Phantom X Reader ~A Love For Erik~

The Lair

"I am your angel of music...."

His voice... Somehow it seemed to hypnotize me..

"Come to me, Angel of music" He sang smoothly

He held his hand out for me to grab his black gloved hands. And so I did.
He led my into an underground tunnel that was dark until candles were lit. The tunnel seemed as if it was redecorated. Perhaps the masked man made this?

Half an hour passed after walking through the tunnels, I turn my head to find out that I was in what seemed to be a lair. There was an organ... A swan bed that must had cost a fortune, candles and mirrors were everywhere. I have to admit, he did a pretty good job.

"Who are you... " I ask cautiously but searching for answers

I saw him chuckle darkly

"My, and I thought you would be just like her..."

Her? Who was he referring to?

"Monsieur, If you can please just answer my question?" I spoke a bit more demanding

The masked man approached me while grinning mischievously

"Fierce aren't you?" He shook his head

"As you wish." He kept his eyes locked onto mine.  "You shall refer me as The Phantom. That is all I am saying"

The phantom?

"Phantom.. Why have you brought me here?"

He took more steps forward me and soon before I knew it, our faces were inches away. Him, almost pinning me onto the wall but I walked to the side and crossed my arms with an eyebrow raised.

What did he want from me?

And why?

"I have heard you sing. Not only is your voice delighting to hear but I need you to sing for me. To sing for my music.."

I saw him slowly make his way to me again. And once he did, he went behind me and whispered into my ear...

"My music.."

Hearing those words in my ear made me shiver. I wanted to be mad at him for going behind me like that but on the other hand... I didn't mind.

He walked over to his organ and played a familiar melody.

Finally I had realized that the melody he was playing was from a song named "think of me"

I remember going to the opera house, seeing the performance. Christine Daae was the lead in the opera.
Did this "phantom" know Christine? Or was he there watching the opera. And why does he wear a mask?

My thoughts were interrupted by the phantoms soothing voice

"It seems to me that you know the song?" He looked up at me curiously

"Yes, Monsieur"

"Sing for me"

I looked at the keys on the organ as he played the song

"Think of me.."

"Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye"

By the looks of it, The phantom seemed pleased with my singing. Minutes had passed and The phantom stood up with an impressed look on his face

"That was.. Perfect."

"Really?! I thought I would sing terrible!..."

"My dear, you sing like an angel..."

I looked at him. Something was wrong. He looked rather... Upset. Was it me? Did I do something wrong?

"Phantom, is something bothering you?" I ask approaching him

He closed his eyes, sighing

"Nothing. I just had a" He paused as if he was thinking about something

No-

Someone

"A memory" He continued

"Would you like to speak of it?" I  was getting closer to him. As if I were to kiss him.

He got the idea and stepped closer as well

Was I really going to kiss him? Why was I going to kiss him? I can't have feelings for someone I barely know! I especially shouldn't be kissing someone that I barley know too!

Our lips only centimeters away
He stared at my (E/C) eyes then at my lips

"Come. It did getting late.. I suppose you need some sleep."

I almost kissed him

Almost

But he did have a point. I was tired.

He grabbed my hand and guided me to a guest room with fancy antiques in it.
The bed, the room, the furniture..
Everything in that room was like heaven

The phantom left the room signaling. That he'd be back in a few seconds. He returned along with a nightgown for me.

How did he know it would fit?

I gently grabbed the nightgown and smiled at him

"Thank you, phantom."

He smiled back but I could tell he was upset inside.

After he left the room, I closed it and changed into the nightgown. It was the right size! What shocked me is that he guessed it right.

I sighed laying under the bed sheets and after what seemed minutes, I had fallen asleep.

Until I heard a door slam open..