The Angel Of Music - |P.O.T.O.|

Love Never Dies

Deep voices echoed along the natural galleries and tunnels. The guards approached faster and faster, along with furious actors, all with one purpose in mind. End the Phantom's empire once and for all. Yet, the Angel of Music seemed to stay prudent, paralyzed at the same position, for he still couldn't believe it was happening. Christine gave up from a good, carefree, wealthy life to be there, with him, by his side. "Why?", he asked. Was she willing to run away with him, taking risks and living an adventure?

— It is what I desire the most. — She smirked. — I'd follow anywhere you lead. You've walked too long in darkness. Forget your lonely days! Let's leave, no one will find you, we can leave it all behind you! — So she gently took Erik's face between her bare hands. — Say you want me with you now and always, say the word and all this can come true. That's all I ask of you!*

Her eyes sparkled, and her voice pronounced:

— I love you, my angel.

So it was done. His heart flipped with her words. It was finally, trully real to him. He received the elementary, most important declaration which someone could give, simple yet sincere. The Phantom's chest was warm with a spirited, transcendent joy. She corresponded.

As the echoing steps got louder and louder, Erik woke up and took his lover by the hand, opening a trapdoor behind the great, imponent organ, which so many nights ago filled the room with the melody of sweet darkness. It was the fastest way to get out of that hopeless place and arrive to the backyard of the Opera Populaire, somewhere they would have more options of escaping. Their chest played an insanely fast beat, their breaths rushed heavily. The man was so frightened, so afraid of leaving the only place he knew by heart in his whole life, for he had always been very precautious and methodical. He always knew the next coldly calculated step, almost as he could predict the future. Now, he was lost. "Where will we go then? Where will we stay? What are we going to do?" It was his home, his lair. And now, life would mercilessly throw an unexpected adventure in his unprepared arms, and there was nothing he could do for his past mistakes. It was all his fault, and he would have to learn how to deal with the situation. Fortunately, as the shiniest light of the morning, Christine had a brilliant idea, though it would might complicate their path strategies.

— My father's house! — She said with a hopeful smile, almost as she could hear his own thoughts. — Erik, we must return to the dormitories. The documents are still there!

— And why would we need documents now, Christine?! — He turned to her, fear and anxiety in his voice.

— Maybe so we can have somewhere to live after all of this, silly! — Her tone was ironic, yet harsh.

It was a great idea, since the documents registered the exact location of the country house, just as declaimed its right of belonging to the lady. The only small detail which escaped from her mind was that the whole theatre was simply on fire, and the flames could reach the dormitories at any moment, as the worried man recovered. But it was their only chance of having a calm, decent life after that unforgettable day. They needed those papers.

Already mentaly tracing their safest way to their destination, Christine's Angel of Music brought them to the surface, passing through so many dusty corridors and damp stoned passages that the woman couldn't even believe they existed. That underestimated creature was indeed a genius, and she never doubted it.

Arriving to the theatre's part where actors, workers and students used to live, the couple came across the quick burning, approaching flames, for almost all the stage and backstage was composed by wooden floors, walls and ceilings. That place could simply collapse at any minute, so they would have to run against the clock.