A/N: What would happen if Christine had heard of Erik beforehand? Read the books and seen the musical? Not only had heard of him but had often dreamt of meeting him? I'm not sure but this is what might happen. Oh yes I use my Screen name in here only because I did not want to make one up or anything and yes FF.N is mentioned in this story a few times. Ok I do make mentions of things that happened in the Leroux and Kay books, certain scenes are taken out of the books but put in my own words. And when this happens even the characters are aware of what I am doing. I am sorry if from time to time Erik seems a little OOC... But he gets put into some odd situations with some very odd... happenings.

Chapter one: The First Meeting,

A young woman of about 18 was sitting in her room, and she was extremely bored!

'L'ennui' is the word that the French give this tedious emotion,' she thought to herself.

All right, so she wasn't French. She had actually come across the word while reading The Phantom of the Opera Oh, well. It didn't matter. It was already two o 'clock in the morning, and she had school in a few hours! She really needed to get some sleep, but she had a feeling that this wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

She gazed into her sun shaped mirrors that hung above her bed and hummed 'Angel of Music' from the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical of The Phantom of the Opera. She studied her reflection with curiosity. The girl had long wavy brown hair with a pair of chocolate brown eyes to match. She was quite pretty and was told this often. But more so than her looks, her skills in writing were praised most often.

Unexpectedly a loud crash could be heard from the bathroom. A few moments later, a dark figure glided into her room. The girl sat straight up, shock consuming her; her body stiffened.

'Who or what is that?!' Her thoughts raced through her head wildly.

"Mademoiselle?" The dark figure asked quietly in a voice of unearthly beauty.

The girl replied, "You're in my room, Monsieur, but please tell me, what is your name, and why your in here?"

The dark figure's voice said quietly in her right ear "I am called Erik, mademoiselle, what are you known as?"

"Christine," She replied confidently. "It's odd though because the girl from a book that I read often, The Phantom of the Opera, is also called Christine... although my pen name on is AngelMusic. "

"The Phantom of the Opera?! I am the Phantom of the Opera!" The volume of Erik's voice grew louder, as he blinked slightly. "I asked for your name, Mademoiselle, not your history." His voice had taken on a more sarcastic tone, although it remained beautiful and majestic.

"Please don't shout, Erik!" Christine said. "And what do you mean you're the Phantom?" She inquired, wrinkling a brow. Christine emitted a soft sigh, her eyes wandering over his mysterious appearance. "You asked. You asked whom I was known as. I told you. That's what I'm known as." The girl paused, feeling herself relax a bit. "If you're who you say you are, whom else are you known as?" She presented him with a small smile, as if she were testing him.

Erik hesitated a moment before replying softly, "The Angel of Music, the Angel of Doom, the Angel of Death, the Opera Ghost, Erik, and the Phantom of the Opera!" Erik answered indignantly, lifting an eyebrow.

It soon grew silent. Several moments passed, and a strange tapping on the window interrupted the awkward silence. Christine went to open the window above her bed, but tripped on something, banging her head against the wall. Rubbing her head, she turned to see the cause of her tumble - Erik had purposely tripped her.

"Ouch! Goshdang it Erik! Why did you do that?!" She demanded harshly, her face turning various shades of red.

"You're accusing me mademoiselle? Of what? I did nothing." Came the dull reply just dripping with sarcasm.

"You tripped me!" Christine pouted.

"I did no such thing!" Erik insisted.

"Just what are you doing here, Monsieur le Fantom de l'Opera?" She decided that it was best to change the subject before anything else occurred. Hesitating, she added, "And how did you get in here?"

Erik chuckled, a deep melodic laugh, and disappeared; however, his voice lingered a moment longer. "We shall meet again mademoiselle! Farewell, child!"

Christine pouted, for she had just readied herself to show him some pictures that she had downloaded from the Internet. She had convinced herself it was a dream anyway, so why not have a little fun with it?

'Oh well,' she sighed inwardly and climbed into bed. 'I have school in the morning anyway...'

Christine lay back in her bed, simply looking at a picture of Raoul Vicomte de Chagny in a noose. After many minutes of musing over the picture, she fell asleep; a smile remained on her lips, as she dreamt that the Phantom of the Opera would return to her, teach her to sing like an angel, and make her his bride. Perhaps, another dream like she just had would be fine with her, as well.

A/N: Yeah, I know, bad with foreshadowing, right? In any event, I hoped you liked the chapter. Sorry if this was short, but the bonus is you don't have to wait for the next one! (And if you didn't see any foreshadowing in here then wow you must be dense!) Any ways...please review! Yea the little purple button on the bottom...Click it! Ya know ya want to! Oh! And please...no flames... (Actually if someone could tell me what that phrase means... I'd be really grateful.)

Okay she's tired, it's two o'clock in the morning and she's not thinking too clearly. I know I often mutter nonsense or say stuff that I wouldn't usually say when I'm that tired.