My Angel Of Music

Chapter One: A New Opera

I covered my shoulders with my royal blue cloak. Tying it tightly and gently lifting the hood up to conceal my face.

I could hear the light snores of Raoul in the other room. Passed out drunk, yet again.

I found the maid, "Aimee?" I asked quietly, even though Raoul was passed out I wanted to be cautious. This was my only chance.

"Yes Madame?" she answered quietly, the young maid looked to me.

"If Raoul wakes before I've returned tell him I have gone for a walk." I came up with an excuse. I do doubt he'd wake for a while, but you could never be too careful.

"Yes, of course Madame, I'll inform Monsieur De Changy if he wakes." she nodded.

A smiled grew on my face. "Thank you." I said. I turned and walked out the door into the cold Autumn night.

I took a carriage to the Opera Populaire. Newly Rebuilt, and as beautiful as before. I was arriving late, only a few were just walking in.

And blocked memories gave way as I walked in. Admiring the glittering lights and the beautiful marble bellow my feet, painted with extreme precision.

It was just as I had remembered it. Like I was four years ago, it was now restored to all its former glory.

But had a dark secret still remain underneath its structure.

Now the thought nagged in the back of my mind. Was Erik still here? And if so would he even care if I was here? I tried pushing the thought aside as I made my way to Box Three.

I sat in Box Three and began to wonder, who was the new soprano? She hadn't heard anything, just of the rebuilding and then the first gala night.

I took off my gloves and placed them in my lap. I looked down at the stage as the music and curtains rose.

My smiled brightened seeing a familiar friendly face, Meg. And it seemed she was to be the soprano. Hearing her voice I understood why. She had a very good voice.

And soft, not sharp and unpleasant like Carlotta which I am a little surprised did not return.

As the Opera continued, I lost focus and was no longer listening. I lowered the hood of my cloak, my chocolate curls falling down past my shoulders.

I sunk into the velvet chair and stared over at Box Five. The thought from earlier returned. Only louder, sounding almost desperate.

I needed to see Erik.

I couldn't see him there in Box Five, either he wasn't there, or he was hidden. But wait here's a factor I forgotten. I don't know if he's alive.

The lawman had not caught him, no, he escaped. But with his life? There was really only one way I could truly figure that out.

After the Opera, I pulled, my hood over my head. And left the box.

I passed by the soprano's dressing room, many crowded in this tight space, all hoping to catch a glimpse or if lucky, talk to Meg.

Then I decided just to stop and see Meg. I hadn't seen her in four years. I'd like to see her.

I knocked and heard Meg's quiet voice. "Mother?"

"Meg, it's Christine." I said

She opened her door slightly. "Christine!"

"Can I come in?" I murmured

She opened the door and I walked in.

Meg shut and locked the door and turned around. She hugged me tightly. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too, Meg." I smiled.

She let go of me, stepping back. "Are you here with your husband?"

I shook my head slowly, thinking of my unaware and unconscious husband at home. "No, he didn't want to come."

"Oh, well tell Victome I said hello." she smiled.

"I will." I smiled. She seemed off, actually maybe a little eager. Not really about her performance though. "You sang beautifully." I said.

"Thanks." She said a little absent minded as she sat down.

I weakly smiled "I'm happy I got to see you Meg, but I must be going. Maybe I'll see you next time."

"Goodbye"

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*Raoul's POV*

I woke up with a pounding head. I grumbled to myself, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I stumbled to my feet.

"Aimee." I said. The little maid shuffled in

"Yes Monsieur?"

"Where's my wife?" I asked.

"Madame De Changy went for a walk" she answered.

"Thank you" I muttered and plopped back into the chair. I leaned my head on my hand. I was Starting to fall asleep again when I heard a knock. I groaned and got up. I heard Christine.

"Raoul?" Her voice was low, almost upset sounding.

"I'm awake." I said and she walked in. I weakly smiled but frowned seeing she looked very upset.

"Are you okay dear?" I asked walking over to her.

She nodded weakly, and yawned "I'm just tired." She said "Well you can go to bed." He said

"Raoul, it's midnight, aren't you coming to bed?" She asked

"Yes in a moment."

"Okay" she murmured and walked off.

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