It's not everyday when you look at someone and not know that they're a spy. Christine Daae- also known as Cat to her friends was one of them. Though she only had one- she wouldn't risk a friend's life.She was an assassin by night, and a vocalist by day. She was two different people, with two different worlds in her sight. So who would suspect that one of thecountry's greatest singers was also a cold blooded murderer. But she was also in love, with a man she had never met. And so began her day, or should we say, her day in darkness...

The man smiled sickeningly at her in the bar, inside Christine felt like throwing up but Cat knew what to do.

"My shift's done in ten. What doyou say we go over to my flat?" Christine whispered in his ear as she handed him a drink. He nodded eagerly not knowing who this woman was. But Christine knewall about him: Peter Russauv- one of the world's most prominent weapons dealer. He traded broken weapons for deadly ones that he had created himself. But where he was a genius at machinery, he was an idiot when it came to women.

Christine sighed as she wiped dry a beer glassand glanced at the clock. She had justbeen employed for three days, and already her time as a bartender had come to an end.4 minutes to go. She glanced at her apperance in the wall length mirror behind the bar, and studied her blonde hair and blue eyes. No one had even assumed she was the leading pop star in America, imported from England some time ago after her training was complete. Smiling again at the man, she mentally reminded herself to find her clear eyes contacts and to wach out the temporary hair dye. After tomorrow, she would be going on another tour for two reasons: 1: to sing and 2: to hunt down her prey. She had firmly told herself a long time ago to not put herself in a relationship with a man, it helped her to keep her icy stature. 5... 4...3...2...1...let the show begin.

"Andre, I'm done for the night." Untying the apron, she stored it under the counter. "Oh, and by the way- I quit." Christine added cooly as she clasped her prey's hand leaving the bar and entering the night. He drunkenly tried to kiss her but she pushed him away. In her nineteen years of living, she hadn't been kissed by a guy yet and kissless she'd remain. "Now, now, now Russauv- don't spoil my fun." She led him down a wide alleyway, and at once Peter was supicious. "Don't worry, my flat's through those streets. You want me to tell you a secret?"

Peter nodded as he stepped closer to her. She whirled around, grasping her two medium length blades in the process. "You won't ever see it." she said calmly, as sliced his stomache with one blade and plunged the other into his chest. He slumped to the ground and a minute later, Christine checked for a pulse: nothing.

"It seems mademiouselle, that we were sent for the same man." A rich baritone voice swung through the air, as a man in black jeans and a long sleeved shirt approached her. When he came closer, she saw the black half mask he wore covering his eyes. "But are we on the same side?" He drew out his long blade, grasping it by the silver hilt that was decorated with a web of silver, a skull and a rose. Christine crouched down as she grabbed one of her weapons out of the man's chest. Grasping each in hand, she began to attack furiously as he calmly blocked each half sword with one movement of his own. He seemed bored, like he was playing with her or testing her even.

"Who are you?" she managed to ask as she side stepped his blade.

"My friends call me by my name. But my enemies know me as the Phantom. And you?"

"The Angel of Music flutters her wings. but in a second she becomes the Angel of Death."

"Well lovely to meet you Angel, but you bore me. I propose a match: 2 out of three hits. Winner claims the victory." He said motioning to the dead body. Christine shook her head.

"It was my assignment and I killed him. I have every right to claim his death for my 'people'" Christine snapped referring to her group of assasins.

"Ah, but I never said I would let you return with him alive. Nice outfit by the way." the Phantom said motioning to her clothes. She wore tight sweats and a tight dark brown leather jacket that would usually match her hair. She paused for a moment, before making her move ripping part ofhis sleeve open where he could see a blood rose tatooed on his shoulder. She stood there standing and just stared atthe same tatoothat she had on her right shoulder blade.He took his moment and slashed her stomache, as blood dripped out of the injury.

"I might as well know your name. I'llfind out anyway when I get backto head quarters. She unzipped her leather jacket and he stared at her quizically. Was she trying to seduce him? Turning aroundhe saw that next to theright strap of her black tanktop was the same rose.

"How did you come to get this assignment?" the Phantom asked. Why would two agents be needed for one kill?

She shrugged. "Andre and Firmin are my contacts. They let me know whenI have a new "client." otherwise I'm busy in the daytime working. Your name?"

"Erik."

"Well a pleasure to meet you Erik, but I must take my leave." She picked up the body and shrugged it over her shoulder.

"Oh so I do not have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Erik snapped. Already he was amused yet annoyed at this woman.

"Why? For allI know, you may be my next assignment." Shejumped up onto the recycling bin and dissapeared into an abandoned building, leaving behind asword. He picked it up, the silver blade a contrast to his black gloves. Embossed on both sides of the tip of the blade was a rose.

okay so the start ofmy second fanfic. It's really odd I know- a big contrast to the workings of my first one. Butdon't worry: I'll be working double time on both stories, so I WILL be continuing the first one...

-BloodRose