The Phantom's Rose (Phantom of the opera x Reader)

The Angel of Music

 Altogether I stopped rowing and started to panic. Worried thoughts rushed to my head. If the phantom of the opera really lived here, would his magical Punjab lasso choke me to death? Would he kill me with his sword? Would he burn me with the heat of his eyes?

In my state of panic, I didn't notice the alligators swimming around my floating vessel. I wasn't wrong. One emerged from the water and lunged at me. I picked up the oar from the water and hit the predator. The others attacked. One bit the skirt of my dress, ripping it. I continued to hit the alligators, but they were too strong to take on alone.

The alligator I hit before resurfaced and tipped my boat. I fell in to the infested waters. The animals overtook me, biting and gnawing at my flesh. I tried to scream for help. But I knew no one could hear. I waited for death as darkness surrounded me.

I opened my eyes. There was this throbbing of pain in my head. It was headache. I expected to be dead, not alive. I propped myself up. I was sitting in a swan bed, my limbs bandaged up. There was a moist towel on my head which I removed. I was unable to see the room I was in due to the fact that it was a very dark room.

"Agh!" I winced in pain. I heard someone come in. I couldn't clearly see them. They grabbed the wet towel and placed it back on my head. I gripped the bed sheets. Eventually, my headache soothed down. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Sh," the person whispered. I could tell that my hero was male. His voice was deep and soothing, like the voice of Christine's teacher. "You need rest," he said. "In the morning, you shall be completely fine." I laid back in bed, closing my eyes.

I woke up, feeling better. The pain in my head was no longer there. The bandages that once covered my arms and legs were gone. I once again propped myself up. Knowing I could now walk, I got out of bed. The room I was in was now showered in candlelight. At the room's entrance, there was a black veil. I saw a figure standing behind the thin curtain.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"I'm the Angel of Music," the figure replied. Could it be Christine's teacher?

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I only wish to see you back in your room, safe and sound," he replied. I walked up to the veil separating us.

"I sense a catch," I said. The man sighed.

"Unfortunately, I do not want you to see my face. So I must ask that you keep your eyes closed." I bit my lip.

"If it means you will not murder me," I said.

"I promise no harm will come to you." I closed my eyes.

"My eyes are closed," I said. I felt a pair of big, strong arms pick me up like a bride. I struggled to keep my eyes shut tight. I desired to know what the Angel looked like.

I was placed down in what felt like a boat. Water sloshed back and forth as we traveled. This time there were no alligators. Soon enough, we were back at the dock. I was picked up again. I heard a horse snort as the man carried me. The stallion must've waited for my return.

"Here we are," my hero said, laying me down on my familiar bed. I smiled.

"I thank you kind sir," I said, opening my eyes. As my room appeared before my eyes, the man had vanished, leaving me confused.

The next day I woke up and dressed in a pink gown. I knocked on Christine's door. This time, I kept my distance.

"Hello Y/n," she said.

"Good morning Christine," I said. "I need to borrow your hair brush if that's okay." She nodded and disappeared into her room. She returned shortly with a brush. I thanked her and left. The reason I required her hair brush was because our prima Donna, Carlotta, let he dog run loose around the opera house. The white puppy managed to enter my room and tear everything apart, including my hair brush. I brushed my hair and tied it with a velvet ribbon. I walked out in laced up boots. Everyone on stage was preparing for the production of Hannibal. All the ballerinas and actors wore their costumes I helped design. I smiled as the girls chatted about their costumes. I helped move props around the stage. Most of the male stagehands said that this was no job for a woman, but I proved them wrong.

Carlotta had begun her terrible screeching and strutting. It was only ten in the morning and my day was already bad. Madame Giry banged her staff, angry that the dancers could not get the round de jambes right. Joseph Buqet was already scaring off stray dancers who stayed in the back, away from Giry's rage. I sighed, pushing a crate off the stage. Hepatic mornings were always this chaotic. I ran off to a secret room I used to use when playing hide and seek. The stagehands converted this room into their rum storage. The stress was too much to handle. No one really noticed that I went missing. I began to sob for no reason. Sometimes you have to let it out.

In my time alone, from above me in the rafters, a voice began to sing. I wiped the tears off my face. The voice belonged to the angel. I took the stairs up to the catwalk. The singing led me to a caped figuring, who went silent immediately and began to untie the ropes that held a backdrop in place.

"Hey! Don't mess with that!" I exclaimed. Of course the man didn't listen to me. I ran up to him, but in my rush, I tripped over my untied shoelace. I fell over the catwalk. My life is ending, I thought.

The pain that should've followed never came. I felt a strong grip around my wrist. I looked up and saw face to face with a porcelain mask. The man, with all his strength, lifted me back onto the catwalk. "Thank you," I breathlessly said. The masked man did not reply. Instead, he took an envelope out of his inner pocket and handed it to me.

"Give this to Madame Giry," he said. "And please, don't go falling off catwalks."

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