Angel in my eyes

A/N: Futuristic fic about the reincarnated Erik living as a very successful music artist in America, after a botched pyrotechnic episode on stage Erik came away with a bad injury to the right side of his face. Erik’s relationship with his fiancée begins to falter and he hides away from the world that used to adore him. Enter our Christine, an up and coming backup singer/stage dancer. As their paths cross by chance at his estate during her tryout for first soprano for his come back tour. Can she bring Erik back from the pits of his self made hell?

The auburn haired Motherly Angel made her way down the long corridor with a long purposeful stride. Annette Giry came to the end of the hallway to the large oak door; she knocked lightly a few times and tried to open the door. Annie sighed taking her keys from her pocket and unlocked the door entering into the pitch black make-shift private hell. "Mon Ami, where are you?" Her eyes weren't adjusted to the dark yet, she looked around hoping to catch an outline of his form.

The sharp sound of a lighter flipping open and a flint being struck brought her attention behind her into the dark corner. The faint flicker of a candle illuminated a small circle around the chair here his body slouched. “What do you want, Annette?" He picked up his glass of brandy and took a long swig.

"Do you even know what time....even what day it is?" She spat at him vehemently making her way over to him. She kicked his boots off the coffee table as she made her way past him and flicked the light switch on.

Erik raged out of his chair towards her looming over the woman’s slender frame, "What do you think you're doing!" He growled at her the rage in his face concealed only by the partial mask covering the right side of his once angelic features.

Annette, without missing a beat, reached up with her right hand and slapped him across the left side of his face. The assault on his face echoed in the empty silent room. "Do not raise your voice to me child, I am neither your enemy nor your babysitter." As he looked away she continued, "You smell like a brewery...you look like death. You've not even been out of this room in a week, and what of Elizabeth? You've not seen her in almost two weeks!"

"That is none of your concern," he sighed and slumped back into his chair. "She won't see me or contact me, why should I care." He raised his glass to take another sip; before he could tip it to drink from the amber liquid Annette's hand shot out and slapped away the glass. The shattering glass sprayed across the floor beside them. Erik rose again furious, "What do you want from me Annette, leave me be." The anger inside him continued to rise as he moved around the room to the bar.

Annette followed closely behind him and grabbed his arm to halt his advancement, "Mon ami, please you can not do this anymore. It will kill you...that accident harmed you it did not kill you, but you have to stop with this assault on your body." She continued to press on slowly turning his large form to face her. "You are still number one all over the country and on every chart, there are hundreds of doctors contacting your secretary's daily offering their services to you.."

Before she could continue Erik pulled his arm free bringing it up to remove his mask. "And what can they do for this!" He spat at her, "Do you not see the monster that stands before you! This retched beast left in place of the man of yesterday!" His heart broke at the look of sympathy on her face, he turned away from her as a single tear escaped his eyes. He sighed and put his mask back on, "Do not pity me, its not becoming of you."

"You can not pity a martyr, you are undeserving of pity. I feel sorry for you because you are a sorry individual,” her eyes unforgiving to his face. "What kind of man are you to hide away like a hermit. You have duties that you have neglected and fans you've ignored." She grabbed his hand and started to pull his unwilling body towards his closet.

Erik followed behind; he would never admit how much her words had hurt him. Just like the weeks after the accident he followed her silently to the closet with his head hung low.