Trixie's point of view🌹
Gustave ran away from me.
I understood why, I had heard that he was scared of Meg.
I turned back to Erik.
"I'm sorry... I didn't know..." I whispered.
He looked up at me, tears in his eyes.
"Its... Its fine..." He managed
"I'm sorry about Antoinette... I know what she did for you."
He looked calmed down now.
"No its fine. Its just... Being down here brings back memories. I haven't been here for twelve or so years..." He trailed off.
I remembered that he expressed himself through music.
"I remember there was mist
Swirling mist apon a vast glossy lake
There were candles all around
And in the lake there was a boat
And in the boat there was a man..." I sang, soft.
He looked at me through tears.
"Who was that face in the shadows?
Who is the man in the mask?" I sang, approaching him
I reached out and removed his mask, but His hand covered his face before I could see anything.
"Damn you!
You little prying Pandora!
You little viper!
This is what you wanted to see?!
Curse you!
You little lying Delilah!
You little demon!
Now you can not ever be free!
Damn you...
Curse you..." Sang Erik.
I came back to myself, and I fainted.
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When I came to, Erik was sitting beside me, staring worriedly at me.
"What happened..." I muttered.
"You started singing, then blacked out.. " he said.
He seemed genuinely concerned about me.
"I... I keep having these weird dreams or visions or something. I keep seeing myself as the Chick. I mean, your apparition. I mean Christine Daae." I said, knowing I sounded crazy.
"How else would I have found my way down here? How else would I have known those songs?" I said.
There was shock on his face.
"That was you?!" He marveled.
"Yah..." I stammered out.
He smiled through his tears, which were now fading.
"You sounded like an angel, Mrs. Trixie Giry." He said, softly.
I was in the prima donna room.
"You were very good. He is pleased with you." Said Antoinette, before leaving.
I felt a lapse of time.
"Angel of music
Guide and guardian
Grant me to your glory!
Angel of music
Hide no longer
Enter at last, master!" I sang out.
"I am your angel of music...
Come to me, angel of music!" A strange voice sang.
It sounded like Erik...
"Don't call me that." I hissed.
He seemed confused.
"We all know that Christine was your angel. Not me." I said, in a harsh tone.
He backed up a bit.
"Why would you think that?" He asked me.
"Because I keep seeing you two together. My demons keep torturing me, will this ever end?" I sang the last part, and softly.
Erik's point of view
She seemed tortured.
Anytime I sang anything, she was pulled into a daze, only snapping back to reality when she would fall to the ground.
This was torturing me, seeing her in pain...
Did I... Love her?
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Angel Of Music
Fanfiction**This story starts after love never dies. After Meg shot Christine, she ran off, not knowing her friend died. Erik was left with Gustave, and is now trying to peice together their shattered lives. Raoul's drinking problem landed him in jail, and n...
