Disclaimer: I don't own any characters except for Jacqueline. (But man, do I wish I did…)

Thanks for all the reviews, guys! I felt very happy that people liked my story!!!!

One question: Does anyone know what might be wrong with the site? I thought no one reviewed my story because I didn't get an e-mail, but I checked on here and saw I had five…Strange that none were sent to me though…shrug anyways…

Nick-Potter7- Yay! Another Harry Potter fan! Basically in my life I have two obsessions: Harry Potter and Phantom of the Opera lol. I'll gladly check out some of your stories! (I have a HP one too… but it died halfway through and was never finished lol)

Padfootz-luvr- ANOTHER HP fan? does a dance of joy Thanks for your review!! I really hope you like the rest.

UDeeN- LoL that's the first time anyone's called my writing "charming" before sniff Thanks so much! I hope you like the rest of my story!

Rave Skyy- Thanks a lot! I'm glad you like my portrayal of Erik! (I was worried that I couldn't pull it off!)

Maeko-Nohara- Thanks so so much! I don't really like Erik/Other Woman stories that much either, but I just thought this idea seemed interesting, so I'm kind of being a hypocrite by writing one, huh? I'm glad you figured out who Jacqueline was (I was worried people wouldn't put 2 and 2 together, since I haven't revealed her name yet)

Anyways, on with the story!!

Chapter Two

"Who is this angel?" Jacqueline wondered to herself as she stood in silence at this man's side. Never before had she heard a voice so pure and strong in all of her 23 years on this Earth. For once in her seemingly comfortless life, fate seemed to finally smile upon her.

Jacqueline had been on her own since the age of 8 when her parents were killed in a terrible fire that struck their home. Although an illness took her sight at the age of 5, Jacqueline was the first to sense that something was wrong on that fateful night. She could smell the smoke and hear the sinister crackling of the flames. Feeling as though she would vomit, she realized that the sound was coming from her parents' bedroom. For what seemed like ages, she called their names, but got no reply. Sobbing, she continued until, finally she heard her father's voice.

"Jacqueline! You have to get out! Go!" His words were then overcome by the sound of choking and sobbing. Feeling as though her entire world was shattered, Jacqueline ran from their home and never returned. Since that day, she had lived on the streets, alone, cold and hungry, using the only thing she had- her voice- to obtain what little money she could.

This is why she was now in a state of shock. This being (whether he be man or angel, Jacqueline was unsure) had sang to her in a such a way that she felt as though her very soul would soar to the heavens. She had only momentarily awoken from this reverie when the man's harsh, yet somehow soothing, voice reached her ears. "Come my dear, you must be cold," The man wrapped his cloak around her lovingly and took her hand, "Let's warm you up, shall we?" And with that, he led her away.

The two walked in silence for quite some time before Jacqueline's timid voice broke the air. "Excuse me monsieur, but where are you taking me?" Jacqueline could hear in the man's reply that he was smiling, "Why, to my home of course. You have nothing to fear, mademoiselle, for the angel of music has you under his wing."

A small gasp escaped Jacqueline's lips, "So you are an angel!" "In a sense, yes, my child." Came the angel's reply, "And may I know my angel's name?" Jacqueline whispered hopefully. "Erik," he replied simply.

"Erik," Jacqueline repeated in a whisper, "Thank you, Erik. My name is Jacqueline." Erik came to a halt, "Well, Jacqueline," chills ran down the girls spine at the sound of her name on his lips, "Welcome to my home."

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"Welcome to my home" Erik said softly to Jacqueline, "I hope you will enjoy your time here." As he slowly opened the door, Erik knew that Jacqueline could not see the walls around her, yet in a way, he wished she could. He knew full well that his home smelled of loneliness and death, yet he had managed to create a beautiful home for himself, lit by soft candles and adorned with beautiful architecture.

He led her into his kitchen and sat her at the table, telling her to make herself at home. Quickly as he could, he made the girl a bowl of hot soup which she ate quickly and gratefully. He could tell that Jacqueline's strength was failing her, so he gently lifted her up and carried her into his guest bedroom.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest as he carried her with care up the winding stairs. Erik could not help but smile as he hummed her a soothing song, laying her on the soft bed. With care, he wrapped the blankets around her frail body and gently pushed a strand of red hair off her face. "Oh, Erik, how can I ever thank you?" He shushed her soothingly as he slowly stepped away from the bed. "Goodnight, Jacqueline." And with that, he blew out the candles and shut the door behind him.

A/N: Not the best chapter in the world, I know. Review anyways though! (I know it seems to be going pretty slow at the moment, but the next chapter's going to take place about a week or two later and things will speed up from there.)