A/N: A bit of an explanation here. I typically don't like reading fanfics based on "the children of so and so characters". I don't know why, but I don't. But I also have a habit of forming up ideas of what two characters' children might be like, but don't often write it down since I don't like reading it. This is my exception to my own rule (as were Will's kids in my PotC stories) simply b/c I was talking to some friends about this crazy idea I had, and one of them told me I had to write it. Therefore here it is. If you don't like reading about the children of characters, I completely understand. I'm in the same boat with you, but if you do, please review and let me know how you like this. Thanks very much.

TS

Prologue

"Go! Go now! Go now and leave me!" Eirk's voice echoed through the underground room after Christine and Raoul as they struggled with the boat through the water.

"We can't… We can't leave him like this," Christine whispered.

"He let you free, Christine!" Raoul answered as he pushed the paddle through the still water, forcing the boat to glide. "You're free now and he will meet the doom he deserves."

"What?"

"He's a murderer, Christine. He deserves what they bring to him."

The opera singer let out a small gasp of astonishment. "What will they do? Oh no! Raoul, we must go back for him! Erik!" she screamed back to where they had come from.

"What do you think you're doing, Christine?" her fiancé asked, voice giving way to the fear he had felt. "Pleased, dear, quiet now. It is over."

"It is over now….?" She asked quietly.

"Yes."

"The music of the night…." She sang very softly, so softly that Raoul was not quite sure of the words. They left the opera house in silence amongst the chaos.

three weeks later

"She's gone, Monsieur," the servant said soberly as he stepped from his master's path.

Raoul entered the room he had given to Christine and stared into the emptiness. Everything had been as it had been when he had taken his leave the evening before. Everything except for a lone envelope on the dresser.

Dearest Raoul,

Forgive me.

Christine

"He's taken her," Raoul managed. "He's taken her from me!"

Christine Daaè ran through the streets of Paris, tears streaming down her face. The opera house looked perfectly horrid to her all ready sorrow filled heart and the sight of it made her give a loud cry of anguish. She fell on the steps, face buried in her hands and crying.

"Christine?"

The young lady turned, eyes searching until she found the dorm of Madame Giry in the darkness. The aging woman stood with a shawl pulled closely around her shoulders, a sad smile placed on her face. "Dear child, should you not be with your soon to be husband?"

"I could not bare…"

"Could not bare what, Christine?"

"He gave it all for me, Madame Giry… He gave it all and I betrayed his trust. His love! What kind of creature does that make me? They call him a monster – I told him I hated him! – and if he is so horrible that makes me the devil! I am no better than a murderer if I have killed a man's soul, Madame! I have killed his Music! What kind of… What does that mean? What does that make me, Madame?"

Madame Giry reached forward and ran a thin hand along the side of Christine's face. "Your choice, dear?"

"Is there one to make?"

The aging woman that had been like her mother nodded. "Come, child."

Christine sniffed and ran a hand along her face to push the tears away, following Madame Giry up the steps to the burned opera house. They made their way through the half-collapsed door and through the once grand ballroom. "Will they rebuild?" she finally managed.

"Yes, I should think so."

"Good."

"Come now, child, pick your feet up and walk. One in front of the other, that's a girl. Down we go. Dear, certainly you know this path. No? Well stay close." The wound down the stairs, the light giving way to darkness and finally the woman before her stopped. "Descend as far as you can and you will find familiar territory, I should think."

"Will you not come with me?"

Her smile was barely visible in the dim light. "You have made your choice, child, and you need to prove that to him. He might think that I brought you here."

Christine nodded as she started forward again, her eyes adjusting slowly to the candles that lined the walls now. Every few were lit and she made her way to the end where it broke off the room she knew well. He sat in the darkness there, only a few candles around him so that he might see the music in which he worked with. She aloud a small smile before singing softly. "Father once spoke of an angel. I used to dream he'd appear."

Erik looked up, startled by the voice he was sure he'd never hear again. He stood slowly, staring. Their eyes locked.

" Now as I sing I can sense him and I know he's here. Angel of music, guide and guardian. Grant to me your glory. Angel of music, hide no longer, secret and strange angel. " Her breath caught in her throat and she dared go no further. She put her hand to her mouth as a gentle sob escaped her lips, her eyes still locked with those beautiful green eyes that had held her heart and soul since he had first sung to her.

"Christine."

"Angel, my soul was weak. Forgive me."

"What are you doing here, Christine?" His voice was that of one who had been beaten down and he looked back to his music, shoulders down as if a heavy burden lay on them.

"I had to come to you," Christine sobbed. "Erik… I am sorry, my angel."

"You made your choice."

"And I chose you, did I not?"

"To save him!" he screamed, swiping a hand across the table and scattering the papers here and there, eyes blazing with hurt and fury.

"I was wrong!" she yelled back, tears streaming down her face. "Please, Erik! Understand that I was wrong! Would I have come back?"

"Go back to your husband."

"I have no husband. We were to be married to-morrow. I left him, Erik. I left him for you." She moved toward him, her hands clutched desperately to her chest. He stood over her, looming. She looked up to him. "I will sing for you only, if you wish it. I will do anything for you to take me back."

He reached a shaky hand to her face and caressed it gently. She took hold of it, slipping his glove from it and kissing his palm. "My angel."

"I am no angel."

"You are. You are the one my father sent to me. If I know anything, I know that."

Her phantom let out a breath that he had not realized he was holding and he pulled her close. "Christine, you have returned."

"And I shall never leave you again."

A/N: So that's the prologue, because by goodness, I still think the Phantom should get Christine! Anyway, the actual story starts in the first chapter, I just didn't want to jump in and people to look around and say "Wait? Didn't Raoul get the girl?" Anyway, please let me know what you think thus far.