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Ange de les Nuit (Angel of the Night)	By : PhantomPhreak Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 1533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Ange de les Nuit (Angel of the Night)
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Hell is not a place; it is a state of mind and body… Hell is an obsession with a voice, a face, and a name… Hell is the fury in which I feel towards others that loathe my very wretched soul… My hell knows of no boundaries. With the solace, granted by no man, I wander aimlessly into the night, a lost Angel of the Lord… A Lord that I have no reason to bow down and worship any longer… Not after what He has placed me through. I abide to no one’s concrete laws… Not even God’s… Not even laws that aren’t but of my very own... Hell is where I am condemned to be for this eternal lifetime.

Is there anything to grant me the solace…? Anyone for that matter…? A simple cry out in the night… An Angel not unlike myself, lost in merely the same hell that I have been condemned to live eternity in day in, and day out… Lived it day in and day out as a mere mortal. A twenty-four year old, suffering long enough from the wrath of her parents, shrouded from her well- deserved fame that she should have been received whole-heartedly as a child… And not quite unlike me as well, abhorred by the ones that were supposed to be the ones closest to her at that...

Struggling for merely seventeen years, only to be taken for granted for the mere twenty-three years of her life, striving, just to meet her very potential, she was tossed around like a child’s plaything, then thrown out broken, and bruised with yesterday’s garbage, not being wanted any longer. It appeared to me that she was never to be wanted. Coming from a mixed-up family, with mixed-up justifiable morality, and mixed-up justifiable standards, she sought good within only herself; for that was the only one that seemed to matter within this world any longer. She was to only be shunned by her efforts; her efforts in finding the justifiable truth, well-being, and good within mankind… Only to be horrendously shunned by a family that didn’t want anything to do with her.

I heeded her silent prayer, coming to her the eve of the day she finally was to be released into Society’s very wrath… A wrath that she personally knew that she wasn’t prepared for, nor had been prepared for. With all due respect though, she lived a rather lavish lifestyle, her parents providing for everything and anything that she had ever dreamed of wanting… But she didn’t feel fulfilled… Something was missing… Something that was to make her whole…

Her parents, being the multi-billionaires that owned one of the most top-grossing, top-rated institutions to help people of her kind potentially find a cure for what my dear, sweet Angel had… If they were to eventually find a cure, she would sadly never be able to take apart of it. Her parents wanted perfection… But only within anyone else’s child… Not their very own… Lest of using her as a lab rat… They would also refuse any sort of psychiatric treatment, nor clinical trials of any kind, unfortunately.

I didn’t quite understand it… How could they subject themselves to the very help of others, when they could not even help their very own daughter strive to her very potential? She reminded me a lot of another… Long forgotten sorrows from a lullaby in a lover’s dream that quickly was to pass… But not tonight. Tonight, I was to take her home… To her rightful home…

“Michelle… Michelle, my Angel…?” I gently called out to her. Tonight as she pleaded to a God that would never listen to her, she sat in her late grandmother’s French rocker. She used to be lulled to sleep by her grandmother when she was but a perfect, innocent babe… Now she alone sat there and wept.

“Angel…? But how so…?” Michelle harshly whispered in question.

“I shan’t ever leave a lost soul in vein… Not even one so very close to me in Spirit.” I whispered.

“Where are you, Angel…? I want to see your face…” Michelle stated.

“Come into the pool of summer’s bold full moonlight that comes from your French balcony doors, and you shall see my face.”

Michelle obeyed. Her long sheer, silken white nightgown, danced in the breeze as she approached the balcony doors.

“You have had it extremely rough, haven’t you?” I approached her form behind, placing my hands upon her shoulders. Michelle started, but did not jump as I was to expect.

She nodded.

“Turn to me, Angel…” I beckoned.

Obliging, Michelle turned, and gasped.

“Sweet Angel… My Angel… Erik…” She stuttered, then collapsed within my arms, and wept.

“Shh, my precious Angel… It will be alright… Are your parents here?”

“N – No… Not that I know of…” Michelle struggled to find words, not believing that her Angel would be here, tonight of all nights.

“Do you perchance have a caretaker that looks in on you every now and again?”

“No, I don’t... Why do you question me? ”

“Because, there are certain things that are needed to be discussed, Angel.” I stated.

“Like what?”

“What goes on underneath this roof…? I grant it that you have it a lot harder than you make it out to be when you pray to me at night, is this true?”

Michelle nodded a single solemn nod, looking down in utter disgust of what she has become.

“Erik, what is it that you exactly want to know about my life?”

“Everything… Do not leave a single incident out, Angel. I must know what all you have been through.”

“I think that there is more than that, or else why have you come?” Michelle smiled.

“Now’s not the time to play lovers just yet, Angel… There is quite a great deal to be spoken for, and tonight you shall tell me everything that has happened behind these walls.” I stated, brushing my left white gloved hand across her right cheek. She fell into my palm and kissed it ever so gently. I internally shuttered.

“Mon Cherie, Michelle… Mon Petite Ange de les Nuit... Come away with me… Come away with me, and share me all of your sorrow… And I shall grant you an eternal lifetime of lover’s paradise…” I said as I gathered her within my arms, laid her down on her French canopy bed, and once again brushed my hand across her cheek. Michelle once again fell into my palm, and kissed it gently. I smiled at her warmly beneath my white cloth mask… She could feel my smile.

“No, Erik… I want you to take me to paradise… I have waited ever so long for this very moment.” Michelle warmly said, as she sat up, and raised a hand to my cloth mask. I hesitated, even though I could feel her promise with her very much blackened soul and heart that she would not recoil back in fear.

Michelle furrowed her eyebrows in question.

“Erik, Angel, I swear that I shan’t recoil back in fear at your face… I know what your deformity looks like… But only within context. I have read countless number of books, and seen countless number of productions on many different variations of what your very deformity looks like… Now, you are here with me, and I want to know the real truth… I want to see what true, pure beauty looks like…” Michelle softly pleaded at me.

She lifted her long, slender arms, to my clothed covered face, and with great care, as if my mask was some form of holy relic, she removed it. Placing it on the antique French nightstand beside her, Michelle traced every nook and cranny of my malformed face, stopping at my lips, tracing my lips; I placed my hand up to hers, and gently took it from my malformed mouth, kissing it just before it left my lips.

“Now I see… See what true, pure beauty is… Erik, you are nothing compared to what I have read or seen… I have saved myself for this very moment… Erik, I want you…Need you… Crave you… Erik, I love you… There is no more teacher and student… There is no more talk about what happened within my very past lifetime… There is only here… Now… Erik I have yearned for this very moment, ever since I found out with my heart whom my very Angel of the Night was… Erik, do not deny the grace of solace that I have so direly yearned for, for twenty-four years… Erik, take me tonight to your home… You very Paradise…” Michelle softly spoke; her plea didn’t fall upon deafened ears.

I took her by the hands, and help her to stand, as so did I. The moonlight’s warm bluish-grey glow, set off an angelic hue to my Michelle. She was right; tonight wasn’t about what happened in the past, for what is past is just that. I would come to find out soon after tonight; for after tonight, the night terrors would begin… And sadly so, all due to a parent’s lack of unconditional love as supposed to be done when a husband and a wife makes a child out of the love that they share for one another… No matter how macabre their child very well may be… I was at one time living evidence of this… Now I have another that was in merely the same position that I was in so long ago, so far away…

“Are you certain about what you are asking of me, Michelle…?” I gently questioned.

Michelle nodded a single solemn nod once again, as she bit her bottom lip, and slowly removed my long, ebony cloak, and ebony fedora. She tossed it lovingly onto her grandmother’s rocker, and started gingerly on my stark-white dress shirt. Reaching the bottom of the shirt, she gently tugged it out of my dress pants, and finished, exposing a muscular chest. She raised her slender arms, rubbed her hands over my chest, and inched my shirt off my broad shoulders.

I caressed my Angel’s face once again, trailing my hand down her neck, then taking my other hand, and inched her sheer nightgown off her. She raised her arms, not in protest, but in hopeful persistence. She revealed to me the perfect bodily form of an Angel… The very Angel that she was. I placed my hands lovingly upon her waist, and pulled her as close to me as Spiritually, and humanly possible, gazing into her eyes, she leaned up to me as best as her tiny frame would allow, I met her half-way, and embraced her in a passionately filled kiss.

“Are you very sure, Angel…?” I questioned, once again, knowing what tonight was to bring forth for the both of us.

“I would not have it any other way, Mon Ange de les Nuit.” Michelle smiled warmly up at me.

I laid her back on her bedclothes of the finest white Persian silk, and pillows stuffed of the finest down, and sat beside her to unlace my boots. Michelle sat up graceful as a dancer, and kissed the crook of my neck. All that I could do was smile as I finished untying the last of my left boot. I kicked them off, and stood to remove my belt. I leaned over Michelle, and she let out a groan in utter pleasure when she felt my most intimate member rub up against her. Michelle reached down, and with great care undid my dress pants’ buttons.

“Close your eyes, Mon Ange.” I harshly whispered.

Obeying, she slowly closed her eyes, and I stood to let my dress pants drop to the floor. She was too beautiful not to just rush into the very act of making love. I lingered over her a bit; nuzzling her neck with my malformed lips, then inching my way down to suckle her left breast. She arched out of longing, loving, pleasure, her very body language screaming out for more… I wanted to memorize every inch of her perfection. Tonight, she was to be my Eve, and I her Adam, and our very Paradise was to be our very Eden…

“Erik,” Michelle softly whispered.

“Mon Petite Ange, what is it?” I questioned as I looked up from her breast.

“Please…Erik…?” Michelle begged in a harsh whisper.

“As you wish…” I said positioning myself over her more.

“You are quite sure that you want this?”

Michelle’s crystal-blue eyes, glinted with not only the light of the moon, but glint with passionate longing as well. I knew my answer without even having to hear her speak. Slowly, as if she was a delicate porcelain doll, that I feared that I should shatter, I inserted myself… I knew that she was pure, but how pure was to be found out tonight, as she was to blossom into the perfect crimson rose that she was to me tonight.

It, too has been many years since I have laid myself down with a woman... I had almost forgotten the unspeakable pleasure that was partaken when you first insert yourself. I lay with her engulfed, and enraptured around my most intimate member. She let out a satisfying moan of pleasure, and I slowly began to thrust. Tonight has only just begun. My most precious, most perfect Angel, crushed by a Society that wouldn’t have anything to do with her, alas lay here willingly in bed with me; I too was an outcast, but unlike herself, however, an outcast to the Lord I could never learn to bow down to again.

With her hands traveling every inch and crevice of my sculpted body, I slowly began to thrust slightly quicker in pace. With every deep, elongated thrust, her legs wrapped tighter, and tighter around my own. No more talk of what was in the past… Not tonight, anyway… Not now.

“Erik… Oh! Erik… I love you!!!” Michelle whispered through gasps of her passionate pleasure.

“I want to… Bear your child… If that is Spiritually possible…” She continued.

“You know not what you ask, Mon Petite Ange.” I harshly whispered.

“Oh… Erik… But I do..” Michelle breathlessly stammered.

“I want to bear your child out of our love for each other…”

I quickened just ever so slightly.

“For eternal love’s sake… You bear my child, you would also give me your soul…” I stated quickening a little more steadily.

“That is the whole intention, Mon Ange de les Nuit… That is the whole intention.” Michelle said as she rose, and met my hips, in a playful thrust. I groaned aloud, and quickened even more still.

“Oh, Mon Petite Ange Michelle… Sucré Ange… Your innocent prayer is granted.” I said as I quickened even more still.

I locked my lips in the forbidden dance of our proclaimed love, and thrust her as far as she would allow me to go. Unlocking our lips, I gazed into her eyes, and smiled warmly at her... It had taken me a mere century and a half to be able to smile out of love, and sincerely, and within the context of this sincere beauty of love. With Fate and Destiny as our only guiding light, I released into her, as we came together. She was my walking, living, breathing, miracle… A miracle that I could not have ever been blessed, nor bestowed upon by an ungenerous, unloving, uncaring God that absolutely never showed one single ounce of His mercy, and His grace.

I collapsed in the crook of her neck, my head buried deeply in her rich, ebony locks, to find that I was not the only one that wept out of such love that I had felt for a mortal young woman… She too wept. I slowly rose to look into her eyes, still continually glistening from the bold summer’s moonlight kiss, and kissed away her tears. She was mine, now, and I was indeed hers, such as she had been so very long ago, and so very far away.

“Why do you weep?” I questioned, gazing once again in her hauntingly deep crystal blue eyes.

“I have never sincerely felt loved, as you have loved me… As you love me… Erik, now I am ready to tell you absolutely everything… My heart wasn’t in the right place, before… Now, it truly is… Erik… You are my miracle!” Michelle harshly whispered.

I slowly rolled off top of her, and holding my Ange, I caressed her long ebony locks. With her head resting comfortably on my chest, she began.

“How much do you know about all that I have been through, Erik…? What do you need to know…?” Michelle harshly whispered to me.

“The beginning is always a good place to start, Michelle.” I said, continuing to stroke her hair.

“Erik, it has been many years of turmoil, strife, trials and tribulations, grief and literal hell that come from my very parents… Erik, you haven’t the slightest idea at how hard it was for me to save my very soul, heart, and above all, my very innocents for you. You call me your ‘Ange,’ that is all well and good… But I don’t feel as such. Don’t get me wrong, Erik, what you just did to me was all within my hopes and dreams, my mortal prayers have been answered, for you have granted me the solace, serenity and the very peace that I have always wanted. What I feel is dirty, used, battered, beaten, and bruised emotionally by my parents. They just don’t understand what it all that it is that I a going thorough… Not even in the slightest to date...! Erik, tonight, I openly, and willingly gave you my soul, and my heart without any doubts, nor question, nor reserve tonight… You have granted me the solace, serenity, and the peace that I’d hope our very paradise should be… Erik, I sincerely love you as a friend loves their fellow brethren of no matter what walk of life, or what he has been through, a student that thinks highly of her very teacher, and as a long, lost lover that I know I am within my heart to your very soul. I know this, because of what my very soul, and very heart has guided me to believe this ever since I first heard you call to me within my very dreams when I was but a mere child of eight years… Erik, thank you ever so much for doing whatever is within your power as a Spirit to guide me to that stationed paradise that I know that one day I will see you in… It has already begun, and you know this to be true! I silently made my wedding vows to you tonight… It is all that I have ever sincerely wanted… Erik, I love you.” Michelle stated, as she leaned over me, gazed into my moon-kissed eyes and caressed my mauled face.

She leaned into it, and kissed the most deformed portion of it, and trailed with her tongue from that area from my face to my lips, teasing with an extremely gentle lover’s bite, enrapturing me in another kiss. I felt another rush, and gently sat up, she along with me, never breaking the kiss, and laid her on her back once again, inserting myself to finalize not only my very need of another gratifying act of our passion play, but to finalize the insurance that she would indeed be the very barrier of my child… For as malformed he very well maybe at birth, till his very grave, he still would be the barrier of both Michelle’s very heart, and my genius.

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Ange de les Nuit (Angel of the Night)