Chapter 1 – Lost Love

[I do not own Phantom of the Opera, in any sort of way. I enjoy the characters, and use my imagination to place them in a different situation and story.]

Summary: Christine Daae is a wandering child, looking for purpose once more. After 10 years of being alone within this world, she is embraced by Madame Giry and her daughter Meg. She is taken to a mysterious manor where an even more mysterious Lord resides within it. He is the current owner of the Paris Opera House, and seems to be known as the Phantom to all those who love to gossip. Will Erik's obsession with music be found within Christine? Will Christine finally find the Angel of Music she has been seeking for?


"Papa, please do not leave me..."

A whimper had escaped the dainty looking girl that shuddered with grief and melancholy. Her petite fingers curled around a much larger hand, that seemed lifeless and white as stone.

Tears stained the rouge colored cheeks of the child. Her eyes could not produce anymore tears, as the bottom of her eye lids were puffed up slightly; it would wound ones heart to see such a painful expression upon an innocent girl.

Lightly tinted sapphire eyes did not conceal the swirling emotions as they could not pry away from the older male that did not budge from the little girls cries, "Papa..." She beckoned once more, hoping her pure voice would awaken the man, but he was not part of her world anymore.

Her Father, offered her hope and love through his music. He was Gustave Daae, a world renowned musician. His fingers were nimble against a violin, that always seemed to capture ones heart and desire. He shared his gift with his young daughter, Christine, who took pride in sharing her voice with his beautiful music, but that was all gone now.

She knew her Father was ill, but she never could imagine his life being taken away! The sudden thought struck her as she felt the curling fingers of her housekeeper, "Come young mistress." Her voice was saddened with the passing of the Lord of the house, for he was a good man, and would never treat her as a lesser person, even though her status was less than his. It did not do her old heart well when the young girl would not listen to her demand, "Come away child!" It was not healthy for a girl of her age to see her dead Father for so long. Christine continued to cry out, long before the older woman with streaks of gray, swept up in a bun, took hold of her arm and forced her out of the room. Christine watched as the doctor approached her Fathers body, the door closing behind him, "Papa!"


The memory haunted her within her dream, reliving that painful moment where all she loved within this world, vanished right before her eyes.

She could not recall the last time she woke up with tears in her eyes. The two piercing sapphire orbs were glazed with tears, that threatened to fall. It had been 10 years since her Father passed away, and she was now a grown woman.

The once little girl that dreamed of a fantasy world, filled with music and enchantment, was thrusted into the harsh reality of Paris, France.

Her Mother had passed during childbirth, but her Father did his best to keep her memory alive, and never placing blame on his dear child. He watched her grow, and filled her head with dreams. Singing was always a passion of hers, and he wanted her to pursue it, once she was of age.

She was sent to an orphanage for some time. She hated the horrid place, but could do nothing to stop the torment and cruelty of the head Mistress. She forced the children to clean floors, and would beat them if they spoke against her, or refused the back breaking work. Somehow, she had found the good graces of the nasty woman, and survived 10 long years. She was saved by one simple letter...


Mon Cheri,

It has been so long since I have seen your beautiful face! Forgive me for not being able to reach you all these years. I am truly sorry for the passing of your beloved Father, may God rest his soul. I had no idea what kind of turmoil that put you through. Do not fret anymore, for I shall accept you as my own. I always thought of you as a daughter, and it took a lot out of me to leave you and your Father in Paris, while me and Meg moved to London to seek work. She misses you dearly, and so do I, but I hope you can forgive my negligence, and not realizing what you have gone through in these past 10 years. Our Lord of the household I currently work at, is moving to Paris, and is willing to allow me to take you into his home, but I warn you, you must work and listen to him. I know that must be strange to you, but I know it is much better to be around a loving environment, rather than a cold one. I shall pick you up around eight in a fortnight. I pray that we can rekindle from all the lost years, and that your dream may finally come true.

Sincerely,

Madame Giry


Christine's breath caught within her throat as she read the letter last night, not sure how to take it all in.

She was recognizing the forgotten memories she pushed back in her mind, and realized that Madame Giry was a mother to her, and her daughter, her best friend. Lord knew she needed that love more than anything else in the world.

It was hard for her to sleep that night.

The dream of her Father's death caused her to toss and turn until she woke up with tears in her eyes, but it was all over now. She could finally live life with a smile upon her face, rather than continuing her god-forsaken life here at the orphanage.

It would be hard to bid farewell to the few friends she had, but she was glad that the Angel of Music was now watching her. It must have been tired of her fear and pain, and finally granted her happiness.

"Thank you." She simply muttered as she prepared for the day, hoping that time would pass by quickly.