The Phantom's Point of View
My name is Erik, but most people call me the Phantom of the Opera, and one person even called me her 'Angel of Music'. But I am no Angel. I have killed countless lives, but only two were for her. And who is she you might ask? The true Angel of Music, my Angel, Christine Daae. She came to my Opera when she was 7, and I was the one to discover her voice, her magnificent voice. I taught her, I gave her my music, my very soul, my very being. But she chose him... that fop, that imbecile, that bastard! He took my Angel away, and now I live in darkness. Darkness... There is no point of living now, but I still dwell in the Opera just in case she returns. But perhaps I should have gone all the way through the passage and escape, perhaps I should have left, but I didn't. After the mob got out of my lair, I came out of the passage, and repaired all the damage they done. And I stayed. It's now been a year since that fateful night, and tomorrow is Christmas. Since Christine left, I constantly visited Box 5 to sit and review all the past events that I did. On one particular visit, I heard a voice that I never thought I would here again. Christine, she was singing that song...
Angel of Music,
Guide and Guardian!
Grant to me your glory!
Angel of Music,
Hide no longer,
Come to me strange Angel!
I just sat there, shocked, until I realized that she disappeared. Taking one of the many ways to my lair*, I managed to arrive in time to here another song,
Angel of Music!
I came to you,
Trying to find true beauty!
Angel of Music!
Friend and Phantom,
Come to me strange Angel!
Another big shock, she was begging me to come to her. I stood there, once again in shocked silence, and then I heard her lament,
Angel... oh speak...
what endless longing, echo in this whisper.
Angel of Music,
Please help me...
Come to me my Phantom!
She sounds so... heartbroken. I knew then that no matter what, I will prevent her from sounding that way again. But I was curious as to why she came back...
Wandering Child, so lost, so helpless,
Yearning for my guidance...
Angel of Music!
You came to me, seeking true beauty!
Angel of Music!
You used to shun me,
Why return to your Angel?
And thats when I got the biggest shock of my life. Christine lifted a finger to her hood, she hesitated a moment, as if she was remembering something. And simply, flipped the hood off, revealing red scar that covered half her face. I quickly pulled the lever to open the gate, and went back up to Box 5 to think about what I just saw. Her face... once was beautiful, but now as disfigured- as disfigured as mine. A few minutes later, I went back to my lair to find that Christine was asleep on my bed, softly I sang as I covered her with a spare blanket,
Let me be your shelter,
Let me be your light;
You're safe, no one can find you,
You're fears are far behind you
My name is Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, and now, my Angel of Music has returned to me.
Just wanted to make a little note:
The passage that Erik was referring to was the one from the 'Masqerade' scene, cool huh? Oh, and please review!