Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Christine/Erik
Feedback: Yes, please! Also being nice would make me happy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gaston Leroux's Phantom or anything I might refer to based on Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical adaptation of it.
Summary: Christine makes an important decision that could forever change the lives of many…
Author's Note: New chapters! Yeahy! Here are CHAPTERS 36-46! Enjoy!
Chapter 45Victor cried to himself for a few minutes when he heard a strange low sound of music playing.
It sounds like a piano, he said as he stood up and started to follow it.
Maybe if I go to it, the person playing can help me get out.
He walked and knew he was on the right track when he heard the sound of it getting louder.
Eventually, he saw a hallway leading to a place where there was light.
Ever so careful and silent, he followed it and moved closer tiptoeing.
When he got there, he looked around to see a huge lair room with old artifacts and things.
Carefully looking, he saw an organ with a man sitting at it and playing.
He moved closer and noticed how the man was in a trance.
Once he finished playing, the young boy took a gulp and said, "Excuse me, monsieur. But I'm lost. Can you help me?"
The man stood still for a moment sending shivers through Victor's bones.
He nearly gasped when the man turned around to face him for he had a mask shielding one side one side of face.
"You! How did you get down here!" the man asked in a threatening tone of voice.
"Through a secret area behind a mirror in a dressing room…" the boy quivered.
"I beg your pardon!"
"My mother was busy working. I was left alone and not to leave the area but I didn't know this would happen. I swear."
The man stood up and walked over to him.
"Don't you know who I am!" he said with some hurt in his voice.
The boy nodded a no but said, "My mother always taught me never to talk to strangers."
"Your mother is very wise but why do you stare to trust me, boy!"
"Well, sir. Despite how you are acting out, it is apparent that there is a hint of sadness in your voice as if you've been hurt. There most be good inside of you."
"Aren't you even scared?" the masked man asked.
"No."
"This is pathetic," the man said turning around.
"Are you going to help me or not, kind sir?" Victor asked.
"Hmph."
Not knowing what had come over him, the boy saw a piece of music and picked it up. Singing with "ah's", he proceeded onto the song not stopping once until he reached the very end.
Erik stared at the boy in shock.
"Who taught you to sing like that?"
"My mother."
Erik nodded.
"Although, she says that the Angel of Music helps me," Victor finished/
"Angel if Music?" the man choked as he turned to face him with surprise again.
"Yes. He's my guide and guardian. She says he'll always be there to protect and watch over me."
It can't be…"Who is your mother?" the man asked in a calm and curious maner.
"You might know her. She used to be a chorus girl and singer at the opera."
"What is her name?"
"Why, Christine Daae, of course."