CHRISTINES P.O.V.

"But, Papa..." I murmured as my father dragged me along to the opera house for an evening preview of Faust. I always found Opera outstanding, but tonight I just wasn't in the mood to leave the house, Maman was sick and I felt that is was my duty to stay with her. I suppose that Papa wanted to take me out to get my mind of all the stress at home.

He pulled me up into the carriage with him, and sat me beside him. He wrapped his arms around me securely as the driver began to drive to the Opera house. I felt myself slowly drift off to sleep, but before I knew it, thoughts of my Maman flooded into my mind. I knew that she was dying, and there wasn't a thing that I could do for it. I was so scared, I just couldn't lose her. My papa must have sensed what I was thinking because he pulled me into his tight embrace and murmured that everything was going to be okay. I always hated it when Papa told me that, because I never thought that anything would get better...

He rocked me slowly in his arms as the carriage pulled to an abrupt stop, which made me and Papa jerk forward, barely keeping for falling off the seat. "Are we there now, papa?" I whispered, looking up at him carefully. He nodded slowly as he opened the door, and stepped out. I glanced around the carriage to make sure that I hadn't left anything, before my papa helped me out of the carriage.

As I stepped out of the carriage, my feet sunk into the deep snow, which set chills through my body. I had been to the Opera Populaire millions of times before, but today it seems as though it was haunted. I let my eyes wander about the building. The first thing I realized was that the buildings lighting was dimmed quite a bit; there were only a few lights that actually looked as if they were working. It was quite clear that the building needed a bit of repair, which of the snow had ruined the paint job, and some of the building looked as if it were rotting away.

When we stepped inside the Opera House, it was even worse. There was so much dust; it looked as if it had snowed inside the building! It was quite dark, except for the bright, glowing candle which sat on the desk of the ticket booth. Despite the dirtiness of the building, there was quite a lot of people, not enough to completely fill the theatre, but not little enough to cancel tonight's production. They things that bothered me the worse though, was that I felt someone's eyes burning into my back.

That was what always bothered me when I came to the Opera House... those eyes. Someone's eyes, watching me carefully. I always felt them, but I never found them... I always just assumed that it was nothing, and then I would shake it off.

Me and my father walked up to the ticket booth after the couple who had just purchased their tickets wandering off into the theatre. Papa always got us seats on one of the many balconies, which was fine with me, but tonight felt ... different, for he had purchased us Box 5.

I continued to feel those eyes burning into my back as we walked up to our box, and I looked over my shoulder a few times, which made my father's attention turn to me.

"Christine? My dear child, are you alright?" he murmured as we entered our box, taking a seat on the bench. He patted the seat next to him, but before I could answer him, I heard someone whisper my name, which made me jerk around, only to see darkness.

"Y-Yes, I am fine... Papa," I whispered, tip toeing over to take my seat beside him. I leaned slightly against my father and closed my eyes, trying to push all my bad thoughts away, which was rather hard because the only thing in my head was my mother's Illness, oh how much it hurt to have to see her in pain. I slowly pushed open my eyes as the curtains rose and then there was that familiar feeling of someone watching me.

I had never felt this uneasy in my life. I closed my eyes again and leaned my elbows on my knees and buried my face in my own hands, when I heard my name being whispered again, "Am I going mad?" I whispered to myself... and then he called me again. Yes, it was a masculine voice, and such a sweet, pure voice it was too...

Alrighty, hi again guys... well my computer messed up and deleted my previous chapters for my other story, which really sucked, but I think I like this one better. I think I forgot to mention that Christine is 14 in this, but it will soon be thrown in... I will update A... :3

Have a good day!