Chapter 1
Disclaimer- I Don't own Phantom or the opera. :D
I couldn't think. All I could do was run. I ran forever it seemed, and each corner had a dead end. What was going on? Where was I? Am I going to ever see my family again? These all just crowded into my mind all at once. I then saw my chance, a light at the end of a gloomy tunnel of what seemed like hours, so I thought, were almost over. The light was beautiful. My heart suddenly was beating so loudly in my chest, I thought it may combust. I turned around to see if my attacker had still been behind me. He was speed walking towards me with what somewhat seemed like a smirk on his lips. In his hand was a swinging object that looked like a rope. His attire, was dark, and gave him somewhat of a masculine appearance, which made him seem bigger then he really was. I turned around and picked up my pace as I was rushing to get to this strange light that was progressively getting closer. I was only a few feet away. I could just barely touch the light as I suddenly felt a strong arm grab me and turn me around…
Bolting awake from my strange nightmare to which had been occurring quite frequently, I looked around my bedroom, as I always have when I had spine chilling dreams, and stopped at the sleeping head on the pillow next to me. Raoul. I felt a breeze of security swirling about me, as if nothing could happen when he was around. Later, I would find out how complete and utterly wrong I was…
He must have sensed me staring tenderly upon him, for he stirred and batted his eyes open. "Hey, Christine" he sighed as if looking into the face of an angel. I smiled. God I love him. I remember when we reunited back in the Opera Populair. Then I was just part of the ballet, but taking private lessons from an angel, as I so naïvely believed. But it was years ago, and I am now a mother. I haven't anytime for silly childish thoughts, while I should focus on more important things. My family. Gustave, the light on even the darkest days in my life. And he's talented. Such my little prodigy, as I often referred to him as. We all knew Raoul isn't his true father, his real father, Erik, told him personally. He told him about my premarital affairs which spread like wild fire, not only on Coney island, but it leaked overseas to Paris.
Gustave had been up since what seemed like to him an eternity, since it was now almost noon, came in to see why nobody has gotten up to start the day. "Mother, Father, are you ok? Why are you still in bed? " a look of concern was as clear as day in his chocolate brown eyes that were identical to my own. " We're fine, darling, go on and prepare the table for lunch while father and I dress."
"Yes, Mother."
"Thank you, darling." I said as he rushed out to obediently follow my orders for him. Such a good little boy he was, even after the tragic events of our visit to Coney Island, New York. It was his first visit to America and he learned so many terrible things from my past. I hadn't anticipated any of this, we had thought Erik had been long dead and buried since it had been at the time ten years since that night. That beautiful night beneath the moonless sky. That same night that I had betrayed my soon-to-be husband and conceived a child, a bastard child, born to the man that betrayed my trust and made me chose between him, the musical genius, and the Raoul, the one who's known me almost my entire life. I was suddenly shaken out of my memories when my son was pulling on my nightdress, urging me to come to help him prepare lunch, for Raoul had to rush to work.