I'd like to thank the people who have been reading this fan fiction. I hope you continue reading my fan fiction because I have had so much fun writing this story even though I am still quite new to writing fan fiction. Feel free to leave a review and tell me what you think about my story thus far. Now on to the fourth chapter of my fan fiction: Christine Falls In Love With Erik.
Christine had been staring at the ceiling of her roof for quite a while now; for half an hour to be exact. She was still thinking about how the audience had adored her and wondered how she managed to sing that well for her first time singing an opera. Did the Angel of Music enjoy her performance as well? Christine hoped that he did, after all, she was taught by him and wanted so much to please him.
Over the past week, Christine had been feeling stronger feelings toward her Angel of Music; the same kind of feeling the mysterious man in her dreams had brought on. The only difference was the Angel was real; he visited her almost every night and the man in her dream was most likely a figment of her imagination. Why, then, did she feel there was a connection between the man in her dream and the Angel of Music? Christine knew then that she was going to tell the Angel of Music about her dream; maybe he could decipher the dream better than she could?
Christine sat up on her bed; she knew the Angel would be here soon to talk with her and congratulate her on her performance. Christine knew in her heart that the Angel of Music had indeed attended the performance because he would never back out of a promise he had made to her. Christine tried to imagine what would have been going through the Angel's mind as he watched her performance, but she had no idea what was going through his mind.
"Brava, Madam," Christine heard the Angel of Music sing softly. He then spoke softly, "the audience was pleased as was I."
"Thank you Angel of Music," Christine said softly, "I knew you would come and see my performance. Angel, I have been having this dream and I'd like to share it with you if you don't mind me taking some of your time."
"I don't mind," answered the Angel, "I'd love to hear about your dream."
"Well…" said Christine softly, "in my dream, there was this mysterious man who hid in the shadows. I never got to see his face. I have been having this dream over and over since I have arrived at this opera house and you came…" She paused for a few seconds.
"Go on," said the Angel of Music. "What happened next?"
"He started to sing to me," Christine said. "It took me a long time to realize that he had your voice. His voice mesmerized me and I felt like his voice was drawing me toward him… But I always woke up before I would reach him… I hope you are not mad at me Angel."
"Sweet child," said the Angel of Music softly, "I am not mad at you. I have been keeping a secret from you too, and I hope you will not be mad at me."
"Angel, I could not be mad at you," Christine said, "You have done nothing to anger me in any way."
"My Child," said the angel of music, "look in the mirror… Your face is not the only face in it."
Christine looked in the mirror and saw a face of a man with a mask over the right side of his face. He was a mysterious looking man, kind of like the man in her dreams. She gasped and spun around toward the man and said in a loud, almost panicky voice, "Angel! Please keep me safe and don't let this person harm me!"
"Christine," said the mysterious man in the mask, "I am the one who you called the Angel of Music. Now you can see I'm not a spirit, but a living breathing man who hides in the darkness." He outstretched his hands, "Christine, will you come to me. I will show you where I live, and I promise I will not harm you. I have not harmed you when you thought my voice was the Angel of Music, and I will not harm you now."
Christine couldn't resist the mysterious man's voice; it was the same voice as the Angel's and in the dream. She walked slowly over to him, and finally took his hand. Christine asked, "So, the Angel of Music is not real?"
The man replied, "That voice you had heard belongs to me, you just thought it was an Angel of Music's voice. I played along with that because I didn't want to hurt your feelings or scare you at the time. Please forgive me Christine."
"I forgive you," she said, "but who are you really?"
"Some people call me the Phantom of the Opera, but my real name is Erik. I'd prefer it if you called me Erik."
"Phantom of the Opera," Christine wondered aloud.
"People call me that because they hear me but hardly see me. I must tell you that it was I who made the curtain fall on Carlotta," said Erik. "I hope I didn't hurt her, but I wanted her to know that she was wearing out her welcome. She was never nice to anyone… She is too much of a diva for her own good."
Christine giggled, she knew exactly what Erik had meant when he had said Carlotta was too much of a diva for her own good.
"My Dear," said Erik, "may we go now so I can show you where I live? It may not be the best place to live, but I have tried to make it feel like home as much as possible."
Christine nodded. She was not afraid to let Erik show her his home; she trusted him for some reason.