by LiltingBanshee
A/N: I am so so sorry for the long wait! I can't believe the week I've had! In total I have probably spent about 5 hours in my house and have had absolutely no time for writing.
Hopefully you will forgive me and enjoy the last chapter.
Thanks to phantomann, des ires, Twinkle22, smgirl, Mominator and erikphan24601 for your kind reviews, they were much appreciated:)
To those of you who are following my story "How could I be so stupid?" I will try to update as soon as I can:)
They said they came from a country in the North, Sweden to be precise.
The wonderful violinist and the beautiful little girl who traveled by his side and had the voice of an angel. They amazed people, the gentle man that had such talent for playing and the little girl with her big brown eyes and long dark curls who sang in the clearest voice they had ever heard. They were asked to play for parties and functions and the young man gratefully accepted the jobs, for he was the only one the little girl had to care for her.
They said he had lost his darling wife in childbirth, but instead of succumbing to the grief he felt, he had accepted his responsibility of taking care of their daughter. They were inseparable; as much as he adored his little girl it was equally evident in her eyes how strongly she was bound to her father.
No one really knew what became of them, but one day the wonderful music was no more.
Only a handful of people knew what happened to Christine Daáe the day her father died. There were rumors that that she made a great singing career for herself, but no one ever really made the connection between the young beauty who graced the stage of the Opera Populaire for only a short while and the little girl in the streets who had captured many hearts with her beautiful singing.
No one truly knew where they came from. The mysterious masked man who played wonderful violin and the beautiful young woman who traveled by his side and had the voice of an angel.
They said they were father and daughter, tightly bound together by their mutual grief for the loss of their wife and mother. People were amazed by them when they heard them playing in the streets.
They were asked to play for parties and they both gratefully accepted the jobs as they only had each other to care for them.
At some occasions curious people would question the white mask the older man wore. Some would even attempt to get a closer look and maybe see what was beneath it, but they would never succeed, as the fire in the young woman's eyes would make them regret ever thinking about it.
One morning the streets of Paris were unusually quiet. The same thing occurred the following morning and the next. No one could really tell you why, but if they had listened closely they would have know they lacked the sound of a sad violin and an Angel's voice.
"Christine! Not so fast darling, we have to wait for Papa" the young woman's voice rang out over the cemetery and caused the little girl to stop and turn.
"But Maman, I want to see grand-pére and grand-mére" the little girl whined.
The woman scooped the girl up in her arms and rested her on her hip. "And you soon will chéri, but you do know that Papa can't walk very fast" she reasoned.
"Ah do go ahead, I will catch up" the young man's voice caused a smile to play of the woman's lips and she reached out a hand to rest on his arm.
"Never my love, I will never run ahead without you" she whispered.
Arnaud turned and looked at his wife. She was the most amazing woman he had ever met. He still, after 5 years of marriage, could not believe he had been lucky enough to win her love.
When the horrible accident had cost him the lower part of his left leg he had given up hope of ever finding love. For who would ever love a crippled man like him?
But then her had met her. Traveling along side her father, earning their money by playing music for people. He had fallen in love with her instantly, but why would she ever look twice at him?
Now, 5 years later he was blessed with a wife and a darling daughter and with a silent prayer he looked to the sky and thanked the masked man for trusting him to take care of his daughter.
Adora Daáe Du Thil softly placed the two red roses on the graves, one on each. Tightly hugging her young daughter to her she smiled at the gravestones.
Christine Daáe
Loving wife and mother
Erik Daáe
Loving husband and father
Our Angel of Music
After a while she rose to her feet and held her daughter's hand in hers as she smiled sadly. "Good bye for now my beloved parents, I shall see you soon" she whispered and blew a kiss at the stones.
Arnaud put a hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek gently. She smiled weakly at him and they turned to leave.
They walked through the Cimetaire de Montmartre, the little family of three. The beautiful woman with her long dark curls flowing down her back, the young gentle man with his crutches and the little curly haired girl who skipped along beside them. None of them looked back at the graves they had just left, but if they had they would have seen the ray of sun that graced them for only a second.
They were not alone. In heaven two figures were smiling and would always be watching over them.