A/N Okay, since there were a few problems with my first attempt at this story I've decided to redo it. Raoul is a bit out of charcter, but only because I don't like him ;) he will always reamin The Fop! The story line is a bit different from most versions (as far as how it ends, and by that I mean the movies and books) but only for the purpose of my story. So here it goes.
Prolouge
Christine looked down at the tiny child in her arms. Her child, her first. Her precious Angel, Angelique Marie DeChagny. She looked to Raoul and said a silent prayer that she would give him many children, the heir that he deserved. She tried to stop the tears as she remembered the week she'd spent as the Phantom's bride. She touched the right side of her daughters face as bitter tears spilled. She would always have that to remind her of that frightening year, the Year of the Phantom.
She placed Angel in her crib and as she did so she noticed something different.
On a table in the room, there was a mahogany music box with a rose engraved on the top. She opened the box and a chill went down her spine as the familiar tune played.
Masquerade paper faces on parade
Masquerade hide your face so the world will never find you
She knew it was from without looking at the note, he knows.
Dear Viscountess DeChagny,
A gift to theViscount's first child. I remain forever:
Your obediant friend and Angel,
Erik
The words sounded so malevolent, but he didn't know, that was what mattered. At that moment Christine decided that her daughter would never know the truth, the truth of her deformed face, and most certainly not the truth of the Angel of Music.
A/N So, is that better?