I'm sorry this took awhile to get up. I've been busy writing my other story and school is always demanding. Also, because of the number of reviews I had received for this, I really wanted to add a greater depth into the story/plot and I think I came up with something that will make you phans really happy (I hope...I know when I thought of it I was bursting with joy at such a wondrous idea). I watched the movie a bunch of times to figure out what I wanted to change and decide what the critical events were in the story. Again, this is based off of the 2004 movie, with some influences from Leroux, the musical, and I'm not really sure yet but possibly Love Never Dies. If I do decide to use LND it will only be very little, and of course my own twists to the characters as well :)

A/N: due to the fact that Christine is now catching on and she kind of knows what to expect, I will be altering lyrics (not too much) and relocating them in different areas because I felt it'd be more appropriate (keep in mind Christine has already dreamt everything, music, lyrics, so she'd be able to sing something out of time if she wanted) it's not bad at all though, I promise :)

okay, enough ranting, and happy reading!

and for you E/C fans...trust me, I ordered six Fed-Ex trucks of fluff, fluff, FLUFF...the shipment will be arriving soon ;]

Christine's POV

This couldn't be happening.

"Christine…is that who you were talking about? Rall?"

"It's…Raoul." I corrected, "B-before my father died on the house by the sea…I guess you could say we were…knew each other."

"Christine he's so handsome!" Meg whispered excitedly.

Yes, he was handsome but also tried to drown me. I started to feel myself getting a headache. Everything I had dreamt was happening right now and it was nearly exact. After Raoul had finished making his introduction to everyone he walked right by me.

"He still didn't see me." I muttered. I remembered this in my dream. He wasn't even fazed by my presence.

"What're you talking about Christine? This is the first time you've seen him in years! Perhaps he didn't see you." Meg comforted. It sure didn't feel like I hadn't seen him in years.

It was hard to dance with thoughts filling up my mind. Could it really be I saw into the future? I began to recall what happened in my dream. What was going to happen next?

"All dey want is de danceeng!"

Carlotta; she was next.

"I hope a- he iz az excited about danceeng girlz az your new managerz…becaz I WILL NOT BE SEENGING!"

I shook my head in disagreement. Everything…everything was happening, but then that could only mean that He was here somewhere right now watching.

After the two new managers started groveling Carlotta agreed to give a preview of Act 3 from Hannibal.

"Meg…take three steps back."

"Why?"

"Let's just give Carlotta more space."

Out of nowhere a back drop fell right on top of Carlotta causing her to fall to the stage. The whole thing had caused a commotion.

"It's him…the Phantom of the Opera." Meg was undoubtedly right; I knew that now.

After Carlotta left Madame Giry walked over to the new managers with a note in hand.

"I have a message sir from the Opera Ghost-"

"Oh God in heaven you're all obsessed!'

"He welcomes you to his opera house-"

"His opera house!"

"And asks that you continue to leave box five to be empty for his use, and reminds you that his salary is due."

"His salary!"

I started to realize that this was all for me; Erik planned all of this so I could sing on the stage…but was it really going to happen? Everything in my dream had played out so far, but would it really go as far as to me singing in Carlotta's place? No…not even that would happen; there had to be things in that dream that wouldn't come true, and this was probably one of them.

"Christine Daae could sing it sir." My heart stopped dead in my chest.

"What a chorus girl? Don't be silly."

"She has been taking lessons from a great teacher." Madame Giry knew! How did I not see this all before?

"Who?" Andre asked me.

"Eri…I-I don't know his name monsieur…" I almost said his name! Then it struck me that this was all real, and Erik was the Phantom of the Opera and my Angel of Music…my Angel of Music for all these years, and I needed him.

"Let her sing for you monsieur. She has been well taught." Madame Giry confirmed.

The managers gestured me downstage.

"From the beginning of the aria then please mademoiselle."

Tonight's performance would be for Erik, and no one else. Exactly as the dream went I performed in place of Carlotta, and it felt absolutely wonderful standing on stage while the audience applauded. All I wanted to do was go to my dressing room.

The moment Madame Giry left the room I looked at the mirror, was he there now?

"Angel of Music…" I cooed, "Are you with me?"

"Yes…" Erik's voice filled the air all around me, but then sent chills throughout by body; even though everything that happened in my dream had happened so far…how would I even know that Erik looked the way he did in my dream? Seeing Raoul was one thing, but it occurred to me that I had never even seen what Erik looked like…how did I even know his name was Erik?

"Little Lotte let her mind wander…"

I turned around to see Raoul walk in holding a bouquet of flowers, "Oh, Raoul…"

"Little Lotte thought am I fonder of dolls or shoes? Or of riddles or frocks?" he waited for me to say the next verse, but I didn't, "Or of chocolates?"

"That…that was a long time ago." I finally managed to get out.

He smiled at this, "Yes, the violin would be playing as we read to each other dark stories of the north."

"My father played the violin Raoul."

"Yes, of course."

This was so weird. I had to test this out for myself.

"Raoul, could you perhaps do me a favor?"

"Anything you'd like Little Lotte." He flashed his teeth with a big smile.

"Could you stand in the center of the room?"

"Okay..." he was confused but did so anyways, "Now what?"

"Umm…take off your shoes."

He gave me an inquisitive look, "Christine, I don't see the point in this."

"Please Raoul, for me?" at this he obediently untied his shoes and placed them on the floor after taking them off.

"Can I put them back on now so that we may go to dinner?"

How strange…I could change things that were supposed to happen…at least I think to some extent.

"Christine?"

"Hmm?" I glanced back at him.

"So now may we go to dinner?" he asked.

Things like; I could make Raoul take off his shoes but not stop him from stubbornly asking me to go to dinner with him.

"No."

"But…why ever not?" the smile from his face dropped in disappointment.

"I don't feel well...I think I'm sick, and even if I did agree it probably wouldn't happen."

"What makes you say that?" he asked with a puzzled look.

"It just…I'm tired." I wanted Raoul to leave because if this supernatural occurrence kept up its performance I knew what was to come next and it was one of the best parts of my dreaming.

"Christine please, it's been years since I've seen you! Let me take you out to dinner."

He wasn't going to give this up; he didn't in my dream, "Fine."

"Really?" his face lit up.

"Yes Raoul, I'll go to dinner with you. Go get your…horses."

He bolted to the door, "Two minutes Little Lotte! And Christine?"

"Yes?"

"You sang like an angel tonight." Grinning he closed the door behind him.

I quickly got up to change out of my costume, and surely enough when I was done changing Erik had not let me down; all of the candles went out but I didn't head for the door this time.

"Insolent boy this slave of fashion! Basking in your glory! Ignorant fool this brave young suitor! Sharing in my triumph!"

I couldn't help a small smile, but I had to know if this was Erik from my dream.

"Angel or father, friend or Phantom; who is it there staring? Angel oh please, what endless longings, enter at last master."

"Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside!"

Surely when I looked in the mirror my reflection slowly disappeared to reveal a cloaked man dressed in black with a white mask to cover half of his face. I could feel my heart racing as he sang for me to come closer and when he offered his hand to me I grasped it wholeheartedly.

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name. If I should dream again I'm sure to find, the Phantom of the Opera is there! Inside my mind…"

"Sing once again with me our strange duet! My power over you grows stronger yet and though you turn from me to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there! Inside your mind…"

"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear…"

"It's me they hear…"

"Your spirit and my voice in one combined, the Phantom of the Opera is there! Inside my mind…"

"In all your fantasies you always knew that man and mystery…"

"Were both in you…"

"And in his labyrinth, when night is blind the Phantom of the Opera is there! Inside my mind…"

"Sing my Angel of Music!"

Oh how I sang for him. I wanted to do nothing more. It was Erik mind, body, and soul. He looked exactly the same in my dream though I had never seen him before! This brought me nothing but absolute sheer and utter joy.

Just as I had dreamt he began to sing for me our beautiful Music of the Night. When he sang this to me in my reverie it was no doubt the most sensual feeling I had ever felt posses my body. I feared that it would not feel the same when Erik began to sing to me but I was wrong…it was a thousand times better. When he placed his hands around my waist I shuddered; how it teased my body to feel him against me. I turned around to face him when he led me to a mirror image of me wearing a wedding dress. It was the wedding dress I had worn when we came down here after Don Juan Triumphant. I turned around and looked into his eyes. It was hard to believe he could kill anyone when I saw nothing but adoration in his blue-green eyes. If I loved him could I stop the deaths that happened? I leaned into his chest and took in scent of his sweet cologne. I could feel his arms wrap around me.

"Oh Christine it is quite late." He whispered musically into my ear. He lifted me up and carried me to his luxurious bed with a golden swan as the frame. Everything was truly real, but that meant I didn't have time to just not do anything.

"Erik wait-" he froze as he set me down upon the mattress.

"H-how do you know my name?" he was beyond shocked and his face grew pale. I had forgotten that he still thought I believed he was my Angel of Music. In my dream Erik and I had always gotten close but it seemed something pulled us apart and we never had the chance to talk. I couldn't let that happen now. I wanted to tell Erik everything about my dream, but how much could I reveal to him?

"You'd never believe me…"

I don't really know if I should do Erik's POV at some point...I'll leave that up to you guys to decide :) R&R!