A/N: Hello world of phandom. So this is my first fanfic. I'm really excited about writing it, and i appreaciate any critisim! Though please, no flames. Thank you. Also, this is mostly based on the ALW version (Still reading Kay so forgive me,) Anyways, onward we Go!

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Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or POTO

Chapter 1: Shadows from a Rose

"Red is the colour of love,

Red is the colour of anger,

Is red good or bad?"

-Dancing through the Storm

"Christine! Wait up!" I heard Meg call after me. I turned around to face her, stopping in mid walk. I had to stop from laughing out loud as the blonde girl ran towards me, purse, bag, and hair billowing behind. Grinning I saw her stop beside me, huffing and puffing.

"You run pretty fast for a girl in heels." I smiled at her small form bent over to regain composure.

"If you had not left so soon I wouldn't be running." Meg looked up, her face flushed. I giggled.

"You should have called me if you wanted to." I showed her my pink cell phone that I had just hung up on, moments before Meg came crashing through the street.

"..I DID." Meg gave out a frustrated sigh. I tucked a loose brown curl behind my ear and smiled at Meg.

"I'm sorry Meg, I just..kinda.."

"Raoul called you didn't he!" Meg burst out. Her mood changing instantly with the mention of Raoul. "O.M.G. TELL ME!" She blurted out as she tried to rearrange her belongings on her shoulders again.

"He just called..and I forgot to wait for you.I'm sorry Meg...he distracted me." I began to move again as she gushed out beside me.

"Christine forget about me, just fill me in on the hottie!" Megs eyes were shinning and I was afraid they were going pop out of her head.

"Well…" I started, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Raoul and I were just beginning a relationship. After all the years at the cottage, the days we spent at the sea shore, walking along the beach. We were child sweethearts.. and to meet him again in freshman year of University was like remembering the times long ago. I felt happy with him, and I felt like we had a really good connection.

"Oh, comm'on Christine! He's head over heels for you! Plus he is the most gorgeous guy on campus!"

"I'm not into him like that Meg."

"I know I know. Your more of the get-to-know-him type. Blah blah blah."

"…Raoul is just a really nice.. guy. He's like my best friend."

"Hmmph?"

"Guy friend. No one can be my best friend other than you Meg." Meg seemed happy with this response and rolled her eyes.

"A HOTT guy friend. AND rich!"

"MEG!"

"He is!" Meg turned to face me, looking innocent. I looked at her with my emerald eyes shaking my head.

"Meg..meg..meg.." I scolded playfully.

"Well HE IS. You have to face the facts Christine." I rolled me eyes at her comment.

"Don't roll those doe eyes on me little miss diva." Meg smirked.

"Don't you have somewhere to go?"

"No." We started to laugh again as we neared my house.

"Meg, you want to come in?" I asked as I started to part into the driveway.

"Nah, can't, shopping." I raised an eyebrow.

"Meg.."

"Its addictive!" Meg defended, putting both hands on her hips.

"So you're blowing me off for shopping?" I acted hurt, staring at her blue eyes. Meg shaked her head no and continued walking down the street.

"I have a blind date, tonight, and as much as I want to hang out.. I have to wear something new." Meg causally said, as though everyone knew that it was a crime to wear something from last month.

I chuckled lightly studying Meg as she walked away. She truly was hilarious in her own way.

Blowing a loose strand out of my eyes I walked up the main steps to the house. A sunset was almost upon the city now, and lights were twinkling in the houses surrounding the well-off neighbourhood. Frowning I noticed that all the lights were off. Dad was supposed to be home from work. It was well past 6 by now…

I twisted the key into the lock and creaked open the door. Stepping into the silent house I fumbled with the key and closed the door behind me.

"Dad? Hello? Anybody home?" I called out. Switching on the lights, the marble foyer lit up and I kicked off my boots and pulled my cell out of my pocket. Standing next to the door I furrowed my brow as I noticed that I had no waiting calls. Dad always called me if he was late or hung up at work. Sighing I slipped the phone into my coat pocket and was about to proceed into taking it off when I say something catch my eyes. Curious I tiptoed into the dark empty kitchen down the hallway and switched on the lights.

"What?" I mumbled as I looked at the beautiful flower. A red petaled and thorn less flower sat on the marble counter and stood out over all the new appliances in the kitchen. Walking over to it, I gently picked it up with my fingers. My fingers brushed past a silky black ribbon that was tied gently around the rose. Smiling, I silently thanked Dad for the gift. Staring at it more closely, I frowned, how was he there to leave it here? It certainly wasn't there when he had left this morning..

I dropped the rose like it had burned my fingertips and stared at it in shock. Someone had been here. Not my dad, not me, not Meg…I started to feel my breath become shaky. I quickly dove for my cell phone in my pocket and dialled in the number I knew by heart.

"872 9002" I whispered as though I couldn't dial without saying it. Hearing it ring I paced the kitchen, shaking, and hoping he would pick up and tell me he had left the rose earlier. Not that I knew why he would leave me a rose…Maybe Raoul? But for Raoul to break into my house?! Suddenly I knew that my footsteps weren't the only noise in the house. There was ringing coming from the table. Turning slightly in fear I gulped as I saw the vibrating phone ring away. It was Dad's phone.

I took a deep breath. So maybe he was home? But why were the lights off? Fearfully I pressed the 'off' button and the phone stopped its connection. Clinging to the phone like a life line I walked over to the phone when a voice rang out above.

"CHRISTINE!" I jerked my head up to the ceiling. DAD!

"Da..!"

"RUN CHRISTINE RUN!"

"What? WHAT! Dad WHERE ARE YOU!" I yelled, frightened as ever. My cell phone started to vibrate and sing to Beethoven's symphony carelessly.

"CHRISTINE GO, RUN! DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME. GET HELP..NOWW!"

"DAD!"

"NOWW. CHRISTINE RU…" He was cut off with a loud 'thunk' from above. I heard moving upstairs as Dad's voice echoed through my mind. 'Run? Run?!' I stared to mindlessy stand there in complete utter shock, my thoughts screaming in my head.

'I can't leave him, he's in danger! But he's pleading, he wanted me to get help …HELP!' My phone was ringing like a crazy man in my jacket's pocket and a plan formed in my mind.

'Run, answer phone, ask.. (more like scream) for help, and save dad with the police.'

Regretting every move I made, I ran straight to the door and threw open the glass. Shaking I heard the sounds of footsteps up stairs going down the hallway. Scared out of my wits, I begun to run. Like hell.

-----Upstairs-----

Gustave Daae sat in the closet of his bedroom, hands tied and feet bound. His only thoughts were for his daughter. He knew he would be punished for disobeying the threats made to him. Watching Christine run from the small window in his walk in prison, the man shed a tear, as his only family sprinted off into the evening wearing only her coat and socks.

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Feeling the grass beneath me I ran like a lunatic. No, a scared lunatic. Trying to run through the streets I pulled out my cell phone, I glanced down at the number.

Blocked.

Not caring who it was, my main thoughts drifted to help. Flipping it open I clung to it fearfully.

"Hello! Ple---ase help me! M-y nam..e is Chri--stine Daae and I think som—eon--e is in my ho--use and..and..has..m-y… fa—thh—er!" I panicked into the phone. My words were being cut by my sobs. Tears started to flood my eyes, as my vision blurred. All the houses seemed to be dark and taunting, and the golden strands from the sun were streaking across the blue sky.

"Pll—easse! HELP ME!" I started to sob, my feet flying farther from my house. To the nearest police station, in the direction of Megs house. MEG! Quickening my pace I ran harder. If I got lost to the police station I was doomed, but if I ran to Megs….I heard footsteps running from the direction I came from. Not daring to look back I kept running. Ducking into an empty intersection I took the short cut to Megs, no doubt leaving the person behind in a confusing manner. Hyperventilating some, I tried to reassure myself. Just then I realized that I had no response on the other line.

My first thoughts were that they thought I was crazy and hung up, or it was Meg and contemplating if I was tricking her.

"HELLO?" I didn't mean to shout, but I was scared and there was no dial tone.

"Stop Christine." A voice as smooth as silk rang from the phone and into my unexpecting ears. It almost made me stop running, (almost) though my mind seem to have stopped right in there tracks. My feet kept on flying as I whispered meekly into the phone.

"Who is this?" My mind raced, trying to find answers. I would recognize a voice like THAT. Then it hit me. He knew I was running... that I was leaving.. I gasped as I remembered. My phone had started to ring BEFORE I ran. Shivers ran up and down my spine.

"Christine. Stop running." His voice was so unusually calm that made me speed up faster. My feet were starting to become like nails digging into me as I let my tears drape my cheeks. "Christine, don't run. You should have answered your phone earlier. STOP."

Unable to concentrate with the voice.. the beautiful voice I shuddered. I had to end this, I knew his voice was letting me lose concentration and my destination. I slapped the cell phone shut. Shoving it into my coat once more, like a disease , I ran even harder. 'Just RUN.' I screamed inside my head. Though all I could heard was that voice….

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A black shadow cursed as he heard the dial tone.

"Were you able to track it?" His calmness and coldness made the man beside him shiver and pray for his life fearfully.

"..No ..it.. was to short." He forced. He could feel the whole room darken, like the shadows mood.. He gulped.

"He will pay for his mistake." The coldness in the dark figure would made any man jump out of there skin. The man at the controls in the black car shuddered for his accomplice. He was in for a cruel fate and most likely he would share it too. Failing wasn't an option for a shadow.

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