'Of Love...daroga...I am dying of love...That is how it is...I loved her so!...And I love her still...daroga...and I am dying of love for her, I...tell you! ...If you knew how beautiful she was...when she let me kiss her...alive...It was the first...time,daroga,the first...time I ever kissed a woman...Yes, alive...I kissed her alive...and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead!...'
Were the words that rung through Eri-I mean to say the Phantom's mind as he was slumped in his throne like chair staring at the cold water drops dripping into the puddle growing beneathe him. Those words he spoke to Daroga all those years ago, Christine's ring clutched in his right hand as he remembered the false corpse he had put in place of him. He couldn't die, he was immortal with his condemned soul, yes he was a angel from Hell; that he knew deep inside his aching heart.
His glance slowly switched to the faint sound he heard above his head, drunks singing, ballet girls gossiping, and the movement of scenery for the production play of Faust tonight. He closed his eyes in a heavy sigh as he remembered those sweet months with his beloved Christine Daae before she left him for Raoul De Chagny. His ears listened to the movement of the opera house, the rats squeaking on the floor and a young woman singing? His eyes shot open as he tilted his head upward hearing a sweet yet strong voice; only one other time did he ever hear a woman sing like this. His heart raced faster as he got up from his chair and ran to one of his many tunnels and trapdoors, rats squeaked clearing the way for him.
"It can't be...My sweet Christine! You've returned to me!" He thought as a small smile crept across his face, sadly to say once he arrived where he could not be seen there wasn't Christine but a young woman. His smile quickly faded, No how stupid of me to think..that she could return to me...his thoughts read. Although disappointed he listened to the woman sing, something inside him stirred...something he hadn't felt in ages...He could be her Angel of Music, He could be her great teacher! As the singing came to a stop some ballet girls giggling ran up to her chattering all at once so they sounded like a band of hyper chipmunks to Erik. He gently rolled his eyes, he never could stand them in any account never the less he listened to them. "Oh Bella! Bravo! You are zi most brilliant opera singer in all France!" One of them exclaimed as the woman, Bella, Thanked her polietly. Erik stepped back into the darkness once more with a even bigger smile now on his face as he clasped his hands together, walking back to his domain."My Little Bella, I fear you are in need of a proper teacher.."

End of Chapter One