Innocent Angel

Full Summary:

Erik Destler has lived alone for a long time, without family or friends...until now. After over two years of watching from a distance, he finally decides to 'save' his only love- Christine Daae. However, in order to save her he feels he must kidnap her.

17-year-old Christine Daae has basically been alone since her mother died. Her father rarely comes home at night and she doesn't associate with the friends she once had. Lonely and depressed, she treads through life hopelessly. Her loneliness is about to come to an end, though... The problem is, it's against her will.

To be kidnapped and to have her freedom stolen isn't what Christine wants. But, can she really hate this masked man who has shown her nothing but kindness? And what will she do when she discovers Erik's true feelings for her? Can she forgive him? Can she love him, as he loves her?

Chapter One- To Kidnap an Angel

The rain came down in sheets as Christine Daae hurriedly unlocked the door to her house. She heard her school bus drive away as she stepped inside and wiped the bottoms of her wet shoes on the mat. Then, she took her backpack off and proceeded to wring out her long, curly brown hair. Finally feeling somewhat dry, she stepped off the mat, closed the door, and locked it.

The house was empty, which was nothing new, and Christine sighed as she made her way into the kitchen. She placed her house key on the table before walking over to a clear sliding glass door located in the kitchen, which led outside. The rain continued to pour relentlessly. After a few moments of solemn staring, Christine turned from the door and moved to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

She was just about to unscrew the lid when the telephone rang. She jumped at the loud sound after having become so accustomed to the quiet room. Embarrassed by her own reaction, Christine shook her head and put her water bottle down before walking over to answer the call. "Hello?" There was a fairly drawn-out pause. Probably a solicitor.. She was just about to hang up when a voice on the other line spoke.

"Hello, Christine." It was a man's voice, and the sound of it was low and seemed almost musical. It made her shiver involuntarily and stand up straight, now considerably more alert.

"H- hi, who is this?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. Another pause followed before he spoke again.

"Turn around, Christine," the voice commanded...yet the instruction seemed strangely gentle.

She stood frozen for several long seconds before clutching the phone more tightly to her ear. "Uh, why?" she asked while her heart pounded roughly. Sweat was beginning to appear on her forehead.

Instead of receiving a verbal response, she heard a tapping sound behind her. Christine gasped and jumped in place before reflexively whirling around to face the sound. It came from the sliding glass door where she had been standing only a short time ago.

A man was standing outside in the rain watching her. He wore a black hat, a black mask that covered his entire face, black gloves, and black clothing. A terrified gasp escaped her lips, and Christine's eyes widened in fear. She nearly dropped the phone, but somehow she couldn't move. It was like his eyes were holding her in place. They were a chilling light blue, which greatly stood out against the black of his attire.

Her mind was screaming, Run!, but she couldn't. She opened her mouth to speak, or scream, or something, but nothing came out.

After several silent moments of just staring at each other, he finally spoke again. "Open the door, Christine." His voice was calm and steady.

She finally found her voice but continued to stare at him unmoving. "Wh- who are you? What are you doing here?" A sort of dizzying panic was entering her system as she frantically asked her questions.

"I will tell you," he replied and smoothly added, "If you open the door." His voice was hypnotic, entrancing.

Shaking, but still managing to hold the phone in a firm grasp to her ear, Christine finally began to feel her legs, and she backed away until she reached the wall. Her eyes closed tightly and she shook her head. "No," she whispered.

She was not going to do as he instructed, he realized. And he didn't want to frighten her any longer, so the mysterious man began to sing softly into his cell phone. "Innocent Angel, how I need you! Beautiful Flower, come to me. From the distance I watch waiting, hoping you will soon be mine..." His voice trailed off, and he watched as a trance-like glaze seemed to enter her green eyes. Feeling the power his voice was having over her mind, he softly and tenderly commanded once more, "Open the door, my angel."

Christine found she couldn't control herself. She had lost all ability to think rationally and run screaming. Unconsciously, the phone dropped from her grasp and her body moved forward. Her mind was blank as she reached out and unlocked the sliding glass door. Then, without any warning, her eyes fluttered shut and she swayed slightly before falling to the floor in an unconscious heap.

His eyes widened in surprise before he quickly slid the door open and walked inside. Looking down at her unconscious form, the man found that he was both worried about her and excited for his triumph. He'd finally completed the task he had hoped to overcome for many months, although he hadn't expected or wanted her to faint.

He knew he had to act quickly before any other surprises could take place.

With quick precision, the strange man picked up the telephone she had been holding, turned it off, and placed it on the receiver. He then picked up the water bottle she had been drinking from and put it in his pocket. And finally, he reached into his other pocket and removed a folded piece of paper, which he unfolded and placed on the kitchen table.

With those steps taken care of, he gathered Christine into his arms and stopped to bask in the glorious moment. Finally... He was finally holding the beautiful seventeen-year-old whom he had yearned to be close to for so long. He looked down at her in complete awe and hugged her more tightly to his body.

Enough, his mind commanded while coming out of its trance. Making sure to leave everything as he had found it, he walked out the sliding glass door and towards his car, covering the angel in his arms from the violent rain.