Title: Christine's Diary

Author: LittleLottexoxEriksTrueAngel

Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Phantom Of The Opera'

A/N: This story is based solely on the novel by Gaston Leroux.

I have never felt this way in my life. The feeling of performing on stage, in center stage, was so amazing and overwhelming. I could do nothing but faint. I gave my soul to Erik tonight, only to find an unsuspected visitor at my feet when I awoke. The Vicomte Raoul de Changy, my childhood friend. "I am the little boy who went into the sea to rescue your scarf." He was not the little boy who rescued my scarf from the sea; he was a man, a nobleman, who should not be seen with someone like me, a mere chorus girl at the opera. For his own sake I could not recognize him for I knew Erik was watching and when he said he would like to talk to me in private I knew that I should turn him away. When everyone had left Erik revealed himself only to plead for my love. He doesn't realize how much he hurts me when he does plead for my love. I gave him my soul tonight and now I am dead.

Christine

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Raoul has sent a note to call on me. At first I sent no reply, but last night I decided to send my reply. I told him that I was going to Perros, for it was the anniversary of my father's death and he was buried there. The events at Perros did not go as I had hoped. When I returned from mass I sat in the lobby of the Setting Sun and I was not at all surprised when Raoul walked in. He said that he loved me and that he couldn't live without me. I didn't know how to respond. I couldn't let him know how I truly felt about him, especially since I knew my angel was close by. I laughed but I seemed to have offended him. I told him I thought he would remember our games here, as children, in which my father so often joined. I really don't know what I thought... Perhaps I was wrong to write to him...This anniversary and his sudden appearance in my room at the Opera, the other evening, reminded me of the time long past and made me write to him as the little girl that I then was. He sensed my distress but he went on asking questions. I had noticed him before he came to me in my dressing room. I couldn't answer him when he asked me why I answered him as though I did not know him and why I laughed when he came to my dressing room, his tone was rough but I could not answer him, I did not answer. He replied coldly, "Well, I will answer for you. It was because there was some one in the room who was in your way, Christine, some one that you did not wish to know that you could be interested in any one else!" I was so angry and surprised at what I found out, Raoul had been listening behind my door! He heard everything Erik and I had said. I felt a sudden pain in my chest and anger rush through my body. I felt the tears stream down my cheek. I had to sort this out. I brushed past Raoul and ran into my room, remaining there for a while debating over what to tell Raoul. I found Raoul at the heath overlooking the sea, the place where my father first told us the legend of the Angel of Music. I had decided to tell him the truth. I told him that I have been visited by the Angel of Music but he didn't seem to believe me even though he said he did. I told him that he gives me lessons in my dressing room daily and that it was the Angel of Music he heard with me in my dressing room. He laughed! How dare he! He thought he heard an ordinary mans voice! "Well, Christine, I think somebody is making a game out of you.", was his final response. With that I stormed off. Raoul ran after me but I turned him away yet again. At half past eleven that very same night I slipped out of my bedroom, down the stairs, and leaned over the baluster to get the key from the landlady. I headed towards the cemetery. I thought I heard someone behind me but I didn't have the time to look back and find out and I knew that if someone had followed me it would be Raoul. How right I was! The gate was open just as he said it would be. I knelt down by my father's grave and began to pray. As soon as the final chime rang at twelve o'clock I outstretched my arms and then the most perfect music began to play. I recognized the song immediately. It was The Resurrection of Lazarus, a song my father used to play to Raoul and I when we were young. My angel had played for me. When the song ended I made my way to the gate and headed towards the Setting Sun.

Christine

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