Before My Angel Sang(Phantom Of The Opera)

Chapter 9- How Could You?

Before this chapter starts, if you haven't read my previous authors note then you will not be able to understand this chapter so if you haven't read it please go now and read it.

Christine Daae.

"I just don't understand why the phantom would have dropped the chandelier. The managers did what he said, did they not?" I shifted uncomfortably.

"Darling, the phantom is...a mad man. Luckily, the opera house will only be closed for six months since there wasn't too much damage. Besides, it's been a few weeks since it happened. It is not our problem to deal with." Raoul coaxed, rubbing circles into my back. I closed my eyes and smiled. After awhile, I spoke.

"Raoul, love, why did you stop writing to me while you were gone?" I turned to look at him. I watched him frown and try to put his words together.

"Christine, don't you remember? You sent me a letter about how you didn't want to talk anymore. Something about it being too hard for you..." He held my hands and looked seriously into my eyes. Suddenly, I realized what was going on.

"Oh...yes...I understand now. Raoul, I forgot to tell you that I had arranged a stay at Madame Giry's tonight. Meg and I were wanting to talk. I'll see you tomorrow, my love." I kissed his forehead and ran upstairs to pack a small bag. Once I was finished, I walked out to Raoul's stables and took a horse to the opera populaire.

After sneaking past many people, I finally made it to my dressing room. I slipped through the mirror and made my way down to the lair. I rowed the boat across the lake and took a few steps up to the organ. I was surprised to see my angel wasn't there. I stayed silent and decided it best if I sang for him. I knew if I barged in that he wouldn't realize it was me until it was too late.

"Angel of music, guide and guardian..." I sang softly. Instantly, I heard footsteps making their way to me.

"Mon ange? What are you doing here? Oh, it doesn't matter! I am so glad that you came! I want to apologize for the mess I've made." He held my hand and kissed the top of it. I ignored his apology and brought up my vocal lessons.

"I came here for a vocal lesson. If you have time, I'd like one." He nodded and sat down at the organ, moving some papers out of the way.

"I'd love to. I was just working on something," he shrugged. I looked at one of the papers and quickly read a couple words. Don Juan. "Shall we begin, Christine?" He asked, capturing my attention. I nodded and he began to play the tune to a song we used for practice. I sang proudly as he instructed me what I needed to do.

"Don't slouch so much. No primma donna slouches. I think on that we both agree," He sighed. I nodded and fixed my posture, continuing to sing.

"Breathe from your stomach, not your shoulders. That is one of the easiest rules of singing. You could not have simply forgotten it." It always frustrated me when I did something wrong. All I wanted was for my angel to be proud of me. I continued to sing and, of course, he had more to say.

"Mon ange, if I have told you once I have told you time and time again. Do not forget about your head voice. Use it, it's there for a reason." He shook his head slightly. Once I had gotten the song perfectly, I began vocalizing, each note getting higher. Once I had reached the perfect note he clapped for me.

"Amazing as usual! You are truly a beautiful singer my muse. I know I may be quite critical, but when the day is done, you are still, and always will be an amazing woman with a beautiful voice." He complimented me, making me blush.

"Angel, can I ask you something?", I looked at him seriously.

"Of course, my Christine." He nodded.

"Why did you demolish the chandelier? What did they do?" I asked quietly. He stared at me for a minute before turning away. I put my hand over his and he took a deep breath.

"I just worry about you too much. That boy...The Vicomte...I don't think he is good enough for you. You are a beautiful, talented, smart young lady and you deserve so much. I care about you...about your feelings." He said seriously, his eyes seeming to read my soul like a book. I would not let him have this power over me, after what he did, he didn't deserve this power or my love.

"If you cared about my feelings, why did you send a letter to Raoul?" I questioned, angry tears spilling down my face. Once again, the man was quiet.

"How could you?" I whimpered. He turned and tried to hold me but I stepped back.

"Don't touch me," I cried. "You're no angel! You're just a monster, a monster who doesn't care for anyone's happiness but their own." He shook his head and tried to get closer, but I ran to the boat. He tried to stop me, but I was far too fast for him.

"Angel, please! Let me explain!" he begged. I wiped away the tears that I had shed for him and tried to be brave. That is what my father had always told me to do. Once I got back to my dressing room, I snuck back out of my former home.

I walked back to Raoul's home and opened the door quietly. The second I closed the door, Raoul spoke.

"Christine? My God it's so late! I thought you were staying at Meg's tonight?" He questioned. I froze, trying to come up with some sort of logical answer.

"I was going to, darling, but I have a terrible headache and I couldn't rest there. I missed you," I lied. He chuckled and got up. He slowly wrapped his arms around me and I placed my head onto his shoulder. He kissed my head and I never wanted to move. I looked down at my beautiful engagement ring and smiled sadly.

"Can we go to bed? I am extremely exhausted." I confessed. He nodded and swooped me up like my angel did when he sang to me. I silently cursed myself for thinking about the monster of a man. I told myself I would never feel any love for him again.

The problem about that was that I didn't know what the future held.