(This is my first Phantom fic! Please review)

Angel of Music

Christine stood in front of the Opera House. It was not as she remembered it years ago, when she first came here. To the first years she had heard him. Her Angel of Music. Would he still be there? she asked herself. There was only one way to find out. Only one way to stop the nightmares. To let the past rest. As it should, she added. Would she still find the way? She opened the old doors, crept inside. Cold. That is what she thought when the draft hit her face.

"Oh, Erik," she said sadly as she made her way to her old dressing room."What has become of your opera?" She silently stalked along the corridor until she reached her room. The door creaked opened. Could she still hear that operatic voice drifting up from below? Or was it her imagination? She walked slowly to her mirror. Pushing the lever in the corner, the mirror swung open. The cooridor was exactly as she remembered it the last time. She entered, and the mirror closed behind her. She felt her way along the wall slowly. It was dark, and she didn't have a torch or a candle to light her way. Erik. I have to know. She thought silently as she crept along. It took forever. It wasn't as she last left it. She finally found the passage that led to his lair.

She stood at the entrance. It was destroyed. Music sheets scattered everywhere. She made her way over to the organ and lovingly stroked the egde, dust comiing off of her finger from lack of use.

"Oh, Erik," as she thought of the sungs he sung to her for years. The tune came to her mind, even though it was years since she heard it. How she couldn't stop thinking of him, of his music.

'Angel of music, guide and guardian, stay by my side, guide me; Angel, my soul was weak forgive me.' "Erik, forgive me, oh forgive me." She sat down, tears springing to her eyes. Her fingers played lightly over the yellowed keys.

"Christine..." it was a whisper, barely heard as she softly played the song in her mind. She froze. Had she expected someone down here? After all this time? She didn't want to look around. She didn't want to be wrong. "Christine!" The call came louder.

"Angel.." she whispered back. She stood from the organ. "My Angel."

Two hands were placed on her shoulders, turning her around. To look at her face.

"Why? Why did you come back?" Erik's voice was quiet.

Christine forgot her shock at seeing him after so long and hugged him, burying her head into his chest. It startled him. He slowly put his arms around her, hugging her deeply.

"Oh, Angel." When he heard her sweet voice, he didn't care for the reason any more. Her whisper was what he needed to hear. He could not forget. .Nor would ever again.

Christine pulled back first. Looking up at the face...the mask..., which was in her dreams constantly. "I came back, Erik."

"I let you go, Christine, I let you go to him. Why are you here?" His voice ws unsure of what he beheld.

Christine entwiined her fingers around his neck,"Because I love you, Erik." She pulled his face down to hers for a deep, lingering kiss. He let himself go, gave himself in. He still loved her, still dreamed about her. About her face. About her voice. The voice that haunted him still. He pulled back. "Where's de Chagny?" He asked looking around as if Raoul would still be here.

"He's not here, Erik." she sighed, "I left him. I was haunted, haunted by your face in my dreams. It was not him who I dreamed of when I fell asleep at night." She pulled him towards her again. "That voice. I want to hear it again. Oh, how I longed to be back here, back in the Opera. Raoul wouldn't let me leave. Not after what happened that night. Please, sing for me, as you once did, Angel of Music." She pulled him towards the organ bench. He sat down, fingers flying over the once familiar keys, playing the captivating duet of so long ago. Thier voices lifted up in song, her voice still strong, unwavering; his deep operatic voice.

'In all your fantasies, you always knew, that man and mystery, were both in you. And in this labrninth, where night is blind, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my/your mind!'

She had returned to him, her angel of music. The man she truly loved and always will, will always stay with him,no matter what.