A/N: Well, okay. First fic ever. I might suck so please don't try to flame me too hard! Enjoy kay? Sorry for the cliffhanger but I like cliffhangers to be exact. : ) Reviews, please?

Disclaimer: Well, I'm sure you know I don't own the Phantom of The Opera at anyway way at all! I guess ALW does...

The Cemetery's Path

"I am your Angel of Music…Come to me Angel of Music…" her Angel's voice called.

Christine felt her feet stuck to the ground, afraid to move any further. Yet, her mind wanted to move towards her Angel's voice.

Then, out of the shadows, Erik appeared.

"Angel of Music!" Christine wanted to cry out and she wanted to run into his embrace.

She could have forgotten about her fiancé Raoul! She would have given up her life as a Vicomtess! She would have forgiven her Angel for the incident at the Masquerade Ball.

But in the end, her voice croaked, "Its…it's you!"

Erik gave her a cold stare and leaned against the wall of her Father's grave, "Yes…It's me…"

Christine shuddered for the look of the lively warm eyes her Angel always had was now replaced with cold icy ones.

"Cold…?" Erik asked.

Christine turned away, "How did you know I was here…?"

Erik gave a cold laugh, "Mademoiselle, I have known you since you came to the Opera House…I know your every secret and I know that today is the anniversary of your Father's death…"

Christine tried to look more interested at his face but she ended up talking to his feet, "I…I don't know what to say. Was it you who sent me to the cemetery?"

Erik looked long and hard and Christine and finally nodded, "Yes…"

Suddenly, Erik heard the sound of horse galloping approaching.

Erik's cold gaze harden, "Ah…Yes my Angel, your precious Vicomte has arrived indeed. Just as I thought he would…" and Erik began to take out his sword.

Christine gasp as she saw Raoul from distance.

But Erik was much quicker and he quickly pulled Christine out of site and both of them hid behind her Father's grave.

Christine peeked a little and saw Raoul getting of a tall white stallion, just right in front of the grave.

Raoul looked around then he slowly called out loudly, "Christine? Christine, where are you!"

Christine felt Erik's grip on her cold hand tightened.

Raoul drew out his sword and slowly looked around and called again, but this time, more slowly and cautiously, "Christine…? Are you here?"

Erik held up his finger to Christine's lips to gesture for her to be silent.

Christine whispered in fear, "Don't harm him!"

Erik looked at Christine for awhile. He sighed and slowly slipped his sword back into his long cloak.

Then he took her hand slowly and whispered to her ear softly, "Let's go…"

He silently led her away from the grave, taking care not to be seen by Raoul who was still searching wildly for Christine.

Once they were far enough, Erik let go of Christine's hand and turned away.

Silence occupied them for a long time before Christine asked quietly, "Why have you brought me here…?"

At first, Erik did not answer.

Then, he slowly said, "Why…Why Christine? Why did you choose him instead of me!"

Erik turned around and Christine cowered back when she saw the fiery anger in his eyes.

"Was it something I did!" Erik demanded to know.

Christine only stared at him with fear.

Then, Erik softened, "I'm sorry…Truly I am. It must be the Masquerade Ball…"

Erik reached into the pocket of his long black cloak and brought out a chain with a ring on it.

Christine gasped. It was Raoul's engagement ring which her Angel had taken angrily from her at the night of the Masquerade Ball.

Christine slowly took it.

But when she saw the sadness in her Angel's eyes, she froze.

Erik looked at her and turned away again, "Miss Daae, I wonder if you knew that a few months ago after the production of Il Muto, I saw you and your precious fiancé at the roof of my Opera House…"

Christine blinked.

"You…You kissed him! You agreed to marry him! I was there Christine! You did not hear me call you! You threw away my rose! You…you…!" Erik gasped, in shock of what he was saying.

Christine felt her heart tearing. At that moment, she saw her Angel from a different angle and she felt a strange feeling wash over her.

Suddenly, Erik stood up and began to draw out his sword.

Christine's eyes were in fear once more and whispered, "What are you doing…?"

Erik suddenly leapt forward and to Christine's surprise, Raoul was right behind her.

Raoul backed away, "Let her go!"

Erik snarled, "And what will you do, Vicomte? Get your special servants to throw me in jail? I have not even harmed her…"

"You can't claim her as yours when she loves me! You can't force someone to love you!" Raoul snapped back.

Erik laughed coldly, "And when did you fall in love with her Vicomte? When you saw her performance of 'Think of Me'? So let's just say she didn't performed, would you have given her a second glance? Would you remember her?"

Christine from behind Erik began to wonder.

What her Angel had said was true. What if she did not perform? What if she did not become the Opera's new Prima Donna? Would Raoul have noticed her if she stayed as a dancer? Would he have loved her as much as he claimed he did? More importantly, did he really know her that well enough to just come in so quickly into her life and announce his love?

Christine began to frown.

Raoul looked a bit taken back. There was nervousness dancing in his eyes.

Then, he merely shook his head in disgust, "Of course I love her! And she loves me! This is true love! What you say, you Evil Soul will not change anything!"

Erik frowned angrily and then step to the side, allowing Raoul to see Christine, "Then go ahead…Take her…"

Raoul smirked and gently held out his hand, "Come Christine, let's leave…Leave this creature alone…"

Suddenly, Christine shook her head and backed away, "No Raoul…"

Erik himself looked shocked.

Raoul looked confused, "Christine, it's me Raoul! What's wrong?"

Christine shook her head again, "My Angel is right..." and she turned and ran.

Christine felt the cold air of winter against her face and her long brown curls flying behind. She had to get away. The feeling she felt was something she could not understand. But she knew that Raoul was the last person she wanted to see right now.

Then, after a distance, she stopped to take a breath. Her throat was dry and she crumpled to the ground. Even in winter, her tears would not freeze up and she slowly felt them falling to the ground.

"I have been deceived…Raoul, how could you!" she cried in anger.

Then, her tears turned to sadness, 'Angel…I am sorry, I have deceived you…"

"Wandering child…" a soft voice whispered in her ear.

Christine froze as she felt a hand caress her cheek softly.