Hello people! This is a completly different story than the original Angels Belong Together, but with the same title because I like it. For those of you that read my other stories; I have deleted White's Journey. Too much going on, and I only want to have three long stories being worked on at a time. Sorry to disapoint. (I do not think I spelled that right).

Anyway summary: When Christine Daae decides to sing again, she attracts the attention of the Angel of Music. All is well, until he starts to act possessive and frightening. Can these two lost souls love each other?

VERY innocent Christine (You will see later on)

Creepy and dark Erik

Here we go, I hope you enjoy it, I am horrid at making summaries and I don't own Phantom!

Fourteen-year-old Christine smiled softly as she walked up to her new high school. Ever since she could remember, she had been home-schooled. She wanted to go to public school when her father died, but her guardian, Mrs. Valerius, would not hear any of it. "Mama Valerius" was a deeply religious elderly lady and wanted the best for Christine, so she hired a tutor for her young charge. Unfortunately, for four painful years, Christine hated the man. He just wasn't the teacher her father was. Finally, over the summer Christine convinced her to enroll in the local school.

Christine was feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness. According to what her guidance counselor said, she would be thrown into the sophomore class. The only person she knew was her friend, Meg Giry. She was quite young, not having a birthday until December, but she still made the cut-off.

As she entered Chester High School, she felt many eyes on her. She touched her blonde hair soothingly, and went over to her friend.

Christine could tell that Meg had many friends and admirers around the school. It wasn't that she was gorgeous, but of her fun-loving and bubbly personality. She had long black hair and eyes to match.

Meg's eyes sparkled with happiness. She ran over to Christine, "Oh, Christine you're here!" She pulled the shy girl over to the crowd she was talking to.

She said to them, "Guys, this is Christine Daaé! Christine this is Jamie, Sara, Lucy and Maddie." As Christine looked at the girls, she suddenly felt self-conscious. She didn't wear any makeup, and her clothes were ordinary. Jamie was very small, and was wearing a very expensive-looking dress. Lucy and Maddie were twins, and both had designer makeup and beautiful brown hair. Sara had an expensive low-cut sweater. She felt very out of place, having done nothing with her hair, and wearing her simple t-shirt with jeans.

Christine said timidly, "Hello." The girls seemed to be judging her based on what she looked like. Mama Valerius had barely been able to afford for her to be home-schooled, and they were defiantly not rich like these girls.

The girls said a half-hearted hi, and continued to talk to Meg. Not wanting to intrude, Christine went to find her locker. She finally arrived at 45A. She was quite excited to have her own locker, and it only took a few tries to open it. She glanced at her schedule, to see that first block was Algebra 2 H and groaned. During the summer, she took tests to see if she could get into AP. She didn't know how she passed any of them, with the horrible tutor she had.

Christine stepped into the Algebra room to see the class staring at her. It wasn't her fault that she was late. She got lost and didn't want to look like an idiot. Too late.

The teacher, Miss Townshend called, "Hello Miss Daaé." She gave Christine a genuine smile of understanding. Christine couldn't help but smile back.

Miss Townshend turned to the class, "Guys, this is Christine Daaé. She just transferred here after being home-schooled."

She then said to Christine, "Do you have anything to share about yourself?" Christine's smile fell. She hated when teachers did this in movies, and now it was real. It you didn't answer, you were a jerk, and if you did, it should be something interesting.

She cleared her throat, "Well… my Dad was originally from Sweden. He came to New York to get a better life." Christine didn't say anything else. There was only one thing about herself that she found interesting. Christine used to love to sing, but when her father died, so did her song. She hurriedly sat down in the first empty seat she laid eyes on. Meg was not in this class, so she had to stick to herself.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Since Christine thought about her father, familiar sadness crept up again. Throughout the day, her eyes threatened to spill tears, and it took all her strength not to cry. Her father would always play the violin as she sang. They were the greatest team. Before she knew it, the day was over, and she got back on the school bus.

When Christine arrived back home, Mama Valerius had a plate of cookies waiting for her.

She scolded her guardian as she took one, "Mama, you shouldn't have." Christine remembered when she came up with the cute pet name. Christine's mother died when she was two, and Mama Valerius was their kind neighbor. She came around a lot to help her father, and the nickname just happened.

Mama Valerius replied, "Oh, it's alright Christine. You know how much I love cooking." It was true. Even at the age of 80, she was still cooking dinner, even though Christine offered to do it.

Her guardian inquired about her day, and Christine gave her a satisfactory recollection. She described how Meg was in all, but one of her classes.

At one instance, Mama Valerius interrupted, "Christine, I think you should start singing again. You were really good." Christine sighed, for her guardian almost always brought this up after a long conversation.

"I can't. That stopped when I was ten." She used this as an excuse, each time they talked about it, and usually Valerius would give up.

Today, however she replied, "Your father would have wanted you to continue on Christine." With that, Mama Valerius walked off to catch her television program, leaving Christine to ponder, and start her homework.

A man walked through the darkening streets. He fixed his green, wise eyes on a theatre, but continued. The man was from Iran and getting older. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath. The years were finally catching up with him. The Iranian was supposed to meet a criminal here in Chester, who knew about the string of murders back in New York City.

"Mr. Nadir Khan?"

Nadir flinched as he heard his name. He really didn't want to die before he figured things out. Khan turned to see the man he met in the city.

He asked, "So, what do you have for me?"

The criminal threw a file down at his feet. Apparently, he was well connected to things like that.

He said to Nadir, "Don't know why you need these. All strangled to death though. And thanks for the large pay." Nadir nodded and picked up the file. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the movement of a shadow. He knew too well, what this shadow was.

He backed up and said to the criminal, "I would suggest you leave."

He waved a carefree hand, "No, I'm going to have a smoke." Nadir could stay no longer or he'd be in big trouble. He felt the familiar chill against his neck. He relayed his advice once more, before practically running out of there.

The next day, the paper talked about the criminal's death.

Hope you guys enjoyed it. Let me know what you guys think, and how I can improve. Personally, I think descriptions are the hardest. By the way: I like the 1989 version of Phantom. Anyone else? Robert Englund is just so awesome in that movie!