This Fanfic is the work of me and my two friends Jade and Breana. This is our favorite love story rewritten. Enjoy. Comments are appreciated.

CPOV

"Raoul, look, your future wife," I said, "Isn't it wonderful! We'll get married and runaway to America." Raoul had his arms tight around my waist as we moved across the dance floor. His eyes gazed into mine as I forced the deceiving words of love from my lips.

"A best kept secret is one formed by love," Raoul exclaimed looking down to it fell around my neck; the symbol of our fake love. I had worn the small golden, diamond ring on the thin silver chain for the week we had been engaged. It hung around my neck as a reminder to me that I was not with the one I truly loved.

"You two make the most beautiful couple," Meg said as she twirled by us and danced away.

"She's right you know. We are a wonderful couple, but that's only because I'm with a perfect angel. You are all mine." Raoul whispered to me. Without realizing it, we had stopped dancing. The next thing I knew Raoul was leaning down to kiss me, but the whole time all I could think about was 'him'.

*FLASHBACK*

I twirled the golden ring between my fingers. Raoul had purposed to me just an hour ago. looking at it more closely in the low candle light of my room, I saw that it had een engraved. 'No love has ever een more true,' i chuckled lowly to myself. That was such a lie, I thought to myself. Though I cared for Raoul, even had loved him, I did not wish to e his wife.

I heard the footsteps before 'He' appreared in the mirrior. Sliding open 'his' door, his sweet, dark secent poured into my room.

"You saw his purposal, didn't you?"

"I did," his honey-like voice wrapped around me like a blanket. I stood and ran into his warm open arms. "You said yes..."

"I didn't know how to say no. I do not love him, but..."

"In the light of day, you are his." His voice was coated in ice.

"I belong to the night." I leaned back to gaze into his ice blue eyes, the ones that had always held love for me. He held my hand up and slid the ring off.

"Keep up the act with him, but DO NOT wear HIS ring on your finger," his voice was low and stern. He leaned down, holding my face gently. "You belong to ME!" his warm lips pressed to mine. I let the darkness of him flood my soul. I was HIS.

*End Of Flashback*

Raoul pulled away, smiling like a blind fool. The music had stopped and everyone around us were staring up to the top of the stairs. I didn't even have to look to know who they were staring at. 'He' slowly began to slowly desend the stairs.

"Well, I believe I did not recieve my invation to this wonderous Masqurade." Raoul steppedin front of me like a sheild.

"You are not welcome here," Raoul's voice was low and commanding. People began to back away, giving a full open path between us and the Phantom.

"I'm not welcome? In my opera house?"

"It's not yours!" Monsieur Richard Firmin, one of the owners of the opera house, challenged 'him'.

The Phantom's eyes locked on me, trapping me in his ice cold stare.

"Oh, ut Monsieur Firmin, this is mine. It's my home." He began to walk toward me. "The girl is mine, as well."

"Christine will never be yours!" Raoul drew his sword.

"Come, my dear." The Phantom held out his hand to me. As if pulled by an invisible force, I stepped around Raoul. He grabbed at my wrist, but it slipped through. The Phantom wrapped his arms around my waist and held on tightly. "You," He gripped onto the thin silver chain, "Belong," he began to pull, anger filled his eyes, "TO ME!" the chain snapped and the floor dropped out from under him.

Moving quickly, Raoul followed him, dropping in the hole below my feet. Meg grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs. We ran to my room, away from where my love disappeared.