The Phantom of the Opera (Angel of Music) Part 2

His grip was incredibly strong. His voice was beyond terrifying. His eyes were shining in the darkness as he dragged you down to the dungeons of the Opera House. You wished you had never ran away. You wished for his usually kind and gentle voice to speak the words of forgiveness. Instead, they came out as a rolling thunder of rage.

"After all I've done for you!" He roared turning around to look at you, but you could see nothing in this pitch darkness, not even his disfigured face, just his yellow threatening eyes. How he could see was beyond your comprehension.

"After all I've done!" He pulled you harshly against his slim but surprisingly strong body. You couldn't help but utter a moan as your small torso collided with his bony form. His grip was tight on your wrist, causing your hand to lose blood circulation.

"Monsieur Erik!" You begged in a teary voice. "You're hurting me!"

The man in front of you did not respond, but his grip instantly loosened as he continued to pull you down the stairs in the pitch-black darkness. It felt like he was pulling you straight to hell... his hell.

It seemed forever before you saw a dim light, eventually recognizing the underground lake. You glanced at Monsieur Erik, only to find him wearing his white mask again with an unreadable expression. He was looking straight ahead as he strode towards the boat, making you run in order to catch up.

He was much gentler this time as he helped you onto the boat, silently rowing as he looked ahead. You wiped the tears away from your face, unable to say anything, feeling like a child who just got into serious trouble, feeling like a trapped bird. You were more than certain that Monsieur Erik would punish you for your betrayal and never let you leave his side again. You sighed as the front of the boat hit the stone wall of the cave, ready to accept your fate.

Erik stepped out of the boat, silently tieing it with a rope. He helped you out, making sure to be as gentle as he could. However, he didn't let your hand go as he continued to hold onto it, looking at the red marks forming on your hurt wrist. His thumb gently brushed the abused area inspecting the damage, making you wince in the process. His brown-yellow eyes finally connected with yours, but this time they were calm and collected. You felt yourself shake as he continued to look at you, his gaze penetrating your very soul, making you feel frightened and uncomfortable. Suddenly, he pulled you into a gentle embrace, wrapping his long slender arms around you, stroking your head.

"Erik is sorry for hurting you, my angel," his voice truly sounded apologetic, making you feel all sorts of mixed emotions. Why was he referring to himself in third person? "Erik was so angry with you. You've hurt him so deeply, Erik wanted you to feel the same way." You listened as your face was pressed against his cloak. "But Erik couldn't go through with it."

You didn't expect him to forgive you so easily. You anticipated endless hours of singing, solitude, even a physical punishment, but you weren't expecting this. You looked up at the man against you, seeing mixed emotions behind his eyes. Even though you had a good reason to leave this man, you couldn't help but feel guilty for causing him such emotional turmoil. This damaged man...a fallen angel-a musical genius marked by both God and Satan-wanted nothing more than you by his side. You felt pity for him. After all, all he wanted was your company.

"I'm sorry for leaving you, Monsieur," her voice was muffled against the Phantom's clothes but he heard the girl very clearly. He looked down into her innocent big eyes, seeing sincerity radiating from them. Such innocence, such naivety, he couldn't keep a grudge against her. But she was also very wrong. He was angry when she left him, of course he was, but he was simply enraged when he caught her about to sing for the public.

For three weeks he observed her, watched her training for the lead-singing role of the upcoming opera, hoping that she would change her mind in the last minute and realize her grave mistake. He hoped she would remember her promise and come back to him, but she did no such thing. All those sleepless nights spent simply watching her resting form, pondering on her actions, planning his next move. She was never truly free from him. He was around her constantly, watching her carry on without him. It was a torture.

"Do you remember your promise?" You blinked at the question, trying to remember. You shook your head 'no' and the hand brushing your hair suddenly stopped. Monsieur Erik pulled away from you, grabbing onto your shoulders and staring straight into your eyes.

"The promise you made…" he bit his lip as his fingers dug into your shoulders. "How could you forget?!" He shook your startled form, his long fingers turning into daggers against your skin. You were alarmed with his sudden change of character, frightened for your physical being.

"After all I've done for you! All you had to do was keep that promise! And you betrayed me! You betrayed your Angel of Music!" Erik couldn't keep the built up emotions any longer. He dragged the girl further into the cave until they reached the organ. He let go of her not too kindly, his fingers angrily pressing onto the keyboards of the instrument, creating loud and angry music which matched his own emotional state.

"Sing for me!" He barked at her, expecting her to finally understand what he wanted.

You felt like covering away from the emotionally unstable man. You could barely stand, let alone sing. Monsieur Erik appeared mad and frantic, getting angrier as nothing came out of your parted lips.

"Sing!" His voice roared, echoing along the walls of the cave, surrounding every corner, making your small body shake. This was truly the voice of a demon.

"Sing for me and ONLY me!" With each passing second, it sounded more like an act of desperation and frustration. Feeling pressured, you began to sing the only song that came into your mind, the one you've been practicing for three weeks...the one you were supposed to sing tonight in front of a live audience.

Instantly, the music changed into a softer tune, matching your shaky uncertain voice. You closed your eyes, imagining simpler and better times when Monsieur Erik was a strict but kind teacher, when you actually enjoyed the music lessons. You gave it all you've got, stopping when the music slowly died down. You opened your eyes to heavy breathing coming from the mad man, his hair uncharacteristically rumpled sticking against his moist forehead. His hands were shaky as he tried to sleek the loose strands, failing miserably in the process. His eyes were filled with lust and thrill, mixed with other strange intense emotions you couldn't understand. Unintentionally, you took a step back, feeling trapped in his predatory gaze.

She was his own personal heaven, a light in the endless darkness of his life. It was such a long time since he heard her voice, since he heard her singfor him. His chest was filled with excitement, pleasure and pain, lust and adoration as he looked upon her...his Angel of Music. She has finally returned, and he would never let her leave his sight..

"Monsieur Erik?" You asked in a soft unsure voice. "Are you alright?"

You watched him slowly advance towards you, emotions flickering in his eyes as he continued to stare at you. You felt the back of your knees hit the couch, which forced you to sit down and wait for Erik to close the distance between you. You felt like a trapped animal, awaiting for the predator to finally make the kill.

You didn't know what you were expecting, but you definitely didn't imagine Monsieur Erik to fall on his knees in front of you. Silence was interrupted by the sound of gentle sobbing, his arms wrapped around your knees as his masked face pressed against the hem of your dress. You've never seen anyone more miserable than the man crying on top of your lap. You couldn't help but feel pity for the poor creature as he clung to you in desperation.

The Phantom gasped as he felt small soft hands on top of his head. He moaned onto the girl's light touch, leaning his head against the gentle fingers. Oh, how he earned for a simple touch! He was so lonely, so miserable without her, any physical contact would sefise.

He tensed when he felt her fingers brush the mask, unsure eyes connecting with her compassionate ones. She was radiating nothing but kindness and sympathy to the point where he could not resist her. With a nod he felt his mask lifted, exposing his horrible face.

Your expression didn't change as you looked upon the disfigured skin, taking in the details of every wrinkle and scar. The face was no longer terrifying. You didn't scream and you didn't cover away. You saw a sad lonely man who wanted nothing but to be happy. He wanted nothing but acceptance and love, and he was willing to do anything to get it. It was finally all clear now.

Erik exhaled when he felt her soft little fingers wipe away his tears. He looked upon her perfect face, unable to believe his eyes. She wasn't scared and she wasn't disgusted anymore. He was now ashamed of himself for forcefully revealing his face before, wishing that this would have been the first time she saw him.

"I understand now, Erik," you spoke cupping his face. "I won't leave you alone again. I will go wherever you may go, and I will sing only for you."

Tears of happiness covered Erik's face as he believed her every word. She was an Angel,a true Angel, sent here to guide him, to make him a better man. He loved her, he loved her so much he would die without her!

Erik laid his head on top of her lap, enjoying the soothing fingers brushing through his hair. They set like this for hours, forgetting the outside world altogether. He did it, he finally got his happy ending. And to make sure of it, he will drop the chandelier so his pure Angel will never be seduced by the surface world again! She was finally his, his and only his. In time, he would put a ring upon her finger. In time, he would make her his wife. Only then he would truly be happy. Only then she would truly be free.

A/N: Happy yandere end? Well, sort of. If Erik doesn't do something about his overly-possessive behavior, it would be another tragic end for him and reader-chan.