Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything with the Phantom of the Opera
Author's notes: Hope you enjoyed the last chapter! I know it was very short, but I promise the rest of the story will be better and have much longer chapters.
The sun had just begun to rise over the horizon of the Paris Opera Populaire. Inside, there was a peaceful silence, for most of the tired performers and staff were deep inside nightime's slumber. They had no worries, no problems in their innocent dreams… Everyone seemed happy. except one person.
For nobody saw a lonely, sad little girl crying in her bed from another upsetting dream she had. Not long ago was it that she lost her best friend in the whole world, her father. Now, she felt she had nobody in her innocent heart to look up too. She felt alone, for who would be as truly caring and sweet as her dearest father. She thought back to her last moments with her father….
The older Gustave Daee' lay in his bed, awaiting his endless sleep to come to him. He would miss his daughter, his dearest Christine, so much, and bitterly hated to leave her with nobody to care for her in the world. The frail, thin nurse walked into his dreary room with some more wet cloths for his head. "Nurse, could you please fetch Madame Giry for me?" he asked her. The nurse efficiently nodded and Madame Giry quickly came into the room.
" Antoinette, could you do me a huge favor? Please, could you keep my daughter company, in her loneliness? Help her continue to thrive, oh what a talent she could become from her voice! If it would be fine with you?" he told her. "Oh of course, Gustave! I will care for her like another daughter, and love her, and make sure she continues her music, at the Paris Opera!" the Madame replied. The gray, curly haired man began to feel very calm, and kindly asked for the dearest Madame to bring Christine into the room.
The gorgeous, chestnut brown, curly haired girl nervously stepped into the room. "Come to me, child" he whispered eerily. Tears slowly began to roll down the girl's pale face. Gustave weakly took her hands and told her his final words. "Christine, do you remember the tale I told you of the Angel of Music?" She nodded. "You must always believe child! For I will send him to you! The Angel of Music will come to you, and you will triumph for the whole world with you voice!" Gustave softly said to the girl. He began to feel very sleepy. "Remember I love you………"
Christine now started to sob. She buried her teary face into the bed sheets, and talked to herself through her sobs. "I love you too, Papa!… I love you too!"
Meanwhile, a little dog, heard the girl's crying. He quickly skipped into the chorus girls' dormitory and jumped onto the young Christine's bed. To comfort her, he licked her salty face. Suddenly, the gentle licks began to tickle Christine, and she gave out a hearty laugh.
Who was this adorable dog?
The dog was small, and had long, shaggy hair. He was mostly black, except for a small white marking on one side of his face. It looked like a little mask. She giggled with joy. What compassionate, blue eyes!
"Well, well, little pup, I think I have a new pal now!" she told him with a smile. He sat onto Christine's lap, and she began to carefully stroke him with her hands. Then, she picked him up. " I must show you to Meg! She placed the dog on the floor, and approached her friend's bed. She wasn't there.
"She's not there? She must have awoken and gone to the dressing rooms." She told the little dog. She hopped out of the dormitory, and into the slender, long hallway. The small dog followed her out and through the endless hallway.
The halls seemed to go on for miles and miles, and finally the two companions arrived on the dim stage. Suddenly, a gruff, plump stagehand (no other than Joseph Buquet) loomed out from a corner, and came up to Christine, stenching of alcohol. The little girl froze in her tracks, very frightened by him.
Buquet staggered into the red, velvety stage curtain and tangled himself in the curtains. He got up from the floor, and maniacally gave a drunken laugh. "Come over here lil' girl" he blurted out. Christine shook, not moving at all, eyes wide with terror. "I SAID COME HERE!" he screamed again. The two were only a few feet away. Buquet stomped over to her, and was about to grab her wrist, when suddenly the dog growled at Buquet. "Aw, it's a lil' pup! What you gonna do lil' pup?" Buquet grabbed Christine's wrist, and she gave out a frightened cry. Suddenly, an unbelievable pain shot into Buquet's large bottom, as many sharp teeth dug angrily into his skin. Buquet yelped out in extreme pain, released Christine's wrist, and slowly back away from both of them.
"Er, won't bother yer two again… good day" he mumbled frantically and ran away.
"You saved me!" Christine exclaimed happily as she gave the little dog a wet kiss on his head. He barked cheerily, and they continued to search for the young Meg Giry. Finally, they found her in a eggshell painted, plain hallway off the stage's west end.
"Oh Meg! Look at this dog that came up to me! He's so friendly, and he just saved from that awful Joseph Buquet!" Christine said happily. The petite, blond-haired, and fair skinned friend smiled at the sight of the adorable puppy. Christine held up the little dog to Meg, and the dog licked Meg's face.
Through the girls' laughs, Meg asked Christine, "Christine, what's dog's name?" "I don't know,I haven't given him one yet" Christine. The girls thought carefully for a few moments, when finally Christine came up with an idea. "Let's name him Angel!"
An angel this dog was indeed.
Night arrived shortly, and the puppy scurried off from Christine and Meg. Oh, what a lovely day they had indeed playing with the dog. Christine prayed he would return tomorrow, for she had finally found a great companion. It was as if this dog could understand all of her emotions…….
The dog ran into the damp and dark secret passages of the Paris Opera. Very few knew that beneath the Opera, was a lake and a lair and a man with a mask. The dog transformed into this masked man every night, who was none less than Erik. Erik collapsed onto his organ bench and though back into his day. He had met a sweet yet sad young girl who missed her father. He could see clearly she needed a friend. He enjoyed her melodious laugh.
Actually, he would like to have a friend too.