The shadows of the Opera House hide him. Inside the candle lit room, he hears someone crying.

"Oh, Papa. I miss you so."

Erik just stood there. As a young man of seventeen, he could only hide.

"Please papa, please send me the Angel of Music, don't forget your promise"

As the sobbing continiued, he recieved an idea.

Maybe, Just Maybe, I could be her angel.

This idea was very intruiging. After all, he was the master of this opera. Hadn't he heard all the training for the sopranoes, throughout all his years? Yes, he would be her angel.

"Child, do not cry, I am here"

The puzzled girl looked up. Seeing no one, she whispered "Angel"

"Yes. I am here to teach you music. Go to your room, and I will be there."

She got up, and walked out the room. Erik knew that he had little time. Walking out of the shadows, there he is.

A tall man, with dark hair and handsome features, wearing a mask. His cloak trails behind him as he runs off into the passage, disappearing past a corner. Glancing at a cross, with the picture of a man, and the name Gustav Daaé, he figures that this is the girl that Estelle spoke of, this Christine Daaé. He smiles, knowing that her name would help, and steps into the shadows, to the ballerina's quarters. To where Christine was waiting.

Ok Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, but I might make up some, like friends.

Please tell me what you think.