A/N: Well as some of you may notice I changed the summary. The story will not change as a result.

Disclaimer: I wished upon a star, but it didn't work. So I still don't own it.

Raoul's POV

She's gone. I realized she wouldn't be returning. I handed the waiter the money and walked out. It was colder than usual, and I couldn't shake this feeling, weather it was good or not I cannot say, but it was a feeling and I soon learned what it was.

'Erik is dead'

That's what I saw as I walked past the man on the bench, that's what his newspaper said. I could not bring myself to believe it. I went home and saw that it indeed was written in the newspaper.

Aren't you supposed to be thrilled? He's finally dead. Isn't this what you've been waiting for?

But for reasons that I could not control I was not glad. I felt that what I was reading was nothing but false hope. That he was not dead, or maybe I just didn't want him to be. Something was very wrong with this picture. But I couldn't place a finger on it.

Christine

What will she do if she returns to find him dead, what would become of her? I needed to get there, before it was too late. With that thought, I grabbed my coat and got into my carriage, knowing that her life depended on it.

A/N: Now doesn't the new summary make more sense?

Christine's POV

Beneath the opera house I know he's there.

He can't be dead. I won't let myself believe it.

He's with me on the stage he's everywhere.

I could hear him in my mind that voice, my being, as well as my curse. That voice which would follow me to my grave, and that would lead to heaven, or condemn me to hell. I wasn't going to let that voice be silenced.

And when my song begins I always find…

I couldn't stand the voice, but at the same time I needed it

The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.

I knew this voice, it belonged to him the phantom, genius, madman, angel, composer, musician, architect, and several others, which have escaped my mind at the moment.

Sing once again with me, our strange duet.

I wanted to be there, in the darkness, hard as lightning, soft as candlelight.

My power over you grows stronger yet.

Did I ever really trust the music of the night? There's a chance it can't be trusted, there's a chance it could kill, there's a chance it could save.

And though you turn from me, you glance behind.

I needed to just forget everything and keep walking.

The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind.

I wanted to forget, I really did. But I was forced to remember. It would haunt me to the point of insanity I could never escape.

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear.

I never should have gotten myself into this mess, imagine how much trouble could have been avoided if I just stayed away.

I am the mask you wear… It's me they hear.

But how can you stay away from something that you are drawn to by fate? Is it even possible? And how can one even answer those questions without challenging the views of the other person?

Your spirit and my voice in one combined, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.

I approached the building that held all the answers anyone could ever need. It provided a genius with a labyrinth, and a singer with an entrance to it.

A/N: A nice long chapter to make up for the wait. Now the first person who can tell me the group that sings the lyrics used in Christine's POV will get a story request, anything from angst to humor (just not lemon, I can't write that) R&R