What If He Wasn't Alone? (A Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Angel of Music

(Still don't own the Phantom of the Opera....)

  I don’t remember falling asleep but when I woke up Erik wasn’t there. I finally was able to look around my new home. Candle light provided a dim light so I could see. There had to be a thousand of them everywhere. An organ sat against a wall at the top of some stairs. A red and gold velvet curtain hung on a wall and there was paper everywhere. Picking up a few loose pieces I saw they were mainly music. While I was wandering a particular table caught my eye. Drawings were lying all over; all of them were of the same person. A closer look, and I saw this person was none other than Christine! He loves her I thought though I don’t know why I thought that. Oh Erik, does she love you back?

He still wasn’t back when my curiosity was satisfied so I did something I never dared to do unless I was alone. I sang, straight from my heart.

“Angel of music

Guide and guardian

Grant to me your glory

Angel of music hide no longer

Come to me strange angel!”

Erik’s POV

I was walking back and stopped short when I heard a voice, the voice of an angel. It’s not Christine. I thought. This voice is better! Cautiously I peered around the corner and gasped when I saw that the voice belonged to Isa.

“Angel of music hide no longer

Come to me strange angel!”

I tried to ignore the strong urge to sing with her or at least applaud. “That sounded horrible!” I was shocked to hear her yell at herself. “You’ll never be as good as Christine! You’ll never be good enough to sing in the opera!”

That was when I made my entrance. She fell silent as soon as she heard my soft footsteps. When she saw me she smiled much to my surprise. She actually looked happy to see me. She kept smiling at me until I smiled back, then she was satisfied. We stood there in silence, say something! My thoughts whispered complement her singing.

I wasn’t supposed to hear her I thought she might be angry that I listened… wait, why do I care?! I shook my head a bit to clear my thoughts. When I turned back to her she was seated at my organ. I watched as she softly ran her fingers over the keys.

“Do you play?” I asked.

“Not well,” she smiled a bit. “I’m not very musically talented.”

Liar… I thought smiling in spite of myself.

“Will you play something for me?” Isa asked. I was taken a back by her question. She actually wanted to hear me play? I blinked and stared at her blankly.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She said quickly though she sounded disappointed. She got off the bench and stood, waiting for my answer.

“I will.” I said walking over to take a seat. I spread my fingers out on the smooth keys and after a moment’s thought I began to play.

Isa’s POV

I gasped when Erik began to play. The music was soft and sad, a haunted melody. It sounded sad, so sad I wanted to cry. Is he thinking about Christine? I thought.  Is this how he’s feeling? I’m sorry for whatever made you this sad Erik. I focused my attention on how Erik’s fingers flowed across the keys with such grace. His eyes were closed and his face looked peaceful. Without thinking I went and sat on the bench next to him. He tensed when he realized how close I was to him but he didn’t say a word until the song came to an end.

“What are you doing?” he asked, opening his eyes.

“Sitting,” I said “I’m tired.”

He laughed a bit then said “Well then go to sleep.”

“Where?” I asked glancing around the room.

“Come” he said leading me down some stairs. He pushed back the red and gold curtain to show me to the Louis-Phillipe room. The room was mostly occupied by a huge swan shaped bed. Deep blue curtains hung from the ceiling and a few candelabras sat on various tables, casting shadows all over the room. I collapsed on the bed and promptly fell asleep.