Chapter 2
I returned to him every moment I could spare, without letting the others in on my recent attraction to the opera ghost. He taught me how to control my singing voice, so that I could sing like a lead, not just a chorus girl, as well as how to play on his organ. We spent uncountable hours playing duets, singings, and just talking about the recent gossip of the opera house. It was months after we first met before he touched me again. He had avoided even grazing past my hand as we played his entrancing music.
As I was leaving his home, from another lesson, I slipped on the step that lead to the gondola. My body hit the water, with shattering force. Pain throbbed in my forehead, as my face scrapped against the floor beneath the water. My vision blurred, as the world around me turned red. I grasped for breath, but inhaled only bloody water.
Powerful arms wrapped around my torso, dragging my from my soon to be water grave. The arms held my close to a soft body, as a hand stroked my hair. Looking up through the blurs, I saw his eyes, full of fear, then nothing.
I awoke to the soft light of candles, My body was laying on a silk bed, behind a black curtain. Fear filled me, what happened? Where was I? My thoughts were drowned out by the soft notes of his music. OH, that music! I realized I was with him, my fear fled. As I rose from the soft bed, I noticed I was wearing the wrong clothes. Despite me slight memory lapse, My mind was pretty sure I came down here in a short, light blue costume, but now, a long, black expensive dress clung to my figure. On the vanity next to the bed, the dress I wore down here hung over the edge, the front of it smeared with my blood. The sight was repulsing, I had to turn away. How could I have lost so much blood when I felt better than I have in the longest time?
I looked around the room for a mirror, but there was not one to be found. Stupid girl, My mind thought. He had no mirror in his home, that weren't already shattered. When I exited the bedroom, my eyes found him sitting in his rightful place before his organ. He heard the soft patter of my feet, and looked up at me, a smile crept a crossed his face, as he slide his body over, allowing room for me to sit beside him. I followed his gesture, and watched as his hands flew across the keys. He was completely engrossed in the sound, his head swaying to the rhythm of this mesmerizing song.
I wrapped my arms around his torso, and placed my head on his shoulder. He flinched slightly, as if he didn't know how to react. Slowly he relaxed and absorbed himself back into the music.
I never inquired about how he saved me that night, but was just thankful I had a guardian Angel to protect me. He was always there for me, and he always will be.