Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction ever! YAY! I've had PLENTY of ideas in my head to last me a lifetime, I started one before but I've never really had a chance to finish it. I hope you all like it and those of you who are as obsessed with Erik (the Phantom) as much as I am, I applaud you all on choosing such a wonderful obsession! On with the story!

Short Summary: Christine and Raoul have just married when Christine finds out Erik is dead. (I know, how could I do something like that! Don't worry, our masked friend will be back!) Christine goes into depression, but can't tell Raoul why she is so upset. She realizes she loves the Phantom and bam, the Phantom returns! I'll leave the rest hanging, don't worry, there will be a BIG surprise at the end!

Shattered Passion/Chapter One

"Floating, falling

Sweet intoxication,

Touch me, trust me

Savor each sensation..."

Christine drifted back to the real world. She stared at the reflection in front of her. She was getting married. Married to her Raoul. She smiled at the thought of what was to come that night. Her heart fluttered with joy, but at the same time it wept. She could not help but hope her Phantom would come to see her. It had been four months since the devastating fire at the Opera Populaire, her home, and she had no word no what had happened. She desperately wanted to see or hear from Meg, Madame Giry, anyone, just to know if he was alright. Christine was brought back from her daze by a slight tap on her shoulder. It was Raoul's sister Victoria.

"Christine, it's time to go. Are you nervous? I sure would be." Christine smiled at the young girl before her. She was slightly shorter than Christine with brilliant blond hair pulled back from her face to accent her gorgeous blue eyes, eyes just like her brother's. Victoria was four years younger than Christine and as much as she wanted to spill out her heart to her, she could not.

"No Victoria, I'm not nervous. I love Raoul, your brother. This is just proof of our love for each other." Victoria grinned and embraced her soon-to-be sister-in-law and escorted her out of the lavish dressing room.

Raoul stood at the altar, tiny beads of sweat collecting on his forehead. He shouldn't be nervous, he couldn't be, yet he was. At every special moment Raoul shared with Christine, the Phantom, that thing was always there. He couldn't help but think that this occasion would be no exception. Almost every night before Raoul went to sleep, that one night kept playing over and over again in his mind.

"Angel of music, you deceived me,

I gave you my mind blindly."

"You try my patience, make your choice."

"Pitiful creature of darkness,

What kind of life have you known,

God give me courage to show you,

You are not alone!"

Raoul would wake up every night in a cold sweat. She had chosen him. His Christine had chosen that monster. The only reason he was with her was because the monster pitied their love and let her free. No! Christine loved him, she said so herself. Raoul pushed the thought aside.

Thirty minutes later, Christine Daae and Raoul DeChagny were married. The two lovers were as happy as can be. The reception went on flawlessly. Christine's thoughts of the Phantom had dispersed until she saw a figure staring at her about twenty feet away. The gaze was piercing, causing Christine to excuse herself from the table and walk towards the shadowy figure. Raoul was watching with close eyes, his heart beating so loud, he thought he was going to explode. He was relieved to see that after the figure lowered its hood, it was only Madame Giry. Christine walked up to her and embraced her tightly. Madame Giry's lips curved in a slight smile, but as Christine pulled away, she could tell something was wrong. Madame Giry had come to her in a dress that was extremely wrinkled, torn on the left side, her hair was up in a loose bun and dark circles surrounded her eyes, showing her lack of sleep. She pulled Christine aside and spoke with a deathly urgent tone in her voice.

"Christine, I'm sorry to have come her on your wedding day like this. I never recieved any letters from you and I knew where you would be, so I needed to tell you what has happened at the opera house." Madame Giry dropped her head. Christine grabbed her shoulders.

"Madame Giry, what is wrong? Does it have anything to do with Erik?" The older woman nodded. Christine took her hand and gently titled Madame Giry's face to see hers. A single tear slid down the woman's cheek.

"Two days after you and Raoul left the opera house, they found a body floating in the river, in the Phantom's lair. It was Erik Christine, he's dead." All Christine wanted to do was scream at the top of her lungs. She sank to the floor as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. She heard footsteps and looked up. Madame Giry had disappeared, but Raoul was walking straight towards her, a look of desperate concern on his face. Christine jumped up and fled to her dressing room Victoria had gotten her out of, locking the door behind her. In ten seconds, a loud knock sounded on the door.

"Christine darling, please let me in. Oh please let me know what is wrong my love. Please let me in." Christine just stared at the door and finally opened it after wiping her face with her handkerchief. Raoul rushed in and embraced his new wife.

"Oh Christine my love what is wrong? Madame Giry disappeared before I had a chance to talk with her, but what she said must have greatly upset you. What did she say that made you so upset?" Raoul titled Christine's chin to face him. Christine looked for an answer, any answer that would seem logical to make her upset. Any mention of Erik and her marriage would be ruined and she didn't want that, did she?

"Do you remember the chapel I would always go down to in the opera house? Every night since I was seven, I would go down there and light a candle for my father. That was my place where I could talk to him. It was destoryed in the fire. Nothing is left of it. Madame Giry said everything was burnt, my locket of him, the music we would sing that I left there, everything was destroyed." Raoul squeezed his wife tighter and gently kissed her on the lips.

"Christine I am so sorry. I know how much your father meant to you. If you want a few moments alone, I will let you have them. I will let the guests know what is going on." With one final kiss and I love you, Raoul left Christine alone in the room. As soon as Raoul walked away, Christine burst into tears. Her Erik, her teacher, her angel, dead. Christine tried to stand, but she was gasping for air, her sobs were so uncontrollable. She stared in the mirror and all her questions were finally answered. She had chosen Erik that night and he let her go. Christine had made herself believe that she had chosen him out of pity, but not she realized what it was. She was in love. She loved Erik. Deeper than any love for Raoul, for anyone in her entire life. Christine was in love with the Phantom of the Opera.

Well, there's chapter one for ya! If you think it's absolutely terrible or if it's good and I should keep writing, please review and let me know. I'll try and put up chapter two as soon as I can, or for a change we will go somewhere I never dreamed I would go. I won't say any more, you'll just have to wait and see what happens! Please review!

Love Always,

Alyson