An Angels Opera

17

Erik

I took my angel back to the Opera house where she belonged. When she saw the Populaire, her eyes lit up.

"Erik! We're here!"

She squeezed my arm, and stared out the carriage window.

"Yes, mon ange, we're here."

She sighed contently, and placed her head on my shoulder. "I missed it so much! And, hopefully, you will be giving me lessons?"

She gave me an expectant look, and I grinned. "Only the best for my angel." She laughed,"You are the real angel."

She kissed me, and joy filled me. My life was finally perfect.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Christine hopped out, dragging me along with her. "Oh, I've missed this so much!" She said, embracing me.

I chuckled, "Sadly, I can't go in through the main entrance. " She looked up, confused. "Why not?"

"I'm the Opera ghost, Mon amour, I can't be seen."

She thought for a moment, before replying, "I suppose I'll just have to join you!"

"And why would you want to join me?"

"Because, you're my angel, and I can't bear to go anywhere without you."

"You've done it many times before."

She smiled sweetly, "Now that I know that I can stay with you, it's my favorite thing to do!"

"You poor thing, I'm no angel."

She looked at me curiously, "Why is that?"

I suppose I could tell her now. Better to ruin it before she was in too deep.

"I am horribly deformed."

"Show me."

I pulled away, horrified. "I could never do that to you!" She rolled her eyes, "I will never stop loving you." I shrank down in defeat.

She looked surprised, "You don't have to show me, if you don't want to."

I sighed, she deserved whatever she wanted, and if she wanted to see my face, then I must show it to her.

I slowly untied the wire, and removed the cold porcelain. I braced myself for the worst, but when I didn't hear her scream, I opened my eyes. She was just looking at me, her face blank except for a shadow of surprise.

"Christine?"

She gazed into my eyes, and did something that completely shocked me.

She leaned in and kissed me. Surprise filled me as her lips touched mine. What an angel she must be, to touch this hideous face, much less kiss it! She pulled away, leaving me speechless.

"I love you, my angel." Her words warmed me, and I kisses her again. To people passing by, it must have been a strange sight to see. An angel kissing the devil.

Christine

When he kissed me, a fire burned through me, and he must have felt it too, because his grip tighten, and he swung me into his arms.

"I love you Christine Daaé!"

My heart fluttered, and I smiled joyfully.

"I love you, Erik!"

We smiled at each other, and then Erik lead me to a secret door that I had never seen before. "Where does this lead to?" I asked him. "Well, the main path leads to my lair, but the others branch off to the Prima Donna room, Box five, and the managers office."

I nodded, that made sense. How else would the managers find their letters so quickly?

"I suppose you'll have to drop me off at Box five."

He looked confused, "And why is that?" Oh. He didn't know. "La Carlotta is still the Prima Donna."

He looked horrified, and I patted his arm, resisting the urge to laugh. "NO! My angel will not be replaced by that excuse for an Opera Singer!

A giggle spilled out from my lips, and Erik was surprised. "Erik, I'm fine with being the page boy; it means that I don't have to go to rehearsals that often."

He wore a rather disappointed expression."But Christine, I love watching you rehearse. Plus, you would excel at playing the Countess!"

I arched my eyebrows at him, "The Countess is a stuck-up, over privileged, arrogant woman who cheats on her husband."

Eric looked stuck, and I laughed at his disappointed demeanor. "Don't worry, my love, I shall still excel at playing the silent page boy!"

He chuckled, and led me to Box five. "Christine, I shall visit you after your rehearsal, so be waiting. "

I nodded, and he placed a warm kiss on my lips. "À toute à l'heure, Mon ange." I whispered, then I dashed down the stairs, and to Megs room.

"Meg! Meg! You won't believe wh-"

I stopped dead in my tracks when I opened the door. Meg was lying naked on her bed, shaking, while Raoul was stood up, and buckled his pants.

"R-Raoul?" I managed to choke out his name, and he glanced up casually.

"Hello, Little Lottie." He threw me a wink as he threw on his jacket.

"What have you done?!" I cried out, blocking the door so that he couldn't escape.

"Isn't it clear? I just did what you, and that deformed freak have been doing. Phillipe told me everything. I was a fool to trust your friend, Elodie. That her name, correct?"

Meg whimpered, and crawled to the very corner of the room, trembling as she covered herself with a blanket. Her clothes lay torn on the ground, and her skin was marked with cuts.

"You son of a-"

He held up a finger to my mouth, "Now don't say that, Lottie, you're still my fiancé."

I slapped his hand away, and snarled at him, "I am not your fiance you piece of filth!"

He chuckled, touching my cheek, "Yes you are. I need a wife who will boost my name in public, and the rising star, Christine Daaé is perfect for that slot!"

I wrinkled my nose in disgust, and felt hatred boil in my stomach. "What the hell makes you think that I will do that?!"

He smiled softly, slipped the ring I had thrown off back on to my finger. "Because if you don't, I will have your masked lover killed, and that whore Elodie arrested."

He shoved me out of the way, and on the way out, he paused on the way out. "I suppose a Masquerade ball is the perfect place to announce an engagement. " He slapped my bottom, and strolled out the door.