The Phantom of the Opera-Sculpted AngelsThe hard snow crunched under my boots as I made my way through the Perros’ Graveyard. The last memories of him were here, now he rested in his coffin forever more inside the family mausoleum.The Phantom of the Opera-Sculpted Angels by LindyRose2
We didn’t have a lot when I was a small child before his demise. My papa was a good man and a hard worker. He always told stories and played on the violin to keep me company. He taught me the magic of music.
Then the fever. The same kind that took mama from us.
I remember still standing by his bedside begging him not to go. Not to leave me alone in this world filled with horror.
“Christine...” he spoke so softly I could barely hear him, “Do you know the angel?”
“The Angel of Music? The one you always told me about?”
“Yes, my sweet child. I will send him to you when I come home. Keep faith in your angel...”
He was gone.
And he broke his promise.
I wanted nothing more than to believe that the voice from my mirror was indeed the angel of mus
Phantom of the Opera - When I First saw YouFootsteps thundered down a dark hall as creatures of the darkness scampered away as a shadow passed.Phantom of the Opera - When I First saw You by LindyRose2
He had been spotted. This was his place, his opera house. Damn to any fool who wanted a shot at keeping it for themselves. He had designed this place and built it according to his needs. He was the opera ghost, and damn it to anyone who crossed his path.
Erik had killed at least fifty people in his life, all to protect himself from the horror on their faces when they saw him, the real him.
He knew he was no prince charming, he didn’t even have a family to call his own. His mother, Madeline, casted him out the very day he was born. The poor priest that had baptized him used his own name to give to a monster child. The only thing he had that was family was the dog, Sasha. She never judged and she taught him in her own way.
And she protected him with her life.
Erik came upon the hidden lake where his boat was waiting for him when a cry pierced the air. A child’s cry.
Phantom of the Opera - ForgivenI pressed my head into my hands, sobbing helplessly.Phantom of the Opera - Forgiven by LindyRose2
I did this... I wasn’t careful enough. I had hurt the one person who had been there for me since I first walked into those doors of the Opera Garnier. Erik had seen us on the rooftop, known about our engagement, watched in horror as I vowed my life to the one man who owned my heart since childhood.
Oh, Erik... can you ever forgive me?
I was resting in the Vicomte’s home, in his guest room. The blankets, pressed to my skin, were cold and unfeeling, unlike those in Erik’s hidden lair. He would often ask if I was cold and gather more comforting warmth, spreading it a top of me. Once, it was so cold in my little apartment, that he carried me into his own bedroom. He situated me under his comforter and sheets, then joined me, gathering my frail body into his arms.
I giggled and sniffled softly. Another memory crossed my mind.
Erik’s fleeting form slipping and sliding on the frozen pond. He struggled again and again
Phantom of the Opera - While Floating High AboveHe watched her from above. He always would look out for her, even if it cost him his life.Phantom of the Opera - While Floating High Above by LindyRose2
For so long, he had denounced the human race, believing them to be as heart-less as the God that had forgotten him. He hated them all; despised every perfect thing while he, himself, was hideous from birth.
That all changed when he first heard the soft whimpers and cries of a child.
She was young and innocent, ready to believe in anything. The naïve little girl was begging for an angel, an angel of music her departed father had once promised her. He listened and watched as she continued to burst to tears, making her eyes red like rubies.
The little girl sniffled and he began to sing.
He sang to her in her dreams, touching her very soul. She always smiled when she met for their lessons, even went as to ask for her own dressing room to keep the lessons a secret. And, by the order of the Opera Ghost, young Christine was granted her request.
Of course, there came a time when she grew from her ch
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