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Chapter 2: The New Opera Angel

Victoria awoke the next morning to Emily's crying. She yawned and stretched, sitting up in her bed. Looking over at the crib, she saw Emily squirming, her arms and legs in the air as tears ran down her face. She got up from her bed and walked over to the crib, picking up her daughter. "Shhh…It's alright Emily, I know you're hungry," she whispered softly to her daughter, walking over to her suitcase and pulling out a bottle and small jug of milk. She gently placed her daughter on her bed while she filled up the bottle and shut the jug of milk. Placing the milk on the floor, she gathered her daughter in her arms and gave her the bottle, which Emily accepted eagerly. Victoria smiled and sang softly to Emily,

"Hush now, my baby
Be still, love, don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember
My lullaby
And I'll be with you when you dream

Drift on a river
That flows through my arms
Drift as I'm singing to you
I see you smiling
So peaceful and calm
And holding you, I'm smiling, too
Here in my arms
Safe from all harm
Holding you, I'm smiling, too

Hush now, my baby
Be still, love, don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember this river lullaby
And I'll be with you when you dream
I'll be with you when you dream.."

Emily slowly drifted back to sleep after finishing her bottle. Victoria smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead, walking over and placing her back in the crib. Deciding that she needed a bath, she opened the bathroom door and stepped in. Incase Emily needed her, she didn't shut it, but left it ajar slightly. Stripping out of her dark blue gown that she had fallen asleep in, she turned on the warm water. Within a few minutes, the tub was full with steaming warm water. She slowly climbed in and sighed with contempt, resting against the edge. Once again the pair of blue eyes watched her through the open door.

Erik stood behind the mirror, watching as the girl fed the baby. Who is she? He couldn't help but wonder to himself. He watched how she was so gently with her baby and it made him remember how his mother was always so repulsive to him. He was brought out of his thoughts of his mother when he heard her sing. Her voice is astounding, he thought to himself, leaning closer to the mirror to study her. She was beautiful, he had to admit that. How her dark brown hair hung over her face slightly as she sang, how her blue eyes sparkled with love for her daughter. Erik shook his head, there was no way he could be attracted to this girl. He'd only caught a few glances of her the night before and now he was observing her for the first time. Besides, there was still the matter of Christine. Christine…That name still burned his heart. Now was not the time to be thinking of Christine, she was long gone with her Vicomte and had not returned to the Opera Populaire for five years.

He saw the girl stand up and place the now sleeping baby in the crib along the wall. He watched her as she walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open. Taking the opportunity, he opened the mirror and quietly stepped into the room. He walked over to the crib and saw the little girl with black hair, sleeping. Suddenly she opened her eyes and stared up at him. Erik froze, unsure of what to do. The little girl stared up at him and she reached her small arms out to him, wanting to be picked up. Not wanting her to make any noise to give him away, he cautiously picked the little girl up and held her in his arms. Emily stared up at him with fascination, her small hand running over his cheek that was not covered by the mask. She was about to reach her other hand up to touch his mask, but he gently took her hand in his before she could touch it. Then she did something he didn't expect…She smiled at him. Taken back by surprise, he smiled gently down at her as she laid her head on his shoulder, drifting off to sleep once more. Erik gently placed Emily back in the crib and covered her up with the blanket, before walking over to the open door.

Erik blushed when he saw the girl in the bathtub, her head resting against the edge, her eyes closed. He watched as she bathed herself, making sure to look away at certain times.Because her back was facing him he saw how pale her skin was, almost like his, and his eyes marveled at her body; it was flawless. He was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. Panicking, he quickly stepped away from the bathroom door and left a rose on the vanity with a black ribbon tied around it before he stepped back through the mirror. He stood, knowing that he was not seen, waiting to see what would happen.

Victoria quickly stepped out of the bath and pulled a robe around herself when she heard the knock. "Mademoiselle?" she heard Madame Giry call through the door. "I'll be right there Madame," she called back, draining the water in the bath. After checking that her daughter was still sleeping, she opened the door to see Madame Giry standing there with a smile. "Good morning mademoiselle, I was hoping that we could get you to audition for our new opera this morning," Madame Giry said, asking if she could come in with her eyes. "Pardon my manners, Madame, please come in," Victoria said, stepping aside and closing the door after Madame Giry stepped in.

Madame Giry noticed the rose on the vanity and looked back around at Victoria. "My dear, have you by chance sung at all this morning?" she asked her softly, glancing at the mirror every now and then. Victoria looked at her curiously and nodded, "Yes, actually, I sang Emily to sleep not too long ago. Why do you ask, Madame?" Madame Giry walked over to the vanity and picked up the rose, holding it out to Victoria. She stared at the flower, reaching out for it slowly and taking it in her hand, studying it. "It seems he has heard you and is pleased with your singing," Madame Giry said with a warm smile. Victoria stopped her examination of the rose to look up at Madame Giry, "Who, Madame?" Madame Giry looked at Emily sleeping with a smile on her face before she looked back up at Victoria, "The Phantom of the Opera, my dear."

Ok, for those of you who don't know, that song is not mine either. I take no claim to it, it's from Prince of Egypt and I've always loved that song. I ask for more reviews please! Tell me what you all think! Love ya! Chapter 3 will be out soon!