Angel or Phantom? (book 1 of the phangel series)

Chapter 2 - My angel

Erik's POV

I brought her down to my lair. It seemed like within moments she was gone. I knew I wasn't going to see her again. She ran away from me before and it had been 6 months until I saw her again. I knew that this time for sure she wasn't coming back. The love she had for me was out if pity. No one had ever shown me love before. How could Christine be any different? Almost immediately I came up with an answer to my own question.

When I was teaching her she would always ask to see my face. I never wanted to show her in fear of her running away. I thought of pleasant memories of me teaching my Christine while sitting at my organ. I started to play letting my fingers glide across the keys. I didn't know why I was so sad until I remembered that it had been 4 years since she left me with Raoul. It was 4 years today. I yearned to hear her voice. I yearned for her touch. I missed her and I still hope everyday that she will walk through those doors and sing for me again. I missed my angel. When I finished my song I started to play another.

The music was so dark and loud that only I could handle it's powerful sounds. All of the sudden I heard creaking coming from one of the halls. It sounded like a door was opening. It sounded like it was coming from Christine's dressing room. I quickly put on my mask, cape and hat. I rushed down the dark hallways leading to her mirror. When I reached her mirror I was disappointed to see it untouched. I was still hearing creaking noises then I heard footsteps. Who would be disturbing me at this hour? It was about 1:30 am in the first place. Who would come to the opera house this late? Who would come to the opera house at all?

It was almost completely destroyed after the fire. I slowly glided across the hallways of the opera house and slunk in and out of my secret passageways. I heard voices but I couldn't make out who they were coming from. I soon found my self approach box 5. I thought to myself "I haven't been in here in a while." I pushed the curtains back and I was shocked.

After the fire box 5 was still completely intact. It's like the fire destroyed everything except for box 5. Taking a seat in my old box I look at what once was the stage and started to daydream about watching the old plays that were put on that stage. I smiled to myself as I thought about Christine's first performance in Hannibal. Her voice sounded so amazing, so rare I didn't know if I would ever find anyone like her again. I was disrupted out of my thoughts by a loud bang. It was then, at that very moment, I knew that The Phantom of the Opera wasn't alone..........