The Mirror Has Two Faces

- What if Raoul was the murderer in the story and Erik was accused with the crimes? It all begins with five simple words that Christine takes to heart, Fear Can Turn To Love, and when she is overheard confessing her feelings for Erik to her father's grave by Erik and she decides to marry him, things get ugly. I'll try my best to stay in character but since I'm swapping their personalities, it's going to be hard. I've put this in musicals because I'm going with the musical's time line even though the Phantom isn't known as Erik in it.


Chapter One- The Sign


Christine stared in horror at it. She blinked several times, hoping it would go away but it didn't.

A low whimper in her throat roused Erik from hiding it, he looked up at her, his agony apparent within the deep, nearly raw scars. He began to curse at her, his words a blur but she heard each one of them and the pain that went along. He called her his Pandora, his Delilah. Then he began to calm and his words were almost soothing as she stared.

She listened, her fear melting into pity. He spoke of the face, asking her how she managed not to turn away. How she had not run and gotten rid of the thought of him. But then how he dreamed of one day being happy even now that he was miserable. His next words struck her sharply.

"But Christine, fear can turn to love you'll learn to see to find the man behind the monster this, repulsive carcass who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly, secretly... Oh, Christine..." He held out his hand for the mask.

Her eyes filled with tears at this and she leaned forward, getting to her knees and placing the mask gently in his hand. She opened her mouth to apologize but he suggested they go for the managers would worry.


She went home that morning and straight to bed. But sleep did not come easily. She continued to think on his words. Did she fear him? No, she didn't. At least not when he wasn't angry, he was frightening when he was angry. Did she love him?

She thought for a moment. She definitely cared for him more than most people, but love? Yes perhaps she loved him, but if she was in love with him, that was the real question.

She thought on this some. But after quite some time she still hadn't much of an answer. But she did know she wasn't in love with Raoul, he was sweet to her and very handsome, and he had a lot to offer, but Raoul wasn't the sort of person she saw herself spending her life with. He was a patron of the opera but he was no connoisseur. He had reminded her almost daily that when they were married she would not be able to sing with the opera anymore.

She had thought over this many times. She got up from the bed and went into the kitchen of her small flat, heating up some milk. Her thoughts did not end there.

She thought of how Erik loved music and how wonderful living in the labyrinth must be, yes it was dark, but to live and breath on music, to feel the notes climbing through the air, to sit by his side and sing and know he loved her. To know he would do anything for her.

She shivered and poured the milk into a glass, sitting down and drinking it. She knew he loved her, she could see it in his eyes along with the pain, but it was stronger than the pain. She thought of the way she always felt around him. Her heart fluttered and she went numb from anything that had nothing to do with him. She could only hear his voice and his music, and only saw him, and the way he looked at her. Was she in love with him?

She finished the milk and put the glass in the sink for later. She smiled, realizing that she very much believed so.


She fell asleep with that and dreamt of Erik, happiness filled her dreams. She saw him, but he wasn't wearing the mask, and his face was whole.

He reached for her hand and she gave it to him. He pulled her through a field and then in the middle was a large grey stone.

Father- Charles Daae`.

She knew now what he wanted.

Christine jumped out of bed and changed her clothes and ran to the closet, grabbing her cloak and then ran out the door. She made her way down the stairs and out to the street, she flagged down a hansom and directed it to Perros.


Christine slowly approached the mausoleum, just the way she remembered it in her dream. She kneeled down and placed a hand on the gate, her eyes going over the name several times. "Hello, Papa. I bet you know why I'm here since you're in heaven now," she pulled some ivy from the gate. "I want you to know that I'm in love, and I want you to try your best to bless us. Papa I know you know who he is, and I know you know he loves me too."

Erik inhaled deeply from behind the mausoleum, his ears extremely intent on her words. He was sure she was going to mention Raoul.

"He's very kind to me, and he would never hurt me, and I know Erik and I can be happy, while I'm sure Raoul and I would not. Papa, I suppose I'm asking for your blessing, and that you help Erik understand that all he would have to do is ask, that he doesn't have to be so shy with me, with holding me. He doesn't have to take what I say the wrong way, he can trust me and my love for him." She sniffled and stroked the name . "And I do love him, I do."

Erik grasped the pole nearest him, she loved him. Christine really loved him. She had just confessed to God and her father. "Le Bon Dieu." He whispered, looking to the skies.

Christine felt hot tears pour down her cheeks. "I just don't know what to do, Papa, how do I tell him and know he will believe me?" She wiped the tears from her eyes. "Guide me."

Erik stepped from behind the mausoleum, she was looking to the ground, wiping her face with a handkerchief.

"Wandering child so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance."

She looked up and the shook was priceless. This is why he was in the dream, she was meant to have him hear her. She stood carefully. "Erik, I..."

He raised and hand and stepped closer. "Say no more, Cherie," She nearly melted as his arms found her waist. "You have said enough." He timidly leaned down and brought his lips to hers. She fell into the embrace, her arms finding his neck and pulling his body closer to hers.

Both surprised each other with the hunger the other expressed for this simple yet powerful action. They parted after too short a time, she gazed into his eyes almost in disbelief. "Please say I'm not dreaming." She whispered, reaching up to touch his right cheek.

He flinched a bit. "Christine... this is no dream but," He looked down. "My face, it repulses you."

She continued to intently look at him. "No," He looked at her, confused. "It repulsed me once, but now... I don't care."

"Once but that was just last night!" He cried, backing away from her.

She grabbed his arm and forced him to look into her blazing eyes. "It doesn't matter, my love is stronger than my fear."

He stared at her in disbelief for a moment. "Fear can turn to love..." He trailed off.

She shook her head. "No, it hasn't. Love has always been there, as has fear, but fear adds excitement. You are my love, my maestro," She kissed him gently. "My Angel."

He collapsed into her arms and cried for a bit, her own tears freely falling. "Come, you must get home and I have rehearsal." She said softly.

"Wait, Christine..." She turned to look at him.

"Yes, Erik?"

"Well, seeing as we might have your fathers permission, and well, we both love each other very much..." He looked at her questioningly. She nodded for him to continue.

He nervously fell to one knee, tearing the ring from his finger and taking her hand, slipping it on the tip then looking at her. "Will you marry me?"

She gasped for air. Tears poured from her eyes and her knees were becoming weak. "Oh, Erik of course I will!" She gasped. His own tears slid from the mask and she looked around, looking into his eyes then slowly removing the mask. "I'll marry you, not the Phantom."

He smiled and sniffed, slipping the rest of the ring onto her finger and then pulling her down to kiss. "I'll buy you something more elegant and your size soon enough." He whispered.

She smiled. "You don't have to..."

He placed a finger on her lips. "I will spoil you if I choose." He smiled and kissed her again.

"Let's go." She said, he helped her up.

"Those fools are casting you as the pageboy." He mumbled.

A wave of disappointment flowed through her but she hid it. "It's all right, I'll have my time."

He smiled and touched her cheek. "Yes, you shall."


I know it's a wee bit shorter than my usual stuff, but I have to separate ideas or ill go mad! Tell me what you think or I refuse to continue it!