Angel of the Night -Phantom of the Opera-

Angel of Music

"Recall those days, look back on all
those times, think of the things,
we'll never do. There will never be
a day when I won't think of you..." You sing. The audience was completely enthralled with your voice. It was pure beauty as it traveled through the crowds and the orchestra.

During this, you see the audience. The men in tailcoats and gloves, the women in dazzling gowns and jewellery. The whole
of the French aristocracy is here in the boxes, the stalls and circles. And they were in love with your voice.

Raoul who sat in a box stared at you, his eyes wide. "Can it be...can it be Y/N..?"

"Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade. They have their seasons. So do we. But please promise me that sometimes you will think..." You closed your eyes and finished strong.

The crowd gasped.

"Of...me..." You smiled as the crowd cheered, standing from there seats whisting and throwing flowers.

Your face flushed with embarrassment. You covered your mouth, the wide smile across your face started to hurt your cheeks but you couldn't stop. It was amazing. This was surreal.

The curtain closed.

Christine and Meg ran towards you, wrapping there arms around you.

"That was amazing!" Christine smiled, kissing you on the cheek, "Father would be proud..." She wiped her wet tears from her cheeks.

You smiled, feeling sorrow grow in your heart. Wishing your father could have seen you tonight as you sang.

***

Later, you were desperate to get away from the clamoring fans and overjoyed managers. It was all flattering and beautiful but you wanted to be alone for the moment.

You sat in the small chapel in the opera house, lighting a candle for your father. Christine had gone off with Raoul, you had seen them together.

"Y/N..." The voice was a whisper. A familiar voice. A dark sensual voice...

You looked around. Was it your angel?

Meg stepped inside the room, she smiled and sat beside you, "Where in the world have you been hiding? Really you were perfect! I only wish I knew your secret! Who is your great tutor?" Her voice was high and enthusiastic with song.

You smiled at her, "Meg..when your mother brought me to live here..." You looked at the candle you had lit, and the flame dancing atop the wax. "A voice from above...and in my dreams...he's always there." You shivered at the thought of your angel. His voice...

Meg cocked her head and listened, her hand stroking down your hair.

"When my father lay dying.." You breathed in, your voice slightly shaking, "He told me I would be protected by an Angel... an Angel of Music..."

Meg furrowed her brows, "Y/N... do you believe? ...Do you think the spirit of your father is coaching you?"

You shake your head, "I don't think it's my father. But I believe it's an angel sent to protect me. To teach me..." You began to sing, "Father once spoke of an angel... I

used to dream he'd appear... Now, as I sing, I can sense him... and I know he's here...Here in this room he calls me

softly... somewhere inside... hiding... Somehow, I know he's always with me...He - the unseen genius..."

Meg stood, taking your hand, "Y/N, you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can't come true... Y/N, you're talking in riddles and it's not like you..." She led you out of the chappel.

You looked around, undeass creeping through you. You could feel someone watching you. Was it your angel?

Meg leads you through a crowd of fans, you smile as flowers are shoved in your face. It was quite overwhelming but you couldn't help but feel proud and happy about it.

Madame Giry helps you into your room which is stock piled with pink and white flowers.

"You did very well my dear." Madame Giry smiles at you, "He is pleased with you."

The phantom...?

She hands you a blood red rose with a black silk ribbon tied around the stem. You picked it up, feeling a shudder run down your back. The thorns were sharp, stabbing into your skin. You were entranced by it, the deep red of the rose and the black of the silk. Hums echoed through your head. You didn't even notice Madame Giry slipping out the door.

There was a light knock as Raoul opened the door. A smile across his handsome face.

"Raoul!" You smile.

He laughs and wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace. You hug him back for a short while then pull away. A warm feeling growing in your chest as you saw him. He had grown up handsome. His light brown-ginger hair was shoulder length and the blues of his eyes glistened.

"Remember those nights we spent as children. Frolicking in the feilds-" he spoke.

"My father playing the violin-" you smiled.

"And the angel of music songs songs in my head." You both sang softly in unison.

You smile, feeling a blush creep across your cheeks. "Father said, "When I'm in heaven,

child, I will send the Angel of Music to you." Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music..."

"No doubt about it!" Raoul smiled, "Now we go to supper!"

"No Raoul!" You laugh, "The Angel of Music is very strict!" You had to listen to him, his words, his songs. His voice crept inside you mind. You longed for the Angel.

Raoul laughed you off, "I shan't keep you late. Let me get my carriage!" He hurried out the door.

"No Raoul!" You sighed as he was too quick.

A few moments later you changed into a white nightgown. It was much too beautiful to be considered a nightgown to others but you were accustomed to wearing it. The loose sleeves and tighter waist were flattering for your form.

You move towards the door, wondering if you should go after Raoul.

But a voice sang out. His voice.

"Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave, young suitor, sharing in my triumph!" The voice echoed through the room. The beautiful, deep, voice.

You were startled and hesitant before you began to sing. Reaching your voice out to him, "Angel! I hear you! speak - I listen... stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me... Enter at last, Master!" You took a step further into the room. Desperate to get a glance.

"Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror." You step towards the mirror in which you could see a figure. "I am there inside!"

The mirror opened.

It was a man. Your angel of music. He wore a black cloak over a neat and fashionable suit. His jet black hair was slicked back. A white mask covered one half of his face.

It was entrancing....he was entrancing...

You gaped as you saw your angel of music. Stoic and mysterious. He reached out a black leather gloved hand to you.

"I am your Angel of Music... Come to me Angel of Music..."

You hesitated, but took his hand. Keeping your eyes locked with his.

You were led down a dark hallway. Your mind racing. He was your angel...the

...Phantom of the Opera