A/N: Yes! Sequel! I know you're excited.

Just a note, the last story was short and straight to the point. I'm hoping to make the chapters longer here. Also, I updated basically every day. Well, finals are coming up, and I'm really busy, but I'll try and update as much as possible.

Also, thanks to all my reviewers from Un Amour, Un Duree de Vie. Hope this meets your expectations!

And now…

Mon Ange, Mon Fantôme

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It was dark, very dark. I was surrounded by water, lake water, to be specific, and there were candles, and there was music, beautiful music….. and, him.

I woke up sobbing, as usual. I'd had this dream every night since I'd moved into Raoul's estate. I dreamt of… him, all the time. But they weren't nightmares, no. They were better described as longings.

I longed to see his face again, hear his music, his voice, to feel safe in his arms. But I was to be married soon. I loved Raoul, oh, yes, there was no doubting that. I loved him with most of my heart.

Most of it.

The rest of my heart had been left in the Opera Populaire. In the catacombs, in the hands of a certain deformed musical genius.

Raoul had noticed that I was unhappy and depressed. He tried very, very hard to cheer me up, there was no doubting that.

But I refused to cheer up. Not until I saw him again. And Raoul knew that.

"Christine," he said that morning when I came out to breakfast. "You're never happy. You wake up sobbing in the middle of the night, and in the morning. You always look so distant, as if you're imagining you're there. I don't know what to do anymore." He threw his hands in the air for emphasis. "I give up."

"Raoul, I try, too. I try to forget," I said honestly. "But I can't. It's etched in my mind perfectly, like one of his drawings." I bit my lip. "It's a part of me."

"I know," he said. "Which is why I refuse to marry you."

"What?" I said in pure disbelief. Was I imagining this?

"You love the Phantom of the Opera more than me, Christine," he said simply. "And I'm not going to keep you from him."

"Raoul, I love you, too," I assured him.

"I know," he said. "I know you do."

We sat there in silence for several minutes.

"Well," he said as he sat up from the breakfast table, "you don't want to keep him waiting, do you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, standing up as well.

"I expect he'll be quite unhappy with me," he said to himself, "but you'll be fine. Now, the carriage is waiting. I'll accompany you to Paris, but I'm not dealing with him."

My heart leaped with joy. "Raoul, thank you!" I exclaimed, hugging him hard. "Thank you!"

I couldn't contain my excitement. I was going to see him again! I was going to be with my Erik, my only true love.

"You know," I said during the hour long drive to Paris, "If you get lonely at the estate, you could always visit the Giry's. They'd be happy to see you."

"I'm sure they would," he said. He looked at me with love, pure love, and I returned the gaze.

"Besides," I added with a giggle, "I heard Meg has taken a liking to you."

Raoul smiled at the abrupt change in my mood, and blushed a bit at my comment about Meg. I knew he'd be perfectly happy without me. Maybe there was hope for him and Meg…

But I wouldn't think about that. My only thought on the long drive to the opera was Erik.

Erik.

Erik.

Erik, Erik, Erik.

My angel.