MY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL
Ever since I heard his voice, I knew I would love him.
It was golden, crystalline, beautiful.
When he enticingly called my name, shivers ran through my body, unlike that which I have ever felt.
I imagined his arms caressing me, like his voice did.
I know, I was thought to be mad.
Most people find an oddly exquisite voice, unaccompanied by a body, to be a strange, perhaps even evil, occurrence.
However, in my lonely, depressed state, a voice at all, and one that magnificent, was a blessing.
The voice of an angel.
I remember the first time I heard it, inside my dressing room.
He beckoned me to answer.
He declared his love of my voice.
He enticed me to sing for him.
And in return, he did so for me.
I recalled my father's tale of the Angel of Music.
My dear Papa, having four years in heaven, had spun a story of magic when I was a young girl.
Of Little Lotte and her Angel.
The man with the golden voice, who taught Lotte to sing like no one could.
Papa had told me he would send me the Angel.
However, childhood fairy-tales are not meant to come true when one is older.
And yet, it had happened to me.
The Angel of Music had come to me.
He declared himself so, and gave me music lessons that brought me far beyond a height I had imagined.
My voice, under his instruction, grew better every day.
One lessons with my angel was like a month's worth of lessons at any professional conservatory.
I considered myself lucky to be his protégée.
But then my dream turned into a reality.
Perhaps my angel felt threatened by Raoul's appearance.
Certainly, I was happy to see him.
However, I am sure Raoul made my angel jealous, so jealous he wanted me with him.
The mirror called me.
The light lured me.
His voice trapped me.
His hand grabbed me.
Down the dark path to the cellars, to the Phantom's lair.
In awe, I stared at him as the boat made its way across the lake.
He commanded me to sing, and I sang for him like never before.
As he sat down to play his organ, I studied him.
The dark dress clothes, the velvet fedora, the black sweeping cloak.
My eyes rested on his mask, gleaming white in the candlelight.
What was behind it?
He then sang to me, sang in his sweet, sensual voice.
He took my hand in his, and though his hand was cold and clammy, his fingers burned with desire.
I could feel it even then.
He ran his hands over me, took my hand and placed it on his face.
He sang, and I listened.
The Music of the Night.
He told me light was evil, that only in the darkness can one become truly beautiful.
In the midst of his lair, I fainted.
When I awoke, he was again playing organ.
My curiosity over took me and I removed his mask.
Oh God, that I had not!
That I might have saved myself from such a horrifying sight!
His distorted face, contorted with fury, countered his voice.
A demon with an angel's voice.
But his anger turned to distress.
He begged me to forget his face, to love him for his voice.
He said I could learn to love the rest of him in time.
Then he let me go.
After that, I clung to Raoul.
His handsome features clouded over when I spoke of the Phantom.
I knew he would protect me.
But even on the roof, we were not safe.
That man had a power over me, one that I could not fight.
I was doomed to return to him.
Strange enough, through my fear I still felt the attraction for him.
This man who declared to be my angel.
The man who turned into a monster before my very eyes.
Yet I still felt a passion for him that I could not explain.
Against my better judgment, I became engaged to Raoul.
He could love me dutifully, keep me safe, give me everything I wanted.
Not everything.
The Phantom discovered our engagement.
He ripped the chain with the ring off my neck, I winced in pain.
Or in fear.
The large gold ring, giant diamonds sparkling, rolled to my feet.
I had to sing; Raoul said it was the only way.
I was frightened; he could snatch me at any moment.
But I did it; they had to catch the monster.
I sang, but it was not Piangi in front of me.
My angel had heard my voice and had come to sing with me.
I knew Piangi was dead.
Just like Buquet.
I knew that I was trapped, but my emotions confused me.
I sang with passion to the man who had killed.
He shuddered under my touch, and I knew I had him trapped as well.
But when he placed the plain gold band on my finger, my senses whirled, and I foolishly exposed his face.
Back down to his lair, down once more.
To a place where darkness ruled, and there was no room for light.
He placed a wedding veil on my head.
Just then, Raoul came rushing down, and I cursed the stupid boy for following us.
I rushed to him, and at our hesitation, the Phantom caught us both in a trap.
The Punjab Lasso around Raoul's neck, I was given a choice.
It was a difficult one.
I did not want to stay with this monster under such circumstances.
Yet it was that or Raoul's death.
In the end, the choice should not have been that difficult.
I kissed Raoul's cheek, then turned to the man who held our fate in his hands.
And I kissed him.
Full, long, wonderful.
At that moment, I knew I could love no other than Erik.
Underneath that face, there was a soul.
A human soul, one who only longed for compassion, and understanding.
I craved to give it to him.
But Erik turned me away, the crowd was coming; it was not safe.
Raoul took my hand and ran.
Even so, I slowed, took Erik's ring off my finger.
I held it, felt its warmth, it's dull sheen in the poor candlelight.
And I went back to Erik.
I felt Raoul tensing, but I didn't care.
I gave Erik his ring.
Our hands brushed, our senses tingled, and his eyes hopefully glanced up.
Then he turned his back on me.
I returned to Raoul once again, and he looked at me.
Past my eyes, into my heart.
Gently he led me back to Erik.
Raoul took my hand and placed it in Erik's, and smiled weakly.
I kissed Erik on his beautiful lips.
We embraced, and neither of us were willing to let go.
But we did.
Then I looked at Raoul, who had a pained look in his eye, but a happy one as well.
I could have kissed him.
I did kiss him.
His forehead bowed as I placed a kiss there, and a tear mingled between us.
Then Erik, strong, sturdy, unbendable Erik, bowed deeply.
Raoul returned the bow, and left us.
I turned to my angel.
Erik, forgive me for not seeing you.
For looking at your face and seeing only the horror.
Raoul, thank you for understanding, for seeing Erik as I saw him.
My beautiful Angel.
A/N This is the second chapter! I hope you are enjoying this! And reviews would be appreciated! Luv Always, .:Kat:.
Ever since I heard his voice, I knew I would love him.
It was golden, crystalline, beautiful.
When he enticingly called my name, shivers ran through my body, unlike that which I have ever felt.
I imagined his arms caressing me, like his voice did.
I know, I was thought to be mad.
Most people find an oddly exquisite voice, unaccompanied by a body, to be a strange, perhaps even evil, occurrence.
However, in my lonely, depressed state, a voice at all, and one that magnificent, was a blessing.
The voice of an angel.
I remember the first time I heard it, inside my dressing room.
He beckoned me to answer.
He declared his love of my voice.
He enticed me to sing for him.
And in return, he did so for me.
I recalled my father's tale of the Angel of Music.
My dear Papa, having four years in heaven, had spun a story of magic when I was a young girl.
Of Little Lotte and her Angel.
The man with the golden voice, who taught Lotte to sing like no one could.
Papa had told me he would send me the Angel.
However, childhood fairy-tales are not meant to come true when one is older.
And yet, it had happened to me.
The Angel of Music had come to me.
He declared himself so, and gave me music lessons that brought me far beyond a height I had imagined.
My voice, under his instruction, grew better every day.
One lessons with my angel was like a month's worth of lessons at any professional conservatory.
I considered myself lucky to be his protégée.
But then my dream turned into a reality.
Perhaps my angel felt threatened by Raoul's appearance.
Certainly, I was happy to see him.
However, I am sure Raoul made my angel jealous, so jealous he wanted me with him.
The mirror called me.
The light lured me.
His voice trapped me.
His hand grabbed me.
Down the dark path to the cellars, to the Phantom's lair.
In awe, I stared at him as the boat made its way across the lake.
He commanded me to sing, and I sang for him like never before.
As he sat down to play his organ, I studied him.
The dark dress clothes, the velvet fedora, the black sweeping cloak.
My eyes rested on his mask, gleaming white in the candlelight.
What was behind it?
He then sang to me, sang in his sweet, sensual voice.
He took my hand in his, and though his hand was cold and clammy, his fingers burned with desire.
I could feel it even then.
He ran his hands over me, took my hand and placed it on his face.
He sang, and I listened.
The Music of the Night.
He told me light was evil, that only in the darkness can one become truly beautiful.
In the midst of his lair, I fainted.
When I awoke, he was again playing organ.
My curiosity over took me and I removed his mask.
Oh God, that I had not!
That I might have saved myself from such a horrifying sight!
His distorted face, contorted with fury, countered his voice.
A demon with an angel's voice.
But his anger turned to distress.
He begged me to forget his face, to love him for his voice.
He said I could learn to love the rest of him in time.
Then he let me go.
After that, I clung to Raoul.
His handsome features clouded over when I spoke of the Phantom.
I knew he would protect me.
But even on the roof, we were not safe.
That man had a power over me, one that I could not fight.
I was doomed to return to him.
Strange enough, through my fear I still felt the attraction for him.
This man who declared to be my angel.
The man who turned into a monster before my very eyes.
Yet I still felt a passion for him that I could not explain.
Against my better judgment, I became engaged to Raoul.
He could love me dutifully, keep me safe, give me everything I wanted.
Not everything.
The Phantom discovered our engagement.
He ripped the chain with the ring off my neck, I winced in pain.
Or in fear.
The large gold ring, giant diamonds sparkling, rolled to my feet.
I had to sing; Raoul said it was the only way.
I was frightened; he could snatch me at any moment.
But I did it; they had to catch the monster.
I sang, but it was not Piangi in front of me.
My angel had heard my voice and had come to sing with me.
I knew Piangi was dead.
Just like Buquet.
I knew that I was trapped, but my emotions confused me.
I sang with passion to the man who had killed.
He shuddered under my touch, and I knew I had him trapped as well.
But when he placed the plain gold band on my finger, my senses whirled, and I foolishly exposed his face.
Back down to his lair, down once more.
To a place where darkness ruled, and there was no room for light.
He placed a wedding veil on my head.
Just then, Raoul came rushing down, and I cursed the stupid boy for following us.
I rushed to him, and at our hesitation, the Phantom caught us both in a trap.
The Punjab Lasso around Raoul's neck, I was given a choice.
It was a difficult one.
I did not want to stay with this monster under such circumstances.
Yet it was that or Raoul's death.
In the end, the choice should not have been that difficult.
I kissed Raoul's cheek, then turned to the man who held our fate in his hands.
And I kissed him.
Full, long, wonderful.
At that moment, I knew I could love no other than Erik.
Underneath that face, there was a soul.
A human soul, one who only longed for compassion, and understanding.
I craved to give it to him.
But Erik turned me away, the crowd was coming; it was not safe.
Raoul took my hand and ran.
Even so, I slowed, took Erik's ring off my finger.
I held it, felt its warmth, it's dull sheen in the poor candlelight.
And I went back to Erik.
I felt Raoul tensing, but I didn't care.
I gave Erik his ring.
Our hands brushed, our senses tingled, and his eyes hopefully glanced up.
Then he turned his back on me.
I returned to Raoul once again, and he looked at me.
Past my eyes, into my heart.
Gently he led me back to Erik.
Raoul took my hand and placed it in Erik's, and smiled weakly.
I kissed Erik on his beautiful lips.
We embraced, and neither of us were willing to let go.
But we did.
Then I looked at Raoul, who had a pained look in his eye, but a happy one as well.
I could have kissed him.
I did kiss him.
His forehead bowed as I placed a kiss there, and a tear mingled between us.
Then Erik, strong, sturdy, unbendable Erik, bowed deeply.
Raoul returned the bow, and left us.
I turned to my angel.
Erik, forgive me for not seeing you.
For looking at your face and seeing only the horror.
Raoul, thank you for understanding, for seeing Erik as I saw him.
My beautiful Angel.
A/N This is the second chapter! I hope you are enjoying this! And reviews would be appreciated! Luv Always, .:Kat:.