Phantom of the Opera Imagines

Midnight Meets

I ran down through the dark halls of the Opera Populaire. He told me to meet him on the rooftop at midnight. Up the stairs, I went. I pushed the door open and stepped into the cold, snowy night. I saw no footsteps in the snow, so I expected that I was early.

A figure moved behind a statue and I turned to see what it was. In the shadows, honey brown eyes glowed. "Is it you, mon ange?" I asked the figure. The creature immerged from the shadows and a cloaked, masked man stood in front of me."It's me" I smiled at his word. "Why have you brought me here?" I ask as he looks down at me. 

You have come here

For one purpose and one alone

Since the moment I first heard you sing

I have needed you with me to serve me
To sing for my music 

His voice made my soul soar. "Christine, you were amazing tonight" he compliments me and I blush "Thank you," I started "What shall I call you? I don't even know your name, monsieur." He looks away and tries to turn from me but I grab his arm.

"Erik..." he mumbles "Erik" I smile to myself, he too smiles as I say his name. "No one ever says my name, always the Opera Ghost or the Phantom..." Without thinking I lean up and kiss him. He's shocked at first but kisses back. I pull away "I'm sorry I-" he cuts me off by raising up his hand "Don't apologize" I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck. 

He leans down and kisses me again, I feel him smile into the kiss. I pull away and rest my head against his chest. "Y/N you're shaking" his voice was laced with worry. "It's cold out here," I tell him as he takes my hand and pulls me into the shadows.

He leads me through a passage, he pushes a door open and we step through my mirror. I sit on my bed as he goes to leave. "Erik wait," I hesitated for a minute as he looks into my eyes. "S-stay" I pat the spot on the bed next to me. 

He nods as he pulls his cloak off and lays it on my vanity chair. He walked over to me and laid next to me, as he wrapped me in his arms. I rest my head on his chest and he kisses the top of my head as he plays with my curls. His voice lulls me into a deep sleep.

You alone can make my song take flight 

Help me make the music of the night

♬ ♪ ♬

My first Phantom imagine. I hope you guys like it, there'll be more.