Chapter 2:Down Once More

With hopes high, Christine Daae slowly acended the stairs of her old home. She glanced behind her as she approached the massive golden doors. Tears flooded her eyes as she pushed with all her might and saw the floor she had danced on not too long ago. Once again, the songs came whirling through her mind again.

"Masquarade! Paper faces on parade, masquarade. Hide your face so the world will never find you."

She remembered the Phantoms sad voice echoing through the empty chambers for onefinal time. Or was he still bewitching young singers souls as he once had done to hers.Ascending beautifully carved golden stairs, she took a left turn and walked to the corridor where herbedroom had once stood. When she reched the door, she made sure she left it open incase of any inconvieninces.Which, she hoped would'nt happen at any point of her visit.

Suprisingly, her vanity mirror was still standing. Though the paint faded, the glass was not harmed at all. Looking at herelegant but sadfigure, dressed it the most mournful black, she reaced her gloved hand for the edge of the mirror. Grasping it firmly she slid it open to find the once dancing candlesticks, dead and damp as ever. Her first step echoed through the passgage and she jumped quite startled. Soon she got used to the dank setting and continued the long walk to the misty stream..

Decending the long spiral staircase she tried to forget the thrilled but calm face of the Phantom as he brought her down on the midnight darkhorse. Suddenly she stopped, unaware of where she had brouhgt heself.. After snapping back to reality, she looked at the thick stream.. Unaware of what she was doing, almost trancelike she started sing. This time the tears started flowing down her pale cheeks freely.

"I remember there was mist. Swirling mist upon a vast glossy lake. There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat. And on a boat there was a man."

She lingered on that last tender note as if it held her life. She remembered approaching the Phantom and taking off his mask. How she regretted ever reaching her fingers under the sleek mask. How he got so angry at her and called her all those names.

" Damn you! You little lying pandora. You little viper! Now You can not ever be free! Damn you, curse you."

Without thought she started walking through the lake and following an unfamiliar path. The tears now falling and leaving a streamlike path on her face. Similar to the one she was currently following.. As she reached the steps she recalled so vividly the song he sang to her as he welcomed her to his layer. His lonely voice filling the cave with an extravagant sound.

" I have brought you, tho the seat of sweet musics throne. To the place where all must pay hommage to music, music. I have brought you, for one purpose and one alone. Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me to serve me to sing for my music,.. my music"

And next how he sang the Music of the Night. Her sang each note perfectly, wether if it was high or low. Years of talent gone to waste she thought to herself.

Phantoms POV.

A familiar voice echoed through the empty chambers of the Phantoms even more secret layer. He tried to block it from his head but it wasn't working. Soon he wasn't thinking it was in his head. He looked back to the path to the broken mirror. Was it really Christine.

" It cant be. She leaft me for than foul man. I could of given her anything she wanted." He cursed himself and started walking towards the long abandoned path."Though I somehow am happy for her. Giving her everything she wanted would of made her spoiled."He chuckled to himself think of what a spoiled Christine would be like." But I guess Raoul gave her what she really wanted, true love. BUT I LOVED HER JUST AS MUCH AS HE DID! ITS SO UNFAIR!" He cursed himself for being so childish. And also for letting her go so easily. Now he was the one who had silent tears falling. Standing up he made his mind.

Walking towardsher, or what he thought was Christine,brought that sweet sound closer and closer. And before he knew it, he was standing before the rich red cloth withg a thin gold trimming. A frightened look on his face he drew the curtain to the side slightly. Shocked he saw a sight he thought he would never see again.

Christines POV

" I am your angel of music. Come to me angel of music..."

Christine gave a sort yelp and replied unsure of what would happen.

" Angel or Phantom Where are you hiding. Come to me strange Angel."

The voice repeated itself...

"I am your Angel of Music... Come to me Angel of Music..."

Christine, partially in a phase started looking around to find where that strange, mysterious voice was coming from. The more it repeated itself the more Christine fell into a trance. Finally walkingtowards one shattered mirror, Christine smiled to herself.