A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first phan fic, so please be kind. I apologize if this chapter is a little out of character. . As I said I'm new to this, but I'm trying! Constructive criticism is welcome, but please no flames! I will try to respond to reviews, but I may not be able to respond to everyone. . . Though I will do my best! And if you review, you get an Erik plushie, woo! So please R&R!

Oh yeah one more thing. The rating is M, just in case. I'm not sure where I'm going with this yet, so anything could happen! But it is definitely E/C.

Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera. . . .cries

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Chapter one: She Returns

She was returning to him. Her Angel. It had been five months since the disaster at the opera, and she had been happy with Raoul.

Or so she thought. Raoul doted on her and catered to her every whim, and she did love him, but she found it was not enough.

At first she didn't understand why, but one day it suddenly dawned on her. Yes, she loved Raoul. But she was in love with her Angel. The Angel of music, the man who had always been there for her, from the very beginning. On the morning she decided to leave, she got up very early so she would not wake Raoul, and wrote him a note.

Raoul, I am very sorry, and I do not wish to hurt you. However, I find that I cannot go on like this, I am not in love with you, Raoul. I love you, but as I would love a dear friend. I must leave, but please know that where I am going, I will be safe.

Always,

Little Lotte

So now, here she was in front of the Opera Populaire. She could not bring herself to go in, and was just staring at the door.

It had not been completely destroyed in the fire, and remodeling had begun two months after the disaster. It was now halfway finished, all that was left to do was the stage and the dressing rooms.

I wonder if my old dressing room is alright, or if it was damaged in the fire. And what of the mirror. . .

Christine was snapped from her thoughts as the great doors to the Opera creaked open. She gasped in shock, but instantly brightened when she saw who had opened the doors. None other than Madame Giry.

"Madame Giry! I'm so glad to see you!" Christine embraced her in a tight hug, causing her to let out a small squeak. "Christine, Christine! I am very happy to see you also, but you are hurting me!"

"Oh, I am so sorry, Madame." Christine instantly let go and looked at the floor, ashamed of herself for being so childish.

"It's alright, ma petit. Come, we have some catching up to do."

Christine sat with Madame Giry in her quarters for an hour, just talking about their lives, trying to make up for lost time. They had been talking about Meg, when suddenly the conversation switched to Raoul.

"Christine, why did you leave him? You could have had a perfect life! You were a vicomtess, child! You would have never had to worry about anything, and Raoul was so good to you."

"I know Madame, but I'm not in love with him." She considered her choice of words carefully, this was a very delicate topic.

"I'm in love with my angel, Madame. Not Raoul."

"Mon dieu! Your Angel? Oh Christine, you couldn't possibly be planning on going to him."

Christine sat and stared at the wall for a minute, wondering why this was so hard. Why would it be so terrible to return to him? He'd accept her, wouldn't he?

"Madame, I am planning on going to him. And I am hoping he will welcome me with open arms."

"Oh, my dear child. I am afraid that is very unlikely, after what you have put him through!"

She fixed Christine with such a scornful look, Christine felt like bursting into tears. She knew she had put her Angel through hell, and could only imagine what he was feeling now.

"Oh Madame, I feel so terrible, oh why didn't I just stay with him when I had the chance!"

The tears she had been holding back came, and she started sobbing uncontrollably. Madame Giry softened, and walked over to Christine, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Come now, ma chere fille. Crying won't do any good. I will take you to him. But be warned, he is in a very bad state of mind, and might not take kindly to your sudden appearance. Be careful."

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A/N: Sorry it's so short guys. I was planning on it being much longer, but that seemed like a good stopping point. . And leaves you with a bit of a cliffy.

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