Chapter 23- Océane and the Angel

Isabelle sat on her bed and pulled her stationary kit once more. She licked her pen, and stared at the paper, unsure how to word her questions.

Dear Mother,

How are you… and Adrien? I am well, and Océane as well. Classes are difficult, but I love every moment of it.

Mother, I heard that song that you used to play for me before I became the talented violinist that you are. I recognized it as "The Resurrection of Lazarus." I was just curious, mother, where did you learn that song. Didn't you tell me that the Angel of Music would play it for you after your father died. If that is true, why did you tell me that I could not tell father that I knew of the Angel?

I am sorry for being a annoyance. Hoping you are well. Please tell Adrien that I will see him soon.

Your loving daughter,
Isabelle Chagny

Isabelle called a deliverer and told them where it was to go. She laid on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She hummed quietly to herself. A knock at her door gave her a much wanted occupation for her mind.

She opened the door and was suddenly tackled by Océane's crushing embrace. "I haven't seen you in forever!" Océane yelled, while Isabelle sputtered and coughed.

Isabelle wiggled her way out of Océane's embrace and took a step away from her friend. "Thank you…" She said, rubbing her shoulder, where Océane had held her so hard that it bruised.

"Océane, I'm not…" Isabelle started, but her friend interrupted her quickly.

"So, how was your dinner. What he cute? What he sweet? Did you kiss him?" Océane gave Isabelle a devilish smile.

"Oosh!" Isabelle yelled, giving her friend a strange look. "I don't really want to talk about it…" She said and walked over to her bed to sit on the pillows.

"What's wrong?" Océane asked, taking a few steps toward her friend.

"Its just… my father…" Isabelle said. "I just don't know if I made the right decision leaving him like this."

"Oh, Isabelle…" Océane said, taking a step to her friend and kneeling before her. "You know that your father loves you, no matter what."

"I know…" She said, and finding words less passionate than her feeling she sang her thoughts. "But he always resented the songs in my head… and he always despised all the things that I said…"

She let a tear fall down her cheek and then she looked at her friend stooping before her. "Océane, please leave, I need to be alone." She said.

Océane looked rather insulted for a moment, and then, with a look of defeat, she stood and walked to the door. She only turned to repeat. "Your father loves you, no matter what." Then she turned and left.

Isabelle curled into a ball on her bed and wept. She didn't see or hear the mysterious figure lurking behind her mirror.

The dark figure watched her cry for a moment, and then turned to leave, when from behind him came a beautiful and broken song. One that seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. Isabelle's voice started out small, but grew with each note. "I wish for an angel, a guide, a keeper. I hoped it was here, I'd find him… Angel, please speak, if you can hear me, enter at last, my Angel…"

A smile came over his face. He knew what to do. "Wandering Child, so lost so helpless, yearning for my guidance." He sang.

"Angel, I hear you speak, I listen, stay by my side, guide me…" She sang and breathed in a deep broken breath. "Angel, please help me, guard me, love me. I've searched for you, my dear Angel…"

The words came so easily it was scary, and everything seemed so familiar. "Too long you've wandered in winter, far from my far reaching gaze."

"If only you'd show yourself to me… I'd know who I obey!"

He joined in with her, a bright and demonic smile covering his face. "Angel of music you/I can't deny me/you. You/I watch for my/your true beauty… Angel of music do not (shun me)/(my your/me strange angel…"

Isabelle was now on her feet, and he decided to tease her a little. "I am your Angel of Music… Come to your Angel of Music." He said.

"Who's is that voice? Are you my Angel?" She pleaded.

"I am your Angel of Music…" He taunted. "Come to your Angel of Music…" And with that he was silenced. Isabelle sat, eyes closed, on the floor, in the middle of her dressing room, weeping and pleaded for her Angel to return.