I would like to thank the people who read my other one-shot entitled And He Won't Come but I don't think I will continue it.

I really don't know where to go with it. And I know that I spelt Raoul wrong and I fixed it in editing it but it won't show up in the story.

So if anyone can tell me how to re-enter a chapter that has been newly edited Please tell me!

So here we go! This is movie based.

And in this story Erik has not committed any murders at all.

He has made other accidents that made the story end the same way in the movie.

But he did almost kill Raoul though as it is in the movie.

Disclaimer: I Own NOTHING! It is all to Andrew Lloyd Webber! Gotta love 'im.

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CHRISTINE'S POV

Everything changed. It has been a year now since I moved in with my friend Meg and her mother. My latest engagement did not work out, but I won't get into the details. All I can say is that at the time, we were both different people.

We get by. Mme Giry does some cleaning jobs, while Meg gives dance lessons. Me on the other hand, spends time looking after Monsieur Caley's three girls down the hall from our apartment. His wife died several years ago and must work to help feed his girls. I have offered to look after them while he worked for a low fee which he thankfully accepted.

"Have you ever been in love Christine?" asked Georgiana. I shook my head. "I'm not really sure…I guess I haven't. But I'm sure you will someday." She smiled. "Oh yes!" she says. "I am going to marry a prince!" I laughed. "I'm sure you will." She stood and walked to the middle of the room. She then started twirling around, which I guess to her is dancing. She then stopped to look at me and said, "Can we have a ball? A small one just me, my sisters and you?"

I smiled. "I guess we could but I don't think a ball would be a ball without any gentlemen to dance with."

"I guess your right." She then sat down on the couch across from me and started fiddling with her fingers. Her two sisters came in the room and sat beside her. They are such adorable girls. Georgiana is 8 years old and the oldest of the three. Her two younger sisters, six year old Liza and Marie, are twins but they don't look alike. Also their personalities are totally different.

Georgiana looked up at me and said, "Christine we're bored!"

"Well what would you like to do?" I said as I got up from my chair.

"Tell us a story!" Said Liza. Her sisters agreed. "Yes! Yes! Please Christine!" said Georgiana.

"Well," I said, "I don't think I have any stories to tell!"

"The read a story?" asked Marie.

I walked over to the bookshelf. "What would you like me to read?"

"You should read one of the new books Father bought us yesterday!" Said Georgiana. She sprinted out of the room and came back with 5 books. She set them in my hands and sat back on the couch. I walked back to my chair with the books in my lap. "Which one?" I said.

"You choose!" said Marie.

I looked at the titles. The Little Mermaid…Robin Hood….Aladdin…Rapunzel…And Beauty and the Beast. I decided to read Rapunzel. I…couldn't read the last one. It reminded me of …well…you know.

"I am going to read Rapunzel."

So I opened the book and started to read. "Once upon a time a man and woman wanted to have a child…" The story went on for a while with the occasional silly questions of things like Why would they name her after a plant?, Can I grow my hair that long? , If I do and lock myself up in a tower will a prince come get me?.

When I was done, they were all asleep on the couch. I closed the book, picked up the other four books and walked over to the bookshelf and put them away. Next I heard the door open.

"Hello?" said a very tired voice. Monsieur Caley was home. And he always sounded tired. He works so hard! I walked into the room where the front door was.

"Hello Monsieur," I said, feeling tired as well, "I just read the girls a story and they fell asleep on the sofa."

"Oh, don't worry I'll carry them to bed."

I turned to leave. "Same time tomorrow?"

"As it always is!" he said kind of humorously. I always ask everyday and he always gives me the same answer. But I ask just in case.

Don't think I like him or something. He is way too old for me. He and his wife had children when she was just about forty.

"Well, goodnight then."

"Goodnight Mlle Daae."

I closed the door and started to walk over to my apartment. Watching closely not to step on any garbage that is usually in the hallway. This place is so beat up. Dents in the walls, chipped paint, rubbish everywhere, you wouldn't want to live here. But we have to. There is not much available in this part of Rouen that is best for us to get to our jobs. Unfortunately this is the place available.

I open the door which seems to be unlocked. I walk in to Meg setting the dinner table and Mme Giry cutting up some vegetables for what looks like a soup she is making.

"Sit Christine, dinner is almost ready." said Meg with a smile. "How were the girls?"

"Just fine!" I say as I sit in the dining chair. "They are the same they always are."

"That's wonderful."

I look over at Mme Giry. She's stirring the soup.

"How was your day Mme Giry?"

"Good."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing really."

A short silence.

"Wasn't today the day of the month that you went to see that friend of yours?" I asked.

"Yes it was." She walks over to the table with the pot and sets it down. She also sits down along with Meg who just brought the cutlery. Meg gives me a look. I know what this look is. We give it to each other all the time on such a day. What is she hiding?

Once a month Mme Giry goes to visit some friend who she never speaks of. Meg and I always ask who it is but she just won't tell us. She won't even tell us this person's gender, name, or even where this person lives.

"I swear it!" Meg tells me in our room before we go to sleep. She sits up from her bed. "She is probably having an affair with some man and she is not telling us!" I laugh. "I don't think so Meg. Why would she just see him just once a month?"

She looks like she is thinking. She looks at me again and says, "Maybe they are taking their relationship slow, really, really slow!" I laugh again. "Maybe. But I doubt your theory. I hope we will find out soon enough." I lay down on my bed.

"Goodnight Meg!"

"Goodnight Christine!"

I blow the candle out.

So? Huh? Huh? Do you like it? You may not be able to decide yet because you don't have much information yet.

I assure you this will be great! Great I tell you! Muhahahaha. Too much? Sorry.

Review please! And sorry for any mistakes!