Fiend Angelical

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She was a little tired now, but she didn't feel like going to bed. There were still some places left to see, and it was still very dark outside. Not even the faint hint of dawn was on the sky. Smiling and humming to herself, she opened a door to find stairs, stairs and rafters going higher and higher until she couldn't see. Tying Signor securely to her waist with the belt of the robes, she used both hands and hoisted herself up into the sky.

She ended up on the roof, and it was beautiful. The stars were out, and Kristina thought they looked like the jewels sewn into a queen's gown she had once seen. "A night for lovers!" she said to herself. Her father had often said that to her mother, on warm, clear nights where the starlight went to people's heads. Kristina giggled. "A night for lovers.but I haven't got one.."

Her sudden good mood ebbed away, until she saw the marble wonder that once two young lovers had huddled under, searching for relief from a monster. But Kristina knew none of this and walked over to the large statue of Apollo. Gently, blushing a little, she rose onto her toes and kissed his smooth, cold cheek. He still stared ahead; unnerving wisdom in his stone eyes; but Kristina thought perhaps that the atmosphere was a little less oppressing. She leaned against her new friend, taking comfort in his presence. "I think." she whispered in his marble ear "that you are what Sir looks like." She smiled, as if relieving herself of a burdensome secret. She then took Signor to her chin and began to play.

At the sound of violin, Erik cried out.

Kristina sharply turned; her violin clattered to the ground. Upon seeing his monstrous face and glowing eyes, she screamed and fled. Her robe caught on Apollo's lyre and ripped off. She turned swiftly to retrieve it, and her fallen instrument.

But the monster, the disgusting dead thing that was somehow alive was crouched over it. "NO!" she cried, and all the sadness she ever had in her life was behind that word. The monster turned and looked at her; she saw the very same despair reflected in his sunken eyes. "Child." he began, and in that word Kristina recognized and knew.

Biting back anguished and horrified sobs she tripped and stumbled her way down the steps and roping, tears soaking her cheeks.

She ran through the halls of the now foreboding and dark opera house- she hadn't noticed before how many places there were to hide, for frightening creatures to lurk. She opened the door to her room and slammed it shut behind her. She paused momentarily to lock it; which she had never done before.

She then threw herself on the bed and sobbed; her heart broke for the friend she would now surely never see again; her beloved instrument that was now in the hands of that beast. And for her beautiful wonderful teacher.her Sir. That couldn't be him.it was a trick, her mind playing tricks on her.

When at last the sobs subsided a little, she found herself thirsty and sat up, looking about for her water jug. On the table was her violin.