Chapter Four
Erik pulled his angel closer to him and she fell into him willingly, her sobs subsiding only slightly. "Can we go home, Erik?" she whispered into his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around him. "Please, my love, can we just leave this horrid party. I've seen all I can bare of him."
The Phantom nodded silently and led her down a secret passage they often used. They descended down the stairs. "Why would the boat be here?" Christine whispered. "I thought Angèl was…" She turned her eyes to her love, who looked irate. She grasped his hand and eased it out of the fist it had clenched itself into. "Angel… Please. She will be back soon enough. We cannot hold her captive forever."
"She doesn't understand that place," he managed between clenched teeth.
"That place? Above and beyond our opera? Perhaps she should."
"The streets are beautiful when it snows," Angèl whispered. "Though, seeing them from above is something more."
"Is it? Will you show me?"
Angèl let a smile cross her face. "Of course," she whispered as she pulled her hood closer around her pale face. "Come with me. There are stairs on the outside of the opera in the back, incase of fire. It really is just like it was in the original opera house. Beautiful. Come."
Leron followed her quick steps to the back of the opera house and up the ice-covered steps, careful not to slip, and as his eyes became level with the rooftop, his breath caught. "Did your father ever finish the opera he was working on when I left?"
"Which one?" Angèl laughed.
"The one that described a scene much like this. He looked upset when he'd speak of it."
"Oh, I know which one you're talking about. No, he hasn't finished it yet. He said it will be finished when I can sing the lead role. See here, Leron, look over!"
Look over he did and he smiled. "Beautiful…."
"Isn't it?"
"Yes, but you are what I meant."
Angèl blushed. "I should be getting back, Leron. Papa won't be happy with me at all."
Leron reached a hand out for hers and grasped it. "What were the words to that one song?" he asked, his voice low in a near whisper. Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you'll need me with you here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go to. That's all I ask of you…"
"Say you'll share with me one love one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning. Say you love me…"
"You know I do."
Angèl brought a hand up to her mouth in a quiet movement, her eyes cast downward. "Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Anywhere you go, let me go to. My love, that's all I ask of yo-"
The sound people below cut the sound of her voice off and Angèl froze mid-word. She peered over the side of the opera house to be greeted by the sight of police and what looked like the beginning of an angry mob. Her face paled more than it had before and she let out a gasp. "I should never have left the opera house," she whispered, turning to flee down the stairs, leaving Leron alone on the snow-covered roof.
He shuddered, taking in the same sight, only his eyes focused on one man. "Monsieur de Chagny…? No… Angèl!"
A/N: running off, so I'll respond to reviews next time. Sorry!
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