Chapter 1

**** Evangeline's POV ****

I had gone to bed that night, thinking that we had just met a mad man. After all he had said that Erik and I would be given the chance to relive our lives. I know that we had humored him, almost laughing him off, but despite that I still felt strange after words. However I put that off to perhaps some lingering anxiety for having almost losing my son.

When I awoke, I was immediately confused. First off I was alone, I could have sworn that I had fallen asleep in Erik's arms. Second I was not in the Underground Lair, instead I was in a bedroom that I had not been in for years, not since the April when I though Erik left me. Finally there was knocking coming from the door to the room.

"Evangeline?" I heard an older women's voice call from behind the door. "Are you coming down for breakfast?"

I found that I could not answer; all I could do was sit up in bed and stare at the door dumbfounded. The door knob turned allowing the door to swing open. Standing in the doorway was an old lady with thick gray hair and hazel eyes. I just stared at her in further disbelief. I knew her, it was my Grandmother… my Mémé, but she had been dead for almost 14 years.

She stared at me, her eyes full of worry and concern. "Are you feeling alright dear?" she asked.

"Yes, I am fine. I will be down in a little bit," I answered.

Mémé looked at me, studying my face, "Are you certain that you alright dear? You look a little pale."

"I am certain," I confirmed, turning myself so that my feet fell upon the floor.

"Then I suppose I shall see you at the table," she said closing the door.

"Of course Mémé," I said. As soon as I heard the door click close, I sprang up from my bed and flew over to the mirror.

I looked into the mirror and was surprised by my reflection. My blonde hair as expected was a bit of a mess from just getting out of bed, but I looked younger. Much younger than I was suppose be. By my appearance I could not be more than 18 years old.

"This is impossible," I thought running my fingers through my hair. Could it even be possible that the man who said we were to relive our lives again was correct? "No" I muttered, "It must have been a dream. A very realistic dream, but a dream none the less."

The thought caused my heart to sink down to my stomach. It had been just a dream. There was no Antoinette, the Daroga, Gabriel, or Erik. That made me feel even worse, I had fallen in love with someone that did not even exist. Something deep down inside of me told me to stop thinking about it, telling me, urging me to believe that it had been real.

I tied my hair up with a dark blue ribbon before getting into a simple yet elegant mating blue dress with white ribbons around the end of the sleeves. After which I walked over to my bedroom door and opened it, before exiting the room I looked over across the room to the window seat. A memory flashed before my eyes, when Erik had broken into my room from the window, how he had sung to me, how he almost took me as his own but then decided against it, how he felt ashamed about it the next morning.

As I walked down stairs, my mind was flooded with more thoughts and memories. Seeing them it seemed unfair that they had been part of a dream. That was it, I decided then that I would prove to myself to whether it had been a dream or not. I would go to the Opera House, find my way underground, if I found Erik or any sign of him down there then it wasn't a dream. If he wasn't I would put it behind me, submit to the fact that it was a dream.

**** Erik's POV ****

My home had been searched from top to bottom. They had to be around here somewhere, we had just been reunited after years of being apart, and there was no way they would leave. I had awoken that morning to find Gabriel and Evangeline missing. Since then I had been ripping apart my home in search of them.

But even after an hour of searching I had yet to find anything, Just my luck, I have my wife back in my arms, had a family for perhaps 12 hours and I lose them. I sat down on my piano bench, my head within my hands, "Where on earth could they be?" I muttered. Every room had been searched, yet I had found nothing nit even anything to suggest or prove that they had even once been there.

It was as I lifted my head and casually glance around my music room that I realized what had happened. My mannequin stood silently in its alcove. But it was not in Evangeline's appearance instead it had thick curly chocolate brown hair with matching brown eyes…it was Christine. It had not looked like that for years.

So, that mad man was apparently not as mad as he appeared to be. He must have been a stray angel or demon, did he not seem to radiate with power, it did not matter either way. I had been given a second chance, a chance to rebuild my life. But how far back exactly had the man send me?

There was only one way to find out, and it was above my head. I put on my black wig and my white mask, topping it all off with a black fedora. I left my home as quick as I could, I climbed up to the Opera House.

It thankfully was in one piece, with no sign of having ever been damaged or redesigned. I was back at least as far back as my dropping of the crystal chandelier. To find out how far back exactly I was I listened to those who walked past as they talked about the gossip of the day.

"I heard that Monsieur Lefévre is retiring at the end of the week," said one of them.

"I doubt that. The Opera Ghost has been up to something more than usual," said another, "What kind of man would leave people in charge of a house with a ghost running amuck."

"According to Bouquet, he is close to finding and capturing the ghost," said the first. I could not help but to smile and laugh inwardly, no matter how hard that chief of the flies tried he would find me, let alone catch me.

Fate had seen it fit to place me back to the time before my life had taken a turn for the worse. It was my chance, to change my life and make it better than it had ever been before. I had to go find Evangeline as quick as possible.

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A/N: Well I typed this up quicker than I thought I would so I am uploading it early. Here we have it folks the first chapter of the sequel to my story THE PHANTOM. Man this has been a long time coming folks, I have almost literally have known how I wanted to do this story since LAST year. So as you can imagine it is SO nice to be able to officially start this. Trust me folks this story will be totally worth the read, I have it basically all planned out. There will be so many characters in this one that weren't seen in THE PHANTOM. This story will follow the story presented in Andrew Lloyd Webbers award winning show, with some Gaston Leroux character thrown into the mix with maybe another occasional few from a certain other French Novel turned musical. That is all I will say for now, but I do hope that you all shall follow this story to the very end.