Written in Third person.
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“She didn’t take it well.” Madame Giry said to the masked man in Box 5 when the staff was gone or in bed.
“That’s Christine for you. Always thinking she knows best.” The Phantom said.
“She’s going to find out that you aren’t kidnapped anymore, and that you escaped.” Madame Giry said to him. Erik frowned. Christine wasn’t stupid. No, she was a very smart girl with wits. But she was naïve sometimes.
“Christine escaped and Nadir found her. She’ll find out soon enough with that boy around.” He was going to have Nadir hanged for even allowing that girl to go out with that fop. Raoul kissed his Christine. And she looked liked she enjoyed it.
“Don’t hurt Raoul. He can be arrogant at times, but he isn’t all that bad.” The Ballet Mistress told him and then turned towards the way out. “Remember to-“
Erik disappeared before she could say anything more about Raoul.
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The next day Raoul drops me off at the Opera House. I don’t exactly know who my teacher will be.
“Good afternoon, Christine.” Madame Giry greets me when I step on stage.
“Hello. How’s Meg?” I worriedly ask.
“Oh, she’s at home now. Finally after convincing the doctors she could watch herself they allowed her to go.” Madame Giry gives me a hand gesture to follow her. We head to the halls backstage where the dressing rooms are. “Your room is here.” Sure enough my name is on the door with gold letters.
“What?” I question. “I don’t understand. Why do I have my name here?”
“Dear, the managers want you as their star.” She says.
“I haven’t even auditioned yet. How could they want me?” I inquire.
“Your teacher will be here soon.” She only says, shutting the door.
This is crazy. What is going on? How do the managers know me? Or why have they picked me when I haven’t even sung one song in front of them? I look around the room. Flowers are everywhere. Pink and white mostly. I notice a red rose on the small nightstand. It has a dark silk ribbon tied around it with a small diamond in the middle of the ribbon. It’s beautiful.
“Christine. Christine.”
I look around and then decide to go to the door. I open it and find no one there.
“Christine. I’m your Guardian Angel.”
My mother used to say that when she died she would ask God to send an Angel of Music to me, someone to watch and guard me my whole life. I never expected it to be now. It was all too amazing to believe. “Angel, where have you been?”
“Christine. I will teach all music.”
I felt happiness almost joyful, because my mother had kept her promise.
“Sing to me, Christine.”
Now I thought I’d forgotten how to sing, but I suppose I didn’t. I sang the song my mother taught me as a child to my angel:
“Angel of Music,
Guide and Guardian, grant me your glory!
Angel of Music, hide longer
Secret and strange angel”
As I sang those lyrics, they reminded me how much I needed to be watched by an angel.
“Christine, your voice needs training. Tomorrow you will sing to the managers and then I will teach you to sing better after.” The beautiful deep voice says.
“Angel?” I ask. But no answer comes. I decide to explore the Opera House a little bit. I decide to start with the stage. A lot of people are around and on the stage, adding last suggestions and such. Three ballerinas gracefully hop to the other side with chains on their arms.
“Well, ain’t you a beauty?” A gruff voice startles me. “Would you like to spend the night with me tonight?”
I was so scared I couldn’t think of what to say. Of course not! “No, thank you.” I say and walk away, but my hand is grabbed by the man.
“Don’t think I’m worthy of you, huh?” He huffs. Madame Giry comes to aid when she hears this.
“Now, Joseph, let the girl go.” Madame Giry says firmly. “You know it’s against the rules to touch singers and ballerinas and any of the other staff.”
“Sorry. Madame.” The man Joseph walks away, rubbing his scruffy beard.
“Come along, dear.” Madame Giry tells me to follow her. “Let’s get you ready for the managers.”
“Who was that guy?” I ask.
“Joseph. Don’t mind him, or better yet just try to avoid him if you can. His weakness is young girls.” She says.
“Well, I’ll stay away then.”
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Erik chuckled when he heard his angel say that. He’d knew it would take a while to gain her trust towards himself, but he wasn’t going to give up. She was so innocent in her 17 years. He liked her that way, too. She was naïve, but she was observant. How was he going to tell her he was alive? He watched Madame Giry take Christine to the seamstress for measuring. Maybe it was better for her just to have an Angel of Music…
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Captive Angel
Fanfiction"I will marry you." Erik Desslar's ominous words spoken to 16 year-old Christine Daae were frightening enough without it actually happening. Will being his captive angel turn into something more or will her life fall? -Modern Day
