Hey everyone, this is a new story…..and well, I always post new stories when my most recent ones are coming to and end soon. But, I just got this idea when I was out over the weekend….Made me think about what would have happened if Raoul left Christine upon finding out she wasn't a virgin on her wedding night….Please let me know what you think of the first chapter. And well, I don't own Phantom so with that being said, here's a taste of the story…..

Christine's POV

I paced the balcony floor of the DeChagney estate, gazing almost every second at the thick smoke and flames that could be seen emerging from the opera house. I had only arrived here just moments ago, still soaking wet and dressed in the wedding gown my angel had forced me into. He had let me go. I had kissed his malformed face, causing him to cry. My angel cried, and from those tears I realized that my kiss had been his first. How horrible it must have been to walk through life without ever being granted the bliss of a single innocent kiss. I did not love him, and had only kissed him to save Raoul, but after seeing those tears, those sweet tears, my opinion about him had changed. I believed he couldn't love, I believed his soul was so dark that no light would or could ever shine through him. But I was wrong. My angel cut Raoul down from where he was hanging, and ordered us to go. I hesitated, trying to see the kindness that his heart was throwing out to us, but Raoul pulled me away.

My angel ordered us to take his gondola and never look back. He knew I loved Raoul, he knew in his heart that I would never love him the way I would love Raoul. As my lover rowed us out of the lair, the echoing screams from the mob frightened me. They were out to destroy my angel, take away his life, his music, his….his very existence. But I did not stop Raoul from getting us out of the opera house. I was still in complete shock, even when he was helping me into his horse drawn carriage. As it pulled away, all I could do was turn my head and watch as the burning opera house began to get farther and farther away until I could no longer see it.

But I was looking at it now. I was standing on the balcony of Raoul's estate, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

"Christine?"

I turned to spot Raoul standing at the balcony doors that lead back to the master bedroom. He had changed out of his soaked clothes, and was now dressed in his finest suit.

"Yes?" I asked, my voice filled with sorrow.

"You….you should change out of that horrible attire and into your evening dress. It's almost time for supper."

I nodded, and watched Raoul disappear. How could he expect me to sit down with his family and eat after all I've been through? As if none of it happened at all? I wanted to rest, I wanted to sleep off all the horrible events that had taken place, and yet, Raoul wanted to do the complete opposite. I tiptoed back inside, and there, laid out on the master bed was a new dress. It was green with white lacing; not my style at all. I would have argued about wearing it, but anything was better than wearing this wet dress. As I slipped the dry garment over my head, I thought about all the beautiful dresses my angel bought for me. He had such wonderful taste, and the dresses were always comfortable and smelled of him….

This brought a tear to my eye. Why couldn't things still be the same? Why couldn't my angel have just accepted the fact that were student and teacher? Who knew if he were even still alive.

"Christine?" I heard Raoul's voice calling me from the stairs. "Dinner is ready."

I looked at my pale face in the mirror, and sighed.

"I'm coming."

Downstairs, Raoul was waiting for me, checking his pocket watch as the commotion of his family could be heard in the background. When I was on the last stair, he didn't extend his hand to me, nor did he kiss me. No matter the occasion, my angel always extended his gloved hand to me. It was his way of being a gentleman.

"Christine, you kept me waiting five minutes more than you should have." he said. "I told you dinner was ready over ten minutes ago."

Raoul seemed angry, but I wasn't quite sure. He always paraded me around his family like a dog on a leash. That was a part of him that I clearly could not stand.

"I'm sorry, Raoul. I'm just not in the mood for dinner tonight."

"My family is waiting, Christine. We are to be married in two days, and have yet to speak about the arrangements."

"Sorry."

Raoul pulled me to the kitchen, and laughed it off and blamed his lateness on me in an innocent joke.

"You know Christine." he laughed. "Always wanting to look her best."

I would have thought my wedding to be planned between Raoul and I, but his mother had plans of her own. She already had the invitations in hand, and when I got my first look at them, they were the ugliest things I had ever seen. I had wanted to create them myself, adding bright spring colors and flowers on the covers of them, but these were horrible. They were white with gold trim as a border, with the words "You're invited" plastered in the center.

"Formal." his mother stated. "And it gets right to the point."

I was about to say something, when Raoul butted in.

"They're beautiful, mother, really…"

She smiled, as Raoul handed the stack of invitations back to her, but I held on to the one I had.

"Could I have my invitation back?" she asked, reaching out her wrinkled hand. "I shall be sending these out tonight to all of the DeChagney family members."

"May I hold onto this one?" I questioned. "I'd like to give it to someone."

His mother laughed, which offended me greatly.

"You? Come now, dear, who on earth would you be inviting?"

I stuck the invitation into my pocket, and continued with my meal, ignoring what she had said.

"So anyway, I'll send the order for the flowers to the florist tomorrow and he said he should be able to come to the house on the day of the wedding to decorate the garden."

"Excuse me?" I butted in, wondering what his mother was talking about.

"Why, where else would you be getting married? All the DeChagney family has been married in the garden of this very estate."

"But that's not how I wanted to do it." I kindly argued. "I always wanted to be married in the village church. That's where my mother and father were married."

"You're not becoming a Daae." Raoul's father butted in. "You're becoming a DeChagney, and the DeChagney's marry in the garden."

"Yes." his mother agreed. "And in the family wedding gown."

Everything was turning out to be one huge nightmare. I thought Raoul and I would plan the wedding, I thought we would pick out flowers and our wedding attire. I was being forced to marry Raoul how his parents wanted it to be. Yes, I loved Raoul with all my heart, but this wasn't how I wanted it.

"May I be excused?" I finally blurted out.

"Christine, are you alright?" Raoul asked, standing up to assist me.

"Yes." I lied. "I'm just exhausted. If it's alright, I'd like to turn in for the night."

"Goodnight then, Christine." Raoul kissed me on the hand, and watched me walk up the stairs. When I was finally back in my room, I locked the door and collapsed to my knees sobbing uncontrollably. This day had been horrible, but now my wedding was only going to be worse. But something instantly ceased my crying….. I felt the cool wind against my face, only to look over and find the balcony doors wide open. I was sure I had closed them before going to dinner, but that wasn't all that was out of the ordinary. On the floor were scattered rose petals, with a piece of parchment laying near the doors.

Curious, I wiped my tearing eyes and crawled over to it. The writing was scratchy and dark, but I knew this hand writing! I'd know it anywhere!

"Forgive me, forget me, Christine.

O.G"

He had been here! He had come and given me the note, and the scattered rose petals. I knew what they symbolized. My angel always presented a full rose when ever he was happy and whole, but now he was aching deep inside from my rejection…..no, he couldn't be whole, nor could the rose…

"Do not cry." came the soft, familiar voice.

My head shot up from my knees, expecting to see my angel standing there, but he wasn't. My room was still completely empty.

"Is…is it you?"

The room fell silent for the longest of moments before I finally heard his voice again, this time being even softer.

"Who else?"

"Why have you come here?"

"Is the note not enough to explain my visit?"

I looked back down at his note, and wiped my tears again.

"You're supposed to be happy, Christine. Why are you crying?"

"My wedding." I cried. "It's not how I wanted it to be. I'm being forced to do things I do not wish to do."

"Such as?"

"Being married in the garden. I wanted to be married in the church my mother and father were married in. I wanted to pick out my own gown instead of being forced to wear a 500 year old dress…..Which reminds me."

I took out the invitation I had kept, and looked towards the balcony doors.

"Please show your self."

A long pause occurred, and I wondered if we were even still here. Perhaps I had been imagining the entire thing.

"I'd rather not." came his ghostly voice.

"I have something for you."

Another long pause occurred, before I finally saw him step inside. He was dressed in his cloak, but from underneath, I saw that he was still dressed in his soaking wet clothes. He also had a bag swung over his shoulder filled to the brim with his belongings.

I stood to my feet, and cautiously handed him the invitation.

"What's this?"

"I know you won't come, but….something to remember me by."

His eyes lightened upon realizing what I had given him.

"Rather tasteless." he stated. "But very thoughtful all the same."

"The invitation wasn't my idea either, but I want you to have it."

He stuck it into his pocket, and turned his back.

"I….I really must be going, Christine. Just know that I never meant to cause you such pain."

I couldn't let things be as they were. He had apologized to me! For everything! I could see the man beneath the phantom!

"Would you care to stay?" I gasped. "For a few more minutes?"

He stopped in place, and turned back around.

"Why should I prolong the pain of losing you any longer? I must go."

"It's just for a few more moments."

It took a few seconds, but he finally placed down his bag and stood by the balcony doors.

"You can sit." I said motioning to the vanity seat.

"I'd rather stand, thank you."

He was acting like I was the Phantom and he were me. I no longer feared him, and so I willingly approached him and reached out for his cloak.

"You're soaking wet. Let me take your cloak."

I had expected him to hand it over, but he pulled the garment closer to his body.

"No, I'd rather not…"

But when I got a steady grip on it, I pulled it away revealing a blood stained shirt.

"You're hurt…."

"It's fine." he assured. "I'll clean it as soon as I reach my destination."

But I didn't listen to him. Yes, I might have found him hideous, but he needed help. He was a human being after all.

"What happened to you?" I gasped, rushing around my room to find a basin.

"I escaped the mob. But not before one of them ran their blade across my chest."

I came back with my wash basin filled with warm, soapy water. I knelt down in front of him, and for the first time ever, I touched him. I slowly glided my hands down each button of his stained shirt, as he shuddered against my touch.

"Really…" he replied trying to stand. "I shouldn't be here."

"You can leave, but not until your bleeding has stopped."

His gloved hand grabbed my wrist tightly to stop me.

"Christine, please."

But his shirt was already unbuttoned, and the scars were exposed. I had never seen so many scars in all my life. They were hideous and crisscrossed in every direction. I didn't know! God! I didn't know that he was treated so badly in his life….if only I had perhaps asked.

"I'm….I'm sorry." I gasped. "I didn't know…."

He pressed his eyes closed.

"You never bothered asking."

Instead of concentrating on the scars, I concentrated on washing out the gash he had across his chest. It wasn't deep enough to need stitches, but it would have become infected if not for being cleaned out. He gasped at the horrible pain from the soap making contact with his open wound, but he calmed down after I bandaged it.

"There." I said kneeling back.

"Good." he quickly buttoned his shirt back up, and hurried to his feet. "I must be going now."

"Wait." he stopped, and I approached him with his cloak. "You're forgetting this."

I wrapped it around his back, and gently tied the strings around his neck. But something inside of me tore through my body….something strange, and before I even had the chance to step away, I was kissing him. That kiss was like a spark to my heart, for I didn't pull away, nor did I stop….I wanted more.

"Christine…Christine….what…"

He turned away, but I wouldn't let him disappear.

"I'm sorry." he continued. "For everything."

"I'm not, now please kiss me…."

"It isn't right."

"You're still my maestro. I want to apologize for my actions. You deserve to feel love, if only for tonight."

He paused as I ran my fingers up and down the buttons of his shirt, the scars rubbing against its fabric.

"Do you not want to feel love? I don't want you to go through life without knowing what it feels like, angel."

And then, he kissed me again. His kiss was so passionate, that I softly moaned. As our kisses deepened, I laid back against my bed as he crawled on top of me, his cloak covering us both. My hands wandered to the buttons of his shirt to begin pulling away at the garment. I didn't have much to give him for all he's ever done for me since my childhood, but I knew I could give him something he would remember, something he never experienced before. I myself was a virgin, never knowing what such fiery passion felt like.

"Wait…wait…" I heaved, breaking our kiss.

"Christine, tell your maestro to stop, and he will."

"I don't wish to stop…..I…."

"What is it?" he whispered.

"What should I call you?"

"Excuse me?"

I didn't know his name, and I'd be damned to make love to a man who's name I didn't even know. I had always called him by "angel" or "Maestro" but I couldn't call him that anymore, not now, and not tonight.

"I mean, what should I call you?"

"You can call me angel, or maestro." he said. "Or nothing at all."

"I wish to know the name of the man who is pleasuring me."

He pressed his eyes shut, and whimpered out a name, my angel's birth name.

"Erik."

"It suits you." I said, kissing him again.

Erik kept his mask on as we discarded one another's clothes; his cold gloved hands touching each crevice of my body. My breasts hardened beneath his fingers as he groaned softly into my ear. His orgasms were like sweet, seductive music to my ears.

"You, my angel, are so beautiful. Erik does not deserve to be touching such a beautiful woman."

I had only heard stories about how to pleasure a man before, but the moment I touched him in such a way, his breathing became labored against my neck.

"Oh, mon ange….yes…."

. He kissed my ear, as I sighed deeply into his shoulder, tasting the scars that were crisscrossed all over his flesh. When we couldn't take another moment of such bliss, Erik hovered over my body, his mismatched eyes meeting my blue orbs.

"Tell Erik to stop and he will."

What was I doing? Just hours ago, I found this man completely hideous, but now….now I wanted his body. I should have stopped, I should have told him to leave, but he was a wonderful lover…..and this….this was something I wanted to give him.

"No." I said. "I want this…."

Erik had tears in his eyes as he pressed an innocent kiss to my neck.

"Will it hurt?" I asked.

His mismatched eyes met with my own in an instant. He seemed confused, but finally answered me.

"I…..I have read that the first time is….uncomfortable. But Erik would never harm his Christine. If you are afraid, I will leave now." he closed his eyes, awaiting those very words. But I did not back down.

"I'm not afraid, and…I don't want you to leave."

His gloved hands touched my thighs, but I intertwined my fingers with his own, and pulled away the leather articles.

"Wh…what are you doing?"

"I want to feel your hands against my skin."

Erik pulled his boney hands to his bare, scarred chest.

"They are covered in the world's blood. They do not deserve to touch something so pure."

I had never seen Erik's bare hands before, and reached out for one of them. It was cold and slender, but soft all the same. The moment his flesh met with the hot skin of my stomach, he gasped loudly. The coldness of his hands sent erotic sparks through my body as he placed both of them on my thighs to align himself against me.

"Touch me…" I cooed.

"I've never…..I don't wish to disappoint you."

I knew Erik was just as frightened as I was. I had never done this with anyone before, not even Raoul. Erik was leaning over me again, close enough to taste his chest, so that's exactly what I did. His gasps and growls came violently as my lips worked over every scar I could get my mouth on. I was driving him so mad, that at one point, I felt his member so close to my own. It was warm, and I wanted nothing more than to feel it inside of me. To let Erik know that I didn't want him to stop, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and pulled him into me. His member was inside of me now…..not far enough to break my virginity, but he was a few thrust away. He gasped upon feeling me, and stopped everything he was doing.

"Is….is something wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head, and looked away.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I began kissing his neck again, as he slowly and carefully entered me. It hurt, more than anything in the world, and I couldn't help but whimper upon every slow thrust. When he was completely inside of me, he stopped to let me adjust this new sensation.

"Forgive me…." he whimpered. "Erik didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's ok…."

And just like that, our bodies began moving against one another's. It was painful at first, but soon, that feeling went away and filled me with more pleasure than I had ever felt.

He grunted orgasmically into my neck as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Erik….." I softly called out his name, sending his thrusts even faster into me.

"Oh, Christine….sing for me….."

His voice was like an angel's. He was so gentle with me, so loving, and so gentle. And as long as he was wearing his mask and wig, Erik was nothing more to me than a normal human being.

"Christine…mon ange…."

Erik and I sang for one another, as our bodies moved in sync. It was as if we were made for each other…..Our sex was like a beautiful symphony, and we even finished at the same time. Afterwards, we lay there heaving and gasping for air. We were both so exhausted that we didn't say a word to one another, and I was glad. Instead, we closed our eyes, and the next thing I knew, I had fallen asleep beside him.

"Christine!"

My name being called had awaken me out of my sleep. It was Raoul! Oh God! I quickly opened my eyes and sat up, hearing a horrible pounding at my door.

"Christine, why is this door locked? It's me….."

I looked over at the side Erik had been laying on, only to notice that the space was empty and cold. That wasn't the only thing…..his clothes which had been scattered all over the room were gone as well. It was morning, and Erik was gone. I sighed in relief, and wrapped a blanket around my naked body. But as I moved the sheets around, a note fell into my lap.

"Thank you for everything, Christine.

I am long gone from your estate, and shall never return. Live your life with way you've always dreamt it, and be happy. If you ever find it within your beautiful heart to forgive me for all the ciaos I've caused, please, write me sometime. Box 666, Ruavista street. It's not where I'm staying, just a post office box where my mail is being sent.

Your Angel,

Erik."

My angel had truly changed. I was afraid he would surely kidnap me and force marriage upon me, especially after what I had done with him the night before. But…he was gone. Perhaps all he needed was someone to show him a little compassion. I smiled, and stuck the letter into my night table drawer, relieved that my troubles and fears were finally over.

"Christine!"

Once again, a pounding occurred at my bedroom door.

"Coming, Raoul."

"We have a wedding to plan." he groaned.

When he was finally gone, I happily bounced to my wardrobe closet to dress for the day. Why was I so happy? I wasn't sure, but for some reason, I felt as if today was going to be a great one.

Ok, so that's the first chapter. We shall be getting into the plot soon, but this is just a little taste of what's to come. Please review everyone! And I won't be updating this one for a while. I'm currently trying to finish the Breaking Point. Thanks!