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Christine POV

Just another day. Who knew that living in a mansion, having your own personal maid and chefs, and fine horses would be a dull life? Nothing ever changed here. Atleast at the Opera House there had been change. The Opera House. How I missed my life there. Sorelli and Jammes spreading herrendous rumors about anything and everything. I, of course, still got the fame. Everywhere I went someone would say "Look! Christine Daae, the famous soprano!" or "There! It's the phantom's protege!" Oh Erik. He was now supposively composing at the opera. Who knew? Of course Raoul never let me see one of his opera's. Hell, he didn't even let me touch the steps of the Opera House! Life was so... plain here...

I went down the steps to retrieve the morning paper from, Jaqueline, our finest maid. I sat down at my normal seat at the dining room. Raoul wasn't there. Nothing new. He was probably at the nearest pub. Ever since the Opera House he's been drinking himself to death. Wouldn't be suprised if he's visited a few brothels lately either. He's supposed to my fiance. He's definately changed from the little boy I knew from the house by the sea. I didn't want to think of how things were. I shook my head. It was a just a phase. The Raoul I knew would come back soon. He had to. I held back the tears that were threatning to fall. I pushed all thoughts of Raoul to the side.

I looked down at the newspaper in front of me. There were three murders in Bath, England. Why it was in a French newspaper? I have no idea. Under that though was a sight that stopped my heart. In huge, bold letters it said:

"Phantom Puts On Don Juan"

I froze and read on.

"The Opera that resulted in the famous disaster will have another go composed, and acted out by the phantom himself. Miss. Marguerite Giry will be playing the role of Aminta, and Monsieur Erik Destler, the Phantom, shall play Don Juan. Further roles are not yet casted. Opera is scheduled for May 15, 2010." I stared at the paper for what seemed of an eternity. He was putting on Don Juan again? With Meg as Aminta? I looked at the right side of the paper. There was a painted picture of them rehearsing. Under the caption read "Rumors seek that Mademoiselle Giry and Monsieur Destler are supposively engaged." Deep down I prayed to God it wasn't true. I did infact care for Erik, but his face stopped be from any feelings of love.

Perhaps I could go to this opera. Raoul and I. When he gets home at around 3:30am I'll ask him. I rolled my eyes. He would be already ravished by the drink. How can one go to the pub this early? It's literally disgusting. I think I'll go into town today to see this opera's progress so far. Just then Dorothy brought out breakfast.

"Are you alright, master?" She asked. I nodded.

"Very fine, thank you." I smiled to her.

"Do you need anything else, master?" She questioned me.

"No, thank you." She smiled at me, curtsied, then walked away. Everything was so damned elegant around here. It just rubbed be the wrong way. My thoughts were interrupted by someone coming through the door. I looked up and saw Raoul standing in the threshold. He smiled at me. I didn't smell any lingering scent of liquor. He was actually sober?

"Hello Lotte." He smiled and sat down beside me. "How's breakfast?"

"Splendid. Raoul may ask you something?" I questioned. He chuckled.

"You just did." He grinned. I rolled my eyes. He was always making a joke of everything.

"Seriously though, may I?" I looked down at my food ignoring any type of eye contact.

"Of course." He said rather slowly.

"I was reading the paper this morning." I started and sighed. "And I would like to go see the next opera... May we go?" I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"What's the opera?" He questioned me. He was actually willing to go? I sighed again. He would never let us go if I told him but I had to.

"Don Juan." I held my breath and crossed my fingers. I raised my head to see his facial expression. He looked absolutely flabbergasted.

"He's putting it on, isn't he? He said with fear in his tone. I just nodded for I couldn't find my voice. He sighed once more.

"For you... we'll go. Just stay near me. You have to be my side at all times. I will never trust that... thing..." He said. He was letting me go, but he was calling my Angel of Music a thing? How dare he! Anger was boiling and pulsing inside my veins. I refused to show my anger though. I wanted to go... desperately!

"Thank you Raoul!" I hugged him even though I wanted to strangle him. "It premieres next week." I smiled.

"We'll get seats then, Lotte." He grinned at me.

I was one step closer to seeing Erik!

Erik's POV

"Stop! You were flat on that last note Caroline!" I screamed through gritted teeth. I felt an arm on my shoulder and turned around. It was my fiance, Meg.

"Honey you need to relax." She said with her best pouty face.

"I can't! We perform in a week's time." He said while rubbing his temples.

"Take a break and let Thomas take over." She replied. Thomas was an exquisite assistant. Very talented for his age. I nodded. They were definately in good hands.

"Thomas can you take over? I'm taking a break." I said still staring into Meg's eyes.

"Of course monsieur take as long as you need." Thomas called.

"Follow me." Meg whispered. "You have got a full house you know?" She now returned to her normal tone. "Every seat is sold. Even box five." She giggled.

"Who bought box five?" He questioned.

"de Changy." She stopped. That caught my attention immediately.

"Christine?" I stuttered out.

"I talked to her this morning. They both stopped by to see which seats weren't sold." She smiled. "She didn't want me to tell you, but I guess she wants to see you again." She winked at me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"I'm engaged...to you! Isn't she married to the Vicomte anyway?" I asked.

"Engaged. Married in a few months." She replied rather quickly. I nodded.

"Meg!" Thomas shouted. "You're on!" Her eyes went wide.

"Erik, I'll see you in a few minutes."

I stood and watched the love of my life as she ran down to the stage to sing her aria. She was the love of my life was she not? Why would Christine want to see me? These kind of questions filled my brain. I shook my head.
Only one week and I would see my Christine again...

(A/N I don't like this chapter. :/ It gets better! I promise. Please review!)