Author's Note: Here's the next chapter. I hope you guys like this one because it's probably my favorite so far. We finally hear Helen sing (took long enough right?) and some interesting discoveries are made. Helen's singing is in BOLD. Erik's singing is in ITALICS. When they sing together, it's BOLD&ITALICS. As always, I own nothing besides the names of my characters. Enjoy & review!
That night, I dreamt of something quite unusual, however it felt vaguely familiar. I was roaming a graveyard, walking towards a particular grave. Its inscription read, 'Gustave Daaё.' Suddenly, I heard the sweetest of voices. It sounded so pure as it sang to me.
"Wandering child,
So lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance."
"Angel or father?
Friend or Phantom?
Who is it there, staring?"
"Have you forgotten your angel?"
"Angel, oh, speak
What endless longings
Echo in this whisper!"
I found myself compelled to seek out the angelic voice. Whether it was my father or the Phantom, I cared not. His voice soothed and eased me. It made me feel sheltered and safe.
"Too long you're wandered in winter
Far from my fathering gaze…"
"Wildly my mind beats against you…"
"You resist…"
"Yet your/the soul obeys…"
The voice spoke the truth. I was lost until I had awoken to the beauties of music. How I longed for this angel to appear before me and guide me with his song.
"Angel of Music,
You/I denied me/you!
Turning from true beauty!
Angel of Music!
Do not shun me/My protector!
Come to your/me strange Angel…"
As I walked towards the angelic voice, my legs suddenly stopped. I was frozen in place. I panicked. I tried to call out to my angel, but my voice was gone. Just then, the Phantom flew down from my father's grave and embraced me. "It's alright, Christine. I'm here. Your Angel is here," he whispered as I wept. I woke up, my eyes wet from the tears. I put on my glasses and read the clock. It was 2 o'clock in the morning. I turned on a light and walked over to the window. I saw Erik sitting on the porch across the street. 'How had I not noticed it before? He lives across the street from me,' I thought. Quickly, I grabbed my bathrobe and slippers and went outside. Erik's head shot up as soon as I closed the front door. I walked over to him and asked, "May I sit with you?" He nodded and I sat down. "Couldn't sleep either?" I asked. Erik shook his head. "No. I don't usually sleep at night. The horrors of my past keep me up at night," he explained. I felt sorry for Erik. He had such a hard childhood, yet he hid it so well. "What about you? What woke you, my dear?" I hesitated. Dare I tell him about the dream? I looked in his eyes and breathed in. "I had a dream. A strange dream unlike any I've ever had before, yet it felt somewhat familiar." Erik perked up. "Did you perhaps…see the Phantom in your dream?" My eyes widened. "Yes! Wait…how did you know?" Erik smiled slightly. "Your memories from your past life are coming back to you." I thought over the idea and a question arose. "Erik, what will happen to my current memories when I regain my old ones?" Erik shook his head. "I don't know. I assume you will forget that you were ever called Helen and you may possibly…" Erik stopped mid-sentence. I grabbed his shoulders. "Dammit! Tell me Erik! What will happen?" Erik sighed. "You might forget everything and everyone from your current life except for those connected to your life as Christine." I released my hold. "You mean, forget everything except you," I said quietly. Erik nodded and I stood up. "Well then, I guess I have some explaining to do." Erik rose. "Does this mean you finally believe who you really are?" I sighed. "I don't know what to believe, Erik, except you actually seem to make sense in all of this chaos." Erik walked over to me and kissed my forehead. "Love is a powerful bond, my dear. It spans lifetimes and it brought us together again." I smiled. "Yeah. I suppose it did, my angel of music." Erik smiled and I quietly sang, "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came…" Erik took my hand and kissed it. "I will always sing to you, my Angel of Music," he whispered. I leaned my head against his shoulder as he embraced me and fell asleep to the music of the night.
A/N: So many references to songs, am I right? If you can find them all, you win...er, nothing really except the happy feeling of accomplishment ;D
