A/N Well Even though I have only received two new reviews….. (hint, hint) I'm beginning Chapter Three… well technically Two… but oh well any way here it is!

Chapter Two: Suspicions and the Truth

Angel reached home out breath and frightened nearly out of her wits…. Messieur le Ange, it couldn't be? Could that mysterious man have been the murdering Angel from her mother's past? Angel shook her head to clear her thoughts, it was almost dinner time and she couldn't let her family know about what had happened, not that they would take any notice of her, but most days that worked out for the best. She lingered in the garden letting the flowers and the chilled evening air comfort her.

Eventually dinner time came and Angel had to endure the tedious ritual of the servants nervous glances, her father's hateful glares and her mother's adverted gaze. Angel kept her gaze focused on her plate as she listened to her parents discuss the recent attacks on the local nobility. Three families her parents had known had been robbed and murdered in the night. It frightened Angel immensely. Her parents were among the most affluent families in France and a likely target.

Angel was relieved when the tiresome dinner was over and she was dismissed to her room. Instead of going to her own room though, she went to see Madelyn. She held the little baby in her arms, she was so small and fragile. Madie smiled at her and spoke in her baby gibberish to her. Angel smiled back. Some of the words were recognizable, like her name.

It was a shame that this little girl would be raised without the joy of music in her life. Angel dismissed the servants for a while and decided that her parents would probably be busy downstairs. She knew her mother wouldn't come upstairs, having been warned by doctors to take it easy with this new pregnancy since the last miscarriage. Angel decided to sing to her favorite little sister, right under the Viscount's foppish nose. Angel smiled as she began her song.

"If you gave me just a coin for every time we say goodbye
Well I'd be rich beyond my dreams, I'm sorry for my weary life
I know I'm not perfect but I can smile
And I hope that you see this heart behind my tired eyes
If you tell me that I can't, I will, I will, I'll try all night
And If I say I'm coming home, I'll probably be out all night
I know I can be afraid but I'm alive
And I hope that you trust this heart behind my tired eyes
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly
I know I'm not around each night
And I know I always think I'm right
I can believe that you might look around
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly. "

Just as she ended her song Angel jumped at the noise behind her. She slowly put Madelyn down and slowly turned around, terrified by the look of anger and hate that twisted her father's face. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come out in the face of her father's rage. Her heart hammered in her chest and her breath became rapid and shallow as the memories of the last time she'd been caught singing surfaced in her mind. The Viscount took a step toward her and she backed into the wall.

"I thought I told you never to sing in my house," he hissed through clenched teeth. "It upsets your mother."

His words startled Angel, her mother loved music, she had been an Opera singer.

"That's not true," she whispered. "Maman loves music."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

Angel shook her head, regretting her quick tongue. There had to be a way to get out of this.

"I-I'm sorry Messieur Viscount…. I-I just wanted Madelyn to know what music was, the joy it could bring…." Angel wished her voice would stop quivering.

"You're afraid of me, aren't you Angelique?"

She nodded.

"Good, you should be. This reckless abandonment of the rules is disrespectful, after all I've done for you… taking you in, raising you like you were my own….." Raoul stopped, his face lost all color and Angel started.

"One of your own? But… I am your daughter? Aren't I?" Her voice sounded pathetic, whiney and frightened to her own ears. She fought back the tears that threatened to fall.

The Viscount sighed and shook his head.

"Your mother wanted you to believe that, Christine is your mother, but I am not your father. Madie and the others are your half siblings,"

Angel shook her head, refusing to believe.

"If your not my father….." Angel was afraid to ask the question, afraid she already knew the answer, but she needed to know.

"Your real father is Erik, I don't a lot about him, all I know is that is a murdering monster."

"No! It's not true," Angel screamed, the tears she'd tried to hold back falling freely down her paled cheeks.

"Silence! Your mother will hear you and she doesn't to be upset in her delicate condition! It is true weather you chose to believe it or not is up to you. Your father was a delusional maniac who his deformities behind a mask, the same deformities you inherited! You are the same monster he was! You are not my child and I forbid you to come near my children!"

Angel ran, sobbing, out of the room fleeing to the safety of the room that was hers. She threw herself onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow until she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

It was well past midnight when a commotion outside woke her. She rose and went the window to see what was going on. She saw her fa… Raoul arguing with another man, there were several others on horseback in the yard, and they all had guns.

A/N: Gasp! Cliff Hanger! Muwahahaha! R and R please, I have decided to cycle my writing: a chapter on Fallen Angels, then Angel, then the Rose! Forgive me if it takes a while, but it's difficult to find time to write, with two AP classes and an Honors class. So I ask that you bear with me and please review.

PS: The next Chapter is the one where Angel leaves….

Note: Anything you recognize I don't own Songs that have already been used belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber or Dido, Angel and the other children kind of belong to me, but not really if you think about it because I don't own their parents.