In the deepest of the night, he finds he cannot sleep. He goes out of his sanctuary to various stores, buying necessities he couldn't collect from her room, to make her more comfortable during her stay. Getting through the doors of shops along the streets of Paris was never his way around. His tunnels lead past the Opera House. In and out of shops, leaving money in drawers, sacks and envelopes behind counters he soon had all he required for his lady with nary a notice from the evening sky.
Gowns in boxes, foods and finery fit for a princess found their way into his home, where his cherished lays unaware of his goings on. Finally, after he could think of no more to get her, he sits at his piano. Playing a sweet melody that soothes his racing heart and calms his excited nerves, he soon forgets himself.
Lost in the music, he plays as the musical genius he is. Notes fly from his fingers, creating magic in the air, twisting sounds into works of art, and his true self emerges. Concentrated. Determined. Plucking away at the chords, revealing the piano to be the only lover he's ever known in his lonely existence. As the last solitary note hangs in the air infinitely after he struck the key, he hears a sob behind him. Spinning in bewilderment as he's forgotten himself, she quickly realizes that she startled him unintentionally.
"I'm sorry. I hadn't meant to break your concentration, Teacher." She walks towards him, tears staining her cheeks as they glisten in the candlelight. "It was just so... beautiful. Breathtaking. You truly are the Angel of Music. I know that now." She stands before him, this dark-haired beauty. He reaches up to wipe a tear and she takes his hand into hers.
She steps even closer to him, almost touching him. His free hand reaches around her waist, bringing her ever closer. She reaches up to him with her own free hand and touches the mask. He freezes, tenses. Fear making his blood run cold, yet he doesn't move.
"Who are you, Dear Tutor?" She whispers. "Whose is this face in this prison?"She misses the pleading look in his eyes, begging her not to do it. She is so entranced by song and enveloped in curiosity that nothing exists to her but that she know who her Angel is.
Gripping the bottom of the mask, she quickly releases its hold upon the trembling man's face, revealing his visage in its entirety. As quickly as she yanked it off of him, she dropped it to the ground in absolute horror. One side of his face was perfect, attractive, and unblemished. The exact opposite was true for the exposed flesh. Scaring covered him from forehead to chin.
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Her Phantom
FanfictionI love the Phantom's story. Always have. And when i saw the movie, I was in tears. I had to go out and read the book that was written wayyyy back in the 1700's that the movie/musical was based on. I fell in love all over again. And then, I thoug...
