Autnor's note- Yeah, yeah. I know there are already alot of fics like this but ya know what, I don't care. *sticks out tounge*
The Proposal

Erik sat at his organ and started playing, before long the melody changed from Mozart to Angel Of Music. Angrily Erik beat down on the keys and started cursing. Why did she continue to haunt him?
"Maybe because you still love her," came a voice.
Erik jumped up, grabbing his punjab lasso in the process, and spun around to face the owner of the voice. He expected to find some one standing in front of him, but no one was there. " ''Where are you?" Erik growled."Show yourself!" Erik could feel the Phantom rising up inside of him, anger slowly taking over. Then he heard someone plucking out a few notes on his organ. Instantly he spun around to see a young girl, no more than thirteen, sitting on his bench. She had long,silver hair that reached to the small of her back, she wore a white dress with jewels and designs sewn into the fabric. "Temper, temper," she mutterd, then turned to face Erik. The former Opera Ghost couldn't help but gasp. Her face was even more distorted then his own, but at the same time she looked perfect. She had deep purple eyes that showed, despite her young appearance, she was very old and wise.
After a moment of staring, he glared at her with the full force of the Phantom. She just stared back, unfased.
"Who are you?" he commanded. She smiled and chuckled, then her mood changed and she became sad.
"I was supposed to be your child's gaurdian angel," she answered in a mournful voice."I was so ready to finally fullfill my purpose, but then Christine left with that boy. You have no idea how bad it shattered my heart to watch her expose your face to the world."
Erik stared at the strange creature who sat at his organ. She did seem genuinally upset, but Erik didn't want pity.
"So you pity me!" Erik spat. "Just like Christine." The girl glared at him and shook her head, but then she began to cry.
"I pity what you have had to go through in your life,'' she said. "Not your face. I also came to give you something that will help us both."
Erik was confused, this thing's emotions were seriously uncontrollable, his gut told him not to trust her. Then again, his shatterd heart was thundering inside his chest, telling him to do what she said. In the end, the battle between common sense and curiosity ended, curiosity got the better of him.
"And what have you come to give me?" he asked. "And how does it help us?"
The creature smiled and stood. Suddenly a small flame erupted in her hand and Erik watched as it grew into a flaming ball. She then proceeded to walk towards Erik, her eyes fixed upon the flaming ball she held in her hand.
"This is a new soul, it will grow inside it's mother's womb and become yours," She explained. "But the only way for it to be yours is if you give it your essance."
Erik looked at the angel and then back at the "new soul" in her hand.
"How do I do that?" he asked. "And who is the mother?"
"Sing to it," The creature commanded. "Christine shall carry it. I cannot say when you will meet your child, and cannot promise you will be able raise it. But wether or not this child ever sees you, it will always, deep down, love you."
For the first time in a long time Erik smiled. Someone was going to love him, and not only that, but Chritine was going to bear his child. His child. "So," came the angel's voice. "Do you accept my proposal?" Erik nodded. "Then sing to your child."
So Erik sang, he sang his heart out. He felt tears roll down his cheeks as her poured his soul out to his child.

Beautiful baby from the outside in Chase your dreams, but always know the road That will lead you home again Go on, take on this whole world But to me you'll always be My little girl

Erik hadn't ment to say the last part, but then he decided that he would like to have a little girl. The angel smiled at him and joined his music with her own inhuman voice Both of them sang to the soul and watched as it started spinning. Then in a quick flash of light both the angel and "new soul" was gone.
Erik fell to his knees and he cried, but these were not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy.

Author's note- The lyrics are from a sng called My Little Girl by Tim McGraw. Anyway, please R