After the young man, named, Will, and I parted I continued to walk back towards my bedroom. In the distance I could hear someone shouting. It was probably a young patron and ballet rat fighting, as usual. When I got closer, I saw a man pounding on Christine Daae's dressing room.
"Monsieur is everything alright," I asked?
"Madamoiselle, I need you to help me. Christine, I was only gone for one minute then the next thing I know was a man singing to her," It was Raoul.
"Raoul," I breathed.
"I'm sorry, but have we met," he asked confused?
"Yes, your father was my uncle's business partner before he died," I said.
"Emily," he asked?
"Yes," I said running up to him to give him a hug.
"I can't believe it's you," he said surprised. He then shook his head and said, "Emily, something happened. A man was in Christine's room. The door it is locked."
"Are you sure," I asked? How could Angel be so careless, not to make sure that no one would hear him?
"Yes, I am positive," he said.
"Well then we will check," I said. I took out a bobby pin from my hair and used it as a pick. I kept wiggling it until I hear a, "click". We open the door to find all the candles out.
"Here, I'll light a candle," Raoul said. Once he lit a candle, he began searching the room for any signs of Christine or Angel. "They must be hiding somewhere in here."
"I don't see anyone Raoul. Maybe she left," I said.
"No, I'm sure she is in here," he said, still searching.
I took Raoul's hand and began to sing:
Raoul, you must have been hearing things, stories like these aren't true.
Raoul you're head is filled with riddles, and this Is not like you.
"Why don't you go get some rest? I will go look for her myself," I said.
"Alright," he grumbled.
Once Raoul left, I headed towards the chapel. I knew I would be able to find Angel there. I sat down on the floor and lit a candle and began to pray. Angel would come soon, I knew he would. As I was praying a gust of wind came, which blew out my candle. Darkness filled the room. I rolled my eyes; did Angel always have to do that?
"My child, still not in bed at this hour," he said?
"I knew you would come," I said standing up. "Now tell me where is Christine?"
"Christine is fine, she is sleeping in my bedroom," he said way too casually.
"What," I exclaimed.
He chuckled, and then said, "There is nothing to fear, nothing happened."
"I hope not," I said.
"Now it is time for you to go to bed," he said sternly.
"Not until you sing for me," I said.
"You're impossible," he said.
"I'm impossible? I thought it was you who was impossible," I said shocked.
He began to sing:
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses.
I didn't see Angel come out of the shadows and take my hand. I didn't dare look at him. I was too nervous.
Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendor.
Grasp it, sense it,
Tremulous and tender.
He turns my face, to face him.
Turn your face away, from the garish light of day!
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light.
And listen to the music of the night.
He then leads me into the shadows, which led into a secret passageway.
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of life you knew before!
Close your eyes, (close my eyes) let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before.
Softly, Deftly,
Music shall caress you.
(He pulls me against his strong, muscular body.)
Hear it,
(He rubs his hands down my body)
Feel it
Secretly posses you.
(We continue to walk down the passageway)
Open up your mind; let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the music of the night.
Let your mind
Start a journey through a strange new world!
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you long to BE!
Only then can you belong (He feels my face) to me…
(He then turns me around and moves his hand down my body once again. God, how he could make my blood race)
Floating, falling
Sweet intoxication
(He puts my hand onto his unmasked side of his face)
Touch me, trust me
Savor each sensation.
(He takes my hand and begins to lead me up some stairs)
Let the dream begin,
Let your (he looks back at me) darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write,
The power of the music of the night!
We continued to walk through the passageways. I felt as if I were in a dream. He was so seductive, I just couldn't resist him. If only he didn't love Christine. We then reached a door, which he opened for me. I walked through to find myself just outside my bedroom door. I turned around to face him, but the door was closed and he was gone. I sighed. I would never forget this night. I went to my bedroom and put on my nightgown. Once I slipped in bed, I laid there wondering what it would be like to spend a night in his strong arms. As I was drifting off into sleep I could have sworn I heard Angel singing:
You and I can make our songs take flight,
Help me make the music of the, night…………………………..