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Meg POV

I was so excited when Christine had arrived at the opera house. I really wanted to get to know her and provide her with comfort. Only when she got here did I realize how damaged her soul really was. She was in pieces and it was obvious she felt alone.

At the breakfast this morning she was very quiet and I always tried to pull her in the conversation but she wasn't all there and it reflected in her voice when she did speak. It's like she was in a world of her own, I hoped she wasn't thinking too much about her father's death.

I thought maybe I could relate to her since my father wasn't around but I'm thinking that that won't happen until later when she opens up more. It was great when she shared some stories of her father when she first got here but that didn't last long, and any hope of her being more social was lost when she was blamed for steeling the dress. But I tried not to ever bring that topic up, I didn't wish to cause her anymore embarrassment

However I was thrilled for her when a handsome patron came up and talked to her. I have to admit though I was a little angry when I saw him reach his arm out to her. I had my eye him the whole morning and felt it was rude of her to go with him when I had been talking of him for the whole breakfast and how I longed to get to know him.

I decided to let it go though; she needed some positive attention anyways since her father's death.

But right now at this very moment I had no idea where she was at. She had disappeared again, I figured she was just spending time in her thoughts, mama said that that was a normal thing for someone who has sadness like hers to do but I'm beginning to think that it's become un healthy. She's been gone all day with Raul and now she was gone on her own wondering the halls of the opera.

I looked all over and I couldn't find her. I decided she'd come find me eventually and then I would talk to her about doing something with me tomorrow like going to go get pastries together.

Christine POV

My Angel's voice was captivating and when I had began to sing with him he matched his voice to mine. Oh how he was a genius! He made me, someone so untalented, sound like a Prima Donna!

I had to see him! I had been stayed up all night wondering about his appearance and all day I couldn't pull my thoughts from him. I felt an urge to see his beauty in a mix with his voice.

"Angel, I do not wish to pry but that voice must belong to a beautiful face. Please may I see you when we sing?"

There was a silent pause that lasted briefly before the angel's voice spoke up again.

"My dear child, come closer to the altar and look with loving eyes without judgment."

Before I could process all of what he said I walked slowly to the Alter enchanted with the thought of an angel.

Once I got to the alter the candles in the room where blown out as if by magic and the wall turned. My heart was beating fast and my whole body felt tingly in an excited way.

A small smile without teeth crept across my cheeks as I saw what appeared to be a figure of a man.

The man did not look like what I pictured, instead of glowing auras with gold and white clothes the figure was wearing all black except for a mask. The mask held my attention. It was pure white and I thought for a moment about why an angel would possess such a thing but I didn't question it for long.

The angel who took the form of a man held out his hand that was covered in a leather glove.

I slowly grabbed it, fearing that if I were too fast, my hand would go right through his and he would disappear.

The man started to walk with me closely behind him holding onto his hand. He was taking me to heaven I was sure. And I would get to see Papa!

I noticed we were in some sort of cavern and he was taking me down...heaven was supposed to be up. But I kept going. I felt safe with him and trusted this angel, I would follow him anywhere.

We got to a place that was by a misty lake. He helped me into a boat and then slowly paddled us to the end of the lake.

At the end of the lake there was a door and once we got out of the boat he took me through it. When we entered I noticed the beautiful furniture and angels placed delicately on shelves. The room was dimly lit with many candles. There was music on almost every table and counter. Many instruments lay in random places of the house, some I didn't even know what they were called. This place was alluring; it must be where he was staying while on earth mentoring musicians.

I felt honored to be in his presence, let alone his house! I concluded that this was not a dream when I felt his hand let go of mine leaving my hand cold from his absence.

The angel walked to the end of the room we were in and sat down at a Piano that had skulls, roses, and angels carved softly into it, but you had to look closely to really see skulls apart from the roses and angels since they blended so well.

He let his hands begin to glide smoothly across the keys. The music captured my heart and I found myself slowly walking towards the man like figure in a trance, no it was a dream. Music that pure and raw with emotion could never exist. It was my mind playing a cruel trick on me.

I finally reached his side and the music came to a smooth halt. The man then turned around and made eye contact with me causing my heart to flutter and skip a beat. His eyes were mismatched. The eye that was surrounded by a white mask was a light brown and the other was a pure dark blue.

I held his gaze for what felt like a long time. I couldn't pull away. Something about his eyes told a story, and I wasn't sure, but the story seemed to be sad. I had to be wrong though, he was an angel that came from heaven, and he could only know happiness. Perhaps he was missing his home in heaven. The moment broke when he finally spoke up.

"Christine, you have not eaten dinner. In fact I believe the last time you ate was breakfast, you must be hungry." My stomach growled at the thought and hoped he didn't hear. I had forgotten all about eating with such thoughts of this angel in my head all day.

"How did you know that was the last time I had eaten?"

"I am your guardian angel as well as your angel of music. It's my job to watch over you and protect you." My cheeks where turning red and I hoped the dumb candle light didn't show it. He was my guardian angel too! I don't deserve such a privilege.

"Come Christine and sit down while I go get you something to eat." He stood up from his piano bench as he said that and gestured towards a table with two chairs and I sat down.

My Angel went into a different room and later came back with a small bowl of soup that smelled just as good as his voice. He put it down in front of me and placed a red rose with a black satin ribbon tied around the stem down next to my spoon.

I met his gaze again as I spoke up.

"Angel I do not wish to be a burden."

"Ah, but you are not even close to one my child. Please, eat."

My eyes stayed stuck on him as he sat down in the chair on the other side of the table and leaned back in it while watching me.

"Aren't you going to eat with me Angel?" I felt so rude for eating in front of him.

"My dear, where I come from we no longer need to eat."

The room was then silent as I finished every drop of that magnificent soup. I was becoming sleepy but I hoped he wouldn't notice. I tried to remain alert and aware but I could feel my eyes drooping.

"It is late. You need to sleep. Come; let me show you to your room." My room!? I never had my own room!

Erik POV

Never in my whole life has my heart ever beat so fast with fear before. Not even when I was faced with the Shah of Persia or whipped by gypsies in front of taunting, screaming crowds.

I had no idea why I had granted her wish to see me. There was just something about this girl I couldn't grasp that made me want to fall to her every need and even touch the moon for her. She was just different.

When I opened the wall of the chapel for her to see me, her eyes were glued on my mask. Oh God she was just like everyone else. She would scream any moment now and run away...but she never did, instead she grabbed my hand when I held it out to her.

Her touch was light and delicate, so weightless it's like I was holding feathers.

I walked her down to my underground lair and the whole trip my senses where finely tuned to her presence, aware of every move she made behind me. When we entered my living room she looked as if he couldn't believe her eyes. I didn't understand why, it was far from heaven.

After I finished playing I realized she was probably hungry. I didn't need to eat, being that I was used to going without food for long periods of time. I had her sit at a table for two as I went into my kitchen (clean from never being used but on occasion).

I always kept two chairs at the table, not in hope for company but to remind myself how lonely I truly was. Today was quite the occasion though. I had the most perfect angel-like girl sitting at my table and breathing in my house. It felt so right that it haunted me.

I put a red rose next to her food so she would have something beautiful to watch as she ate instead if me, a hideous beast.

"Aren't you going to eat with me Angel?"

Her genuine smile and sweet question melted my heart. She was actually concerned about me eating with her. I felt like the true monster I was for conning back with a lie to her, but I couldn't let her know my mask was a barrier in more ways than one - like eating.

"My dear, where I come from we no longer need to eat." Her smile faded only a little and she finished her soup that I had brought her. She looked like she enjoyed it. But I began to notice her shoulders slip and her eyes threaten to fall closed at any seconded. She was tired and looked like she would not make the trip back to the top.

I brought her to my guest bedroom (I kept to once again serve as a reminder of my loneliness) and gave it to her. I liked her presence and wanted to have her down whenever she wanted. The room was now hers.

Her eyes showed bright when she walked in the room.

"Oh, Angel! How kind! The bed is huge and this room is so beautiful!"

She quickly pulled me in to an embrace that shocked me. I felt my heart stop. I had never been held in such a way. It felt nice but it was scary. I slowly and gently pulled her off of my torso and with my hand on the top of her back, I guided her to the side of her bed.

"Goodnight my child. If you need anything I shall be in the living room. Now try to get some rest, I will wake you up early tomorrow to return you to the top. We don't want you missed by anyone." She nodded her head as I walked out the door.

After an hour passed I assumed she was asleep. So I silently crept in her room and took a seat in the chair next to her bed. I watched her sleep in fear she would disappear if I left. I had to be there to protect her from even any bad dream that would threaten her.

I watched her chest slowly rise and fall under the covers and looked at the curve of her pale arm that was exposed outside of the blankets on top. Her hair was lying smoothly across the pillow and she was obviously the angel in the house.

Not me.

So I hope that I'm not moving too fast between Erik and Christine, I'm just excited :)

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