{hi everyone! Author here, I wanted to rewrite my own personal version of Love Never Dies, especially since I didn't really enjoy how many characters were messed up in the plot. And don't get me started on the ending. But I'm a sucker for the original and the music is amazing so there's no way I can not be obsessed with it right? Anyways! Please enjoy this story! I hope to write many chapters for it, including the ending and then some!}

Prologue

It was the night before her marriage, nerves shaking with fear and doubt. She wondered if this was it, truly the end of the story and the end of the notorious Phantom of the Opera.

Although she had given his ring back, leaving with Raoul and cutting her ties, she could not hold back the immense guilt growing in her very soul. It was her fault. The attention, killings, music, love; they were all for her. All those years of his nurture and care, although the fear of him drove her mad, a large part of her soul succumbed in guilt for leaving him.

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, she had been staying at the Giry's place for some time now. Raoul had insisted on letting her stay in his castle of a home, but she had denied. In both practical means that a young woman should not stay in the house of a man she's not married to, and the fact that she was not yet ready to give up her freedom and dreams in order to become the viscountess.

"Come in," she called, she had been sitting on her bed, watching the birds fly by her window.

A mousy young blonde flew in with a smile, she raced to Christine's bed with a fury of giggles.

"I did it!" She exclaimed, "I followed mother and I found where he's hiding! I can't believe I did this!"

Christine smiled widely and threw her arms around her friend. "Oh Meg! I cannot thank you enough! You are the most faithful friend anyone could ask for. I cannot express what this means to me!"

The blonde giggled loudly and shushed Christine, "Shh! Mother can't know what were up to. If she caught us, we'd be deader than well..."

Christine smiled softy, "still thank you. Now I can rest easy knowing I can make amends and closure with my teacher."

"I'm still not sure about this Christine," Meg murmured, tugging her white dress. "He did hurt you and the Viscount. I just want you to be safe, you are like my sister Christine."

Christine held her hand, softly touching the smooth pale skin. "And you are my only family Meg, ever since Papa had passed on you had always been there with me. Even though I had been more obsessed with my angel than boys like you'd been."

Meg laughed, "yes, you were indeed strange Christine. But I love you just the same. Now come, we must prepare dinner and when mother is asleep, I will show you the way."

Christine prayed a silent thank you to Meg's loyalty and to her father for watching over her fate. She wondered how the night would end, and if she could make amends to her angel.

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After dinner, the two of them packed up. Madame Giry slapped both of their slouching backs and lectured them on posture, in which the girls giggled quietly together. Reminiscing from their youth.

Once nightfall reached, Christine put on a proper walking gown and jacket while Meg stayed in her dressing gown.

"I'll give you directions because I'm afraid of coming back on my own," she whispered, scrunching her face when she looked at Christine, "plus I wouldn't want to face his or anyone else's wrath."

Christine smiled and hugged her friend once more. Tears forming in her eyes as she was unsure of the nights outcome. Fear taking over now that the night had come, but this had been something she must do.

"Thank you my dear, old friend." She whispered, receiving direction from Meg and she walked swiftly towards her destination.

She finally reached an old two story building, the darkness hiding its detail but the broken hinges and roof were evident. She gulped loudly and knocked a few times, her heart beat loudly pumping in the silence.

A familiar voice called rashly, "who dares to be disturbing me so late?"

She let out a shaky breath, relieved and scared to hear her beloved angel.

"I-It's Christine, Christine Daae?" She whimpered the question, asking as if he would not remember her. She could slap herself if the situation wasn't so fearful.

The door creaked open, she took a few steps in, shrouded by darkness. The door closed behind her and her eyes could only see the black of the night.

"Why have you come here?" He spoke, anger and sadness in his voice.

"Please angel, I'm not here to hurt you. I solely wish to make amends with my teacher."

She cursed his silent footsteps, she was unsure of where he was and darted her eyes all round. She walked hesitantly forward, bumping into a few objects.

"Christine, we both know that the past cannot be changed or amended for. Have you come to mock the monster?" He hissed, she could hear the creaks of stairs and tried to follow his direction.

"No angel, in my heart I know you are just a man, a teacher and my friend. Please, my protector, give me some closure before we part."

She found the stairs, trying to rush towards him. Underneath her the wood cracked, breaking in the stair. Before she had fallen, strong arms and cold bony hands held her.

"Closure? Is that what you want Christine?" His voice raising in anger, his grip tightening on her arms. "I see now. You had come to mock my pitiful life, create some fantastical illusion that everything is fine and you can marry spoilt suitor without any fear in your heart. That the monster will go away once you believe it. Tell me I'm wrong Christine. Tell me!"

He carried her to a room, she noticed that the roof had caved in some to reveal a moonless sky. Her eyes adjusted but she could not see clearly. She bit her lip and scrunched her eyebrows.

"No! I meant no ill will! I just-"

"Could you have not fooled yourself and forget about me while in bed with the handsome Viscount?" He sneered, "why must you come here and torture me Christine?"

She felt the tears forming in her eyes, "No! I do not know why exactly myself but I had to see you one last time. I am to be wed tomorrow but you had been there for me long before I could remember. I just needed to hear your voice and see you once more before I could no longer not."

"You torture me Christine," she could feel him getting closer to her, her heart ramming inside her chest. "Why must you entice me so when you are going to be married in the morning? Why have you come to see me and say such things?"

She blushed, why did she come? He was right, if she were to just forget him and be with Raoul then there would be no need. Why did she need him so badly?

She thought back to the kiss, their lips intertwined and all those years of secretly wanting and needing each other came undone. The passion was more than she could handle. Kissing Raoul had not been the same, there was a flame in her chest when she had thought of her teacher.

She stepped closer to him, knowing he was merely inches in front of her from the distinct smell of his cologne. She reached out, touching the cloth on his arms. He froze completely under her touch.

"I-I'm sorry I had left you, it was not right of me. But you must forgive me, I was scared and hurt. There is something between us that frankly, scares me to death. I am not sure of how I feel, but I am riddled with thoughts of you that I can no longer sleep." She gripped her hand tighter against his arms, her voice becoming filled with emotion and tears. The hurt and thoughts kept in her soul were flooding out in that instant.

He sighed, his hands cupping hers gently. "Oh Christine, in my heart you will always be my Christine. But these thoughts will be forgotten in your marriage. For now you must go, you must leave me for good."

Tears flooded her eyes in defeat, "yes angel. But may I have one request?"

"Anything."

"Kiss me one last time."

And for a moment all the time in the world stopped. No one dared to even draw a breath.

He stepped closer, his long fingers twisting a curl and his breathing became more rapid. He caressed her cheek, and her heart beat escalated. He cupped her jaw and softly planted his lips on hers. The chaste feeling grew into a passionate embrace and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he squeezed her waist closer to his own.

She melted into his lips, her heart never feeling so pure and whole. He lifted her tiny frame in the air and against his own body. Her hands played with the strands of sleek, black hair and they stayed beneath the light of the sky for sometime until he broke free from their embrace.

"C-Christine," he huffed, out of breath. "If we continue, I am not sure I could control myself."

She giggled, watching his state as much as she could. "I have never seen you in such disarray angel."

"As you should not! As your former teacher I should warn you to behave yourself!"

"Behave myself?" She acted hurt, pouting and she caressed the back of his neck. "Why good sir, I am shocked you would accuse me of such things!"

He chuckled softly, a sound that made her heart soar with happiness she could not fathom.

"That's the first time I have heard you laugh teacher." She murmured, wondering what would have become if things were different.

"Christine, you must leave. It is physically hurting me not to take you by my side and enjoy your warmth day after day."

"W-Well," she stammered, trusting her heart to make the heavy decision. "Why don't you?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I have made my decision angel. I wish to be with you, and only you. For as long as we both shall live."

"Christine, you must think clearly. Are you certain?"

"I have never seen more clearly in my future than this moment, although you scared me in the past I know your heart is pure and kind and you can become the man you always dreamed to be. The man I have come to love."

"Christine..." He breathed, their heart beats mingling together in the silence, excitement and lust filling the air.

He kissed her roughly then, unable to control himself any longer. Lips and tongues wrestled together, his hands roaming to unhitch her corset and dress, her nails clawing on his long back.

He began to kiss her neck, her soft moans enticing him and the bulge in his pants felt constricted in the fabric. He ripped the corset free and threw her undergarments to the ground.

Supple breasts, warm under his touch, were exposed to him. He kissed her collarbone gently, molding the flesh of her breasts with his long fingers.

She could not contain the volume of her moans when his fingers traced and danced along her womanhood. Pleasuring her until the peak of orgasm, taking his own garments off he took her first gently then escalated in their passion.

They had continued till the break of dawn; their bodies tangled, limbs caressing each other, kisses hot and sweet. It was as if they had each conquered their fears and doubts and became whole once again.

They laid with each other, under a cold blanket, their bodies close together in an embrace.

"Angel?" She murmured, her heart heavy with emotion.

"Yes my love?"

"What is your name dear angel? You never spoke of it during our time together."

He pursed his lips, thinking a moment before answering her. "It is Erik, my dear."

"Erik," she whispered, "it's beautiful."

"It is common. Not as beautiful as the woman in front of me." He stared at her with warm eyes, sweeping a dark curl from her face.

She giggled and snuggled closer to him. Drifting off into sweet slumber.

"I love you angel," she whispered, disappearing from the night and into sleep.