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A/N: My friends,I have written the longest chapter so far. BEHOLD THE GLORY THAT IS CHAPTER 7! So read, enjoy, hate, dispise,cry, or curse, it doesn't matter to me. But make sure if your doing these things out loud, do them in the privacy of your own home. You would look a bit awkward curseing at me in the middle of a cafe. Just a heads up .

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" I suppose so..."

I timidly walked over to his side, and he looked at me. " Stand over there please, so I may see you" He pointed a thin finger to the space between the organ and a golden candelabrum, wax dripping from it's dying candles. He nodded, playing softly, as I counted the beats until Aida's part in the final act of the opera. I had never sung for anyone but my father before I sang for Erik. He had this mysterious power over me. I didn't protest when he graciously asked me to sing Aida. Normally, I would have. But then again normalcy isn't what you expect when your four levels under the earth with a masked Angel, now is it?

I watched the candlelight dance upon his masked face. Oh, how beautiful he was, swaying to the magic he created in the air around us. I swayed too, letting images of my wildest dreams fill me with a serene feeling. Then, without the hesitation of my normal mousy demeanor, I sang like a goddess. I was his Goddess, and I sang for only him.

"My heart foreseeing your condemnation, into this tomb I made my way by stealth, and here, far from every human gaze, in your arms I wish to die."

I waited for Radames' response, but it did not come. In fact after my last note, he stopped, looking at me strangely. Not in a frightening way. No, not at all. But a puzzled wonder. He blinked his liquid gold eyes. " My dear, your voice is ... exquisite." He whispered. My porcelain cheeks turned a bright rouge, and I bowed my head in appreciation. He stood up, making a small gesture for me to come closer.

Standing in front of his mighty figure, the crown of my head only came up to his shoulder blades. I felt even more like a child. And still, at the same time a grown woman, being courted by a refined gentleman. He brushed the air around my cheek, as though he was afraid to touch me. He was a fearsome figure, throwing sandbags at Carlotta and writing threatening notes in blood red ink to the managers ( I found this out later from Raoul), and yet, here he was, too timid to let his thin gloved fingers brush against me.

" Angel" I asked, admiring the golden threads of his tie glisten in the dim lights. He chuckled slightly "Angel? That's a name I've never been called before." he paused, and I supposed he smiled " Yes, my child, what would you like?" I brushed a stray curl from my face. " Would you sing for me?" He cocked his head to the side slightly, and then nodded " I'm honored mademoiselle." He sat down at the organ and played something completely new. A strange kind of music. Beautiful. Sad. Filled with a longing like no other.

" Dear maiden of my dreams what is it you seek? Do you long for a soul who can stop your tears? Dry your eyes fair maiden, look into the sky, search eternally for that soul, though it might never come and grant you true happiness"

His Italian was flawless, and I was weeping before he ended his aria. I tell you now, I swear the voice of God drifted though the air that night. I steadied my body on the organ. He sprang up just as I couldn't hold myself up any longer. Picking my up like a bundle of fabrics he placed me on the bench, kneeling on the floor before me" My dear girl, why in the world are you crying?" I wiped my eyes, and looked at him. Though he flinched, I took his face into my hands. " You are the Angel of Music." I sniffled. He sighed.

" Child, I am just a man with a curse"

" Your voice is not a curse. It is a wonderful gift. From God"

" God doesn't exist. And if he did , he wouldn't waste his time with me"

I looked at him in shock. " Angel" I said in mild exclamation. " Why do you say such things?"

" Because, If God did care, he wouldn't have curse me with this!" he freed himself from my tender grasp and made a wretched gestured toward his face. I looked at him, perplexed." You should go." He stated " I'll take you back to the surface." He stood up, and I grabbed his coat tails.

" What do you mean. What about your face, Angel?"

" I am a Monster of the flesh" He stated, walking away without a glance back at me. He grabbed his coat and hat and leapt into the boat. " Come, I will take you back."

The boat ride was silent, and so was the journey to the ground floor of the opera. When he lead me to the mirror, I stopped right before the two way glass. " Please" I whimpered desperately, " Please say that I can see you again."

His brow furrowed and his eyes looked at me with a longing and a sadness. " I don't think it is possible. You and I come from different worlds. I fear you are in grave danger if you come to see me after today." I placed my hands on his shoulders, reassuring him with a determined smile.

" That's a chance I'm willing to take." Why was I saying this? I knew why. But, why I said it was a mystery, even to me. He turned away for a moment, his hands working feverishly at his face. When he turned back, his eyes were a bit bloodshot. " You truly wish to see me again, my dear?" I nodded, my youthful innocence quite evident, I'm sure.

He returned to his always reposed demeanor. "Very well. We shall meet so time in the near future. Until then, I will keep in touch." He brushed another one of my unruly curls away from my face, opened the mirror and watched me leave his side. I smiled to myself and when I turned back to get one last glance of my Angel, he was gone.

He kept true to his word. Sometime later, we did meet again.

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