Ok, well here is chapter 2. I am really looking forward to feed back, so wheather good or bad, please tell me what you think about the fan fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own any phantom of the opera... but I can still imagine!
Phantom of the opera
One week after the silent death of Mme. Christine de Chagny, all was silent and still around the Chagny manor. For they all grieved her for the period, it was almost as if they would never see her again, but Chloe knew, she knew that one day she would see her mother again, and they would be just as happy as they were when her mother was alive. They would be just as joyous, and they would live happily in heaven with their angel of music. They would spend their eternity in heaven singing with their angel, and all would be well. Or at least that was what her mother had told her as she was a growing child.
Chloe walked into the foryer quietly her curly brown hair tied into a pony tail, and her dark eyes radiant from the lovely black dress she wore. As she entered the foryer a butler rolled an aged man out in a wheel chair. The man looked over to Chloe and in a tone to match his age he says to her, "Chloe dear... the carriage is outside, go on we have somewhere to go." Chloe was confused of this, for since her mother passed away, he had went nowhere but her funeral. Her death had hit him quite hard especially after reading some of the letters found in her room.
They all carefully got into the carriage. There was an awkward silence in the carriage as the cab pulled off going towards the opera house. The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of people talking amongst the streets, and the slight pitter patter of the horses hooves against the cobble stone streets. Chloe and her father had nothing really to talk about these days, it was her mother that kept things alive. With her gone her relationship with her father was not as great. They soon pulled in front of a dreary building. It looked a bit aged, to go along with the burnt look. Raoul turned to Chloe, "Stay in the carriage my daughter... I shall not be long..." Chloe nodded lightly and leaned back against the seat of the carriage.
The butler rolled Raoul into the opera house, and as they entered numerous bids could be heard from the next room. They rolled Raoul in and some turned to see his arrival. As he entered they brought out a small music box out onto the dusty stage. Adorned upon it was a make-shift monkey holding a pair of small golden cymbals. They wound a small key in the back and a familiar tune played to Raoul, and he knew that is what he wanted to get. When they asked for a bid of 15 he raised his hand, only to notice that someone else had bid after him. He let out a sigh and raised his hand once more. He was glad to see that the woman didn't follow after, and he receive the music box. He touched its sides gently thinking back to Christine.
He remembered her detailed description of the box, and how it was playing a she said her final good bye to Erik. He could never forget for she spoke of it often, she often spoke of his tears, and his sorrows. Her descriptions were oh so vivid and clear, almost as if she dreamed of it every night there on after. He often wondered if Erik had continued to sing to her in the night, and if Erik were still alive. As his butler turned his wheel chair to take him back to the carriage he drew in a deep breath revisiting the moment that her was tortured, and Christine was given that choice. It disappointed him that she would have actually went with Erik, especially all he had done to go and save her from the dreaded beast.
The butler helped Raoul into the carriage. Raoul noticed Chloe's inquisitive look, as if she were trying to guess at what the box could be. The driver continued, yet there was still that awkward silence between Raoul and Chloe. It wasn't the kind of silence that you break with a stupid comment, but the kind that is so icy and cold that no matter what you want to say, it just doesn't seem right in the circumstance. The carriage pulled to a halt out side a tomb. It was a newly placed tomb, maybe a week old, and it read 'Christine' in large letters at the top then Raoul's eyes traveled to the bottom of the tomb stone seeing the small engravings of 'loving wife and mother' Raoul wanted to cry, but he also felt that he should stay strong in this moment. He frailly climbed out of his wheel chair and gently placed the music box upon her tomb stone. He figure that he should give her this gift even in death he knew she would want it. She talked of it so fondly, and he would hate to think of her not having it.
He began to turn after placing the music box, but something caught his eye. It was a red rose with a black velvet ribbon tied to it with a silver ring tied into the knot. Raoul's eyes widened remembering all of Christine's rambles of how Erik would leave her such roses. But somehow he knew that the beauty of this rose surpassed all of the others. He stood there a moment frozen in the captivating beauty of the red rose, and the mesmerizing details of the ring he remembered so well. The ring that he had given to Christine for their secret engagement.
Chloe wondered what was taking so long, she peaked her head out of the carriage seeing the perplexed yet fearful look on her father's face, she became curious at what had him so entranced. She stepped out of the carriage and walked towards her father laying a comforting hand upon his shoulder asking in her childish curiosity, "Father?... is something wrong?" She awaited an answer, but got nothing. She sighed giving up, he must have been really upset over something not to have answered like that. She looked towards the rose and her eyes widened as she head a voice come around her. Surrounding the air around her, vibrating through the mist over the damp ground, and covering her. It repeated:
"I am your angel of music... come to me angel of music..."
Chloe looked around seeing no one around her, she turned to find her father and get away, but she noticed that both he and their carriage were gone. She were left alone except for this strange voice that called to her. So alluring, so vibrant, mysterious, yet calming. She looked around her once more eager to find the voice, discover whom it was speaking to her. Only the words caught her attention then. Angel of music? Could it be that he had come to her, just as her mother said he would as she ascended to heaven?