~Chapter Four- Angel of Music~

The past is not repeating; it is merely starting a new beginning

Maniacal laughter echoed throughout the Opera House theater from the unseen man who demanded Christine to flee; growing louder and more shrilling the closer she came to escaping the room. Her heart pounded fleetingly as she ran away from the hidden voice, not once looking back.

Tears began to leak from her chocolate brown eyes as Christine blindly in the dark made her way to the Opera Populaire chapel. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath once she entered her destination that was dimly lit by the gleams of the moon outside, which penetrated through a stain glass window. She walked over to where a picture of her father lied, covered with layers of dust, and lit the candle that was next to it with a match that someone must have left behind.

The small dancing flame flickered as Christine starred at the image of her father, Gustave Daee, feeling herself grow angry at him for something she knew he couldn't control.

"Why?" She choked as her hand began to slightly tremble, "Why did you have to leave me? You knew I couldn't make it on my own! You knew I couldn't survive without you!"

The rhetorical questions Christine spoke aloud were left unanswered, not that she expected otherwise. She closed her eyes tight when she felt tears mingle in her eyes. Christine was never notorious for losing control of herself, or for being so helpless, but she slowly began to feel every inch of her body breakdown.

"Why can't I remember anything?" She whispered to herself, as if speaking it aloud would give her the answer. "What did I do to deserve this?"

Christine withdrew a breath before a rainfall of tears escaped from her eyes; she held her head within her hands, letting her emotions take over her. Inside her mind, Christine replayed the image of the evil woman recoiling at the sight of her. Her thoughts echoed the delirious laughter of the voice that held such hatred towards her. This place that she once believed would be a paradise to live in held no purpose for Christine any longer, she knew this.

Five minutes went by before Christine was capable of pulling herself together. She sniffled away the remaining tears and wiped away the trial of wetness that remained on her face.

"I- I'm leaving come morning." Christine spoke to her father, knowing he would listening to her in the heavens, "This place holds no purpose for me any longer…I've done something terrible in my past that I can't remember, too terrible to be forgotten."

Christine blew out the candle and withdrew a shaky sigh. She walked up to the stain glass window and pressed her hand onto the glass; enjoying the coolness it brought to it.

"If only you could be with me…" She whispered.

"Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance." A voice that seemed to echo through the chapel's walls sung out in a heavenly tone.

Christine's soul seemed to rise outside of her body for a split second when she heard a voice sweeter than candy called out to her. She looked all around her, trying to see who had sung those words, but when she found no one in her sight, she began to assume above was listening to rhetorical questions that whole time.

"Father?" She said trance like, looking up at the roof of the chapel, longing for an answer.

Mere seconds past by before the voice responded to her, but to Christine it felt like an eternity.

"No, child. It is your guardian. Your Angel of Music."

Christine mouthed the words of her guardian's name, liking the way it rolled off her tongue. For a minute or so, she starred in the darkness in utter shock as she allowed her body to be restored with hope that someone was watching over her. An angel was guiding her.

"Your father sent me to watch over you, as a guardian and protector."

Speechless, Christine countless times attempted to force words out of her mouth. Fearing that her angel would go away if she didn't say speak, Christine closed her eyes, controlling herself.

"Angel, what am I supposed to do? How can I live my life when everyone shuns me from the only place I am allowed to stay?"

Another silence that left Christine anxious passed by; however, she knew her angel was still with her, she could sense his presence all around her.

"Acceptance," the angel paused, "is never easy to earn; especially when your reputation has been set and stone in everyone's mind. It'll take time to gain, but this doesn't mean you should give up."

"I don't know if I have the strength to not give up." Christine said, feeling a knot in her throat begin to form.

"Let me guide you…let me provide the strength to carry on Christine." The angel spoke earnestly, "That is what your father sent me to do."

Christine smiled at the way her angel wouldn't allow her to give up. She nodded at this, and slowly began to feel his presence fade. Wishing he could of stayed with her longer, Christine put her hand on the cool surface of the chapel for support to lift her up from where she was sitting. After smoothing out her dress, she began to quietly depart from the Opera House chapel, telling herself to never forget this moment.

She found her way to her dressing room without much difficulty, even though her only source of light was provided from the moonlight that shone out of the hundreds of windows throughout the Opera Populaire.

Christine replayed her and the angel's conversation throughout her head as she changed into her night clothes. He sounded so pleased to be watching over her; for the first time since she arrived at the Opera House, Christine began to feel the comforting sensation that her father once brought to her soul.

Was it even possible for her to even rest now? She laid down into her bed mattress, starring at the mirror across from her. Christine's mind however, began to recall the voice which almost scarred her out of the Opera Populaire before she had met her angel. What had she done to upset him so badly? When he first spoke, his voice held the sadness of the world, but when he busted out screaming, she had never felt so frightened in her life.

Christine shut her eyes tight when she felt more tears come over her. Her eyes were swollen from all the crying she had done in the last two days; she just wished it would end. But anytime she began to think about how she couldn't remember her past, or how her father had been dead for thirteen years, tears would just begin flowing out of her chocolate brown eyes effortlessly.

Sensing she was no longer alone in her room, Christine waited for a sign that her Angel of Music was with her once again.

"Dearest, what has caused you such sorrow?"

Christine smiled at the soothing sound to her angel's voice, "My thoughts tend to drive my soul into despair."

"No more tears," the angel persuaded, "There is no reason to cry any longer."

Obeying his order, Christine wiped away the last of her tears, and once again began to feel her angel slip away. She needed to stall her him so he could stay with her for a second longer; to make the moment more memorable than it already was.

"Why are you called the Angel of Music?" Christine questioned, waiting patiently for his answer.

"If you promise me that you will not cry any longer, than I will show you." The angel bargained.

She nodded, thinking that she would have done anything he asked to find out why.

"Close your eyes, Christine…"

She did as she said, and the Angel of Music began to sing her to sleep. His voice was unlike anything she ever heard before; it was so pure…so moving. Her eyes grew heavy as she tried to stay awake just to listen to her Angel sing. However, she could not win the battle in staying awake. The Angels singing allowed for Christine to sleep peacefully, unlike the past night, and not think about all that she had lost, but of what she had gained.

A/N: Thankyou all for the wonderful reviews I have gotten so far! I apperciate it soooo much! If you have any critisim you'd like to share, I will gladly take it like a good sport. Please don't stop reviewing!

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