At least that was what she thought.

Erik exited the passageway to see the hole in the bridge. Was she gone? He heard her whimper. Seeing she was handing on he jumped down his cloak billowing around him as he rushed to the opening.

Angel was terrified she was in the most wonderful place every and she was about to die. She was so scared...'Hang on if I can get out of the phantom's traps this should be a piece of cake' She reached for the next plank. Gripping it she started to pull herself up, but it snapped. Before she could fall a gloved hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed hers. Looking up Angel saw the ghostly hand gripping hers. Someone was there to help. But who? With the persons help she started to pull herself up. Who she see when she got up?

Erik used the strenght he had aquired over the years to finish pulling her up and into his arms. Wrapping an arm around her waist he grabbed the rope beside him and held on at the bridge finish crumpling under thier feet. The woman clung to him her face barried in his neck, as if afraid to look. They held on as the rope lowered them to the stage. Once thier feet touched he let go of the rope and tried to look at the woman in his arms.

Angel's heart was racing her face was against a strange man's neck. A man who saved her life. He felt wonderful she could feel the muscles that had bunched around her, an he smelled wonderful. Thinking she had held on a little to long she leaned back and looked at her savior and stood transfixed. There before her was the Phantom of the Opera. He looked like the man who play the phantom in 2004. Like him but not quite like him, he was more handsome. She ran her hands up his arms and up his neck cupping his cheek. She looked into the greenist eyes ever and smiled. "Your alive! Your really alive!"

Eric's head tilted ever so slightly curious why the woman didn't run screaming. She was pleased to see him, he was sure. He did just save her life. He tried to ignore her hands on his face and he attempted to glare her down saying the first thing that popped into his head.

"What are you doing in my Opera house?"

Angel felt as if she was going nuts. Before she could answer her head started to spin and feel light headed. The mix of hardlly any food, an a near death experience was to much on her mind. Hey eyes rolled back an like Christine she fainted in the Phantom's arms.

Erik picked her up bridal style and remembering her bed in box 5 he took her back up there. As he laid her down he looked her over. She was a beautiful woman, curvy. Her blonde and brown hair was in a ponytail. Without thining he removed the band an spread her hair around her. Taking the cutain she used for a blanket he covered her up. After looking her over once more he slide inot the shadow an behind his hiddendoor standing there watching over her as came too


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