Prologue

"Christine, I love you..." and that was the last I saw her...before my death. She was my only living bride and she was the most precious there was. But she left me. . .to die from her murderous ways; to take my heart with her and live her 'happily ever after' with the Viscount.

The only thing I regret was to ever fall in love. I can't take back the fact I was born to an unloving mother or to have had another love in my teenage years but she committed suicide after she saw my face (she accidentally ran off the edge of the roof) or that Christine came into my life. It was the fact that I became overly obsessed with her. That's what led to my death.

Daroga was there. He saw me suffer and he cried for me. The only person I ever trusted was crying...for me. Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light... how true those words are. And, once again, just for Christine. Her spirit soared her gala night and right up to Don Juan Triumphant but she was quite the little Aminta. She loved me but she was but a child and couldn't realize it until it was too late.

You've past the point of no return... once she kissed me, she knew, but I turned her away because of everything that was happening. Yes, the building was collapsing and the police were after me. I couldn't afford to lose my love because of my actions. I lost her to another man but I know he will love her the way I could have...I may hate him but he's the only one I trust with my precious Christine...

Christine...I love you...