A/N: Hello, yes. So this chapter is just from the earlier event and it's from Erik's point of view. I will update the continuation soon.

Also, please read this as you listen to There's Always a Tomorrow from Dracula. :3

Warning: Drug use.

(Erik's P.O.V)

Earlier...

This is it. Our time has come. We will see one other once more. After almost a century and a half of waiting, we would finally have our chance to reunite. My Christine Daaé. My lovely bride. Our tragic end had left me living in agony for so long; I was completely lost without my Christine. The day which I had stumbled upon a man-not a mere man but a great witch, was the day that had made something of what I am now- an immortal.

"My child, what is becoming of you?"

"Whose voice is that?" I demanded dizzily but I remained leaned against an enormous tree. The drug seemed to begin working, I can feel the liquid surged through my veins. I freed one hand to search for the syringe that I had thrown away for I needed it now to protect myself from whatever was coming near to me. Oh, the irony. I sat here, attempting to end my life and yet I still wished to protect myself. For what? Surviving? "Forget it." I muttered and closed my eyes.

"I can help you." The disembodied voice continued to speak. I looked around but there was no one. This old sounding man was probably standing behind the tree or hiding somewhere in the forest. I cared not.

"Be gone." I said gravely. I no longer had the strength nor did I have the desire to fight. The sound of footsteps was getting closer and I knew that whoever found a helpless monster-like man would not be hesitate to terminate it-me.

"You are in my property. Besides, I have foreseen your arrival, my dear gentleman. I can help you."

The witch master with whom I had made a deal awoken me 35 years ago, after he put me to sleep a hundred years ago. Nadir Khan, the son of the witch master, had been watching over my sleeping decades. He had helped me with the search of Kristiana Dayn, the reincarnation of Christine Daaé.

I ought to be meeting my bride at this very time. I set my feet on the yard, in front of a bungalow in which I believe to be hers. She now has a family; two loving parents and siblings. I am glad she is safe, loved and secured. It was easy to convince her parents to let me know her, to teach her.

My only fear now is; how do I make her remember her past life? Would she accept me in her life? Knowing that she is obsessed with the retelling of our earlier past lives in a musical form, I could use this chance to get her fall back in love with me. She would slowly get her memories back, I'm sure of this. There is a reason why I refused the witch master's offer to diminish my deformity.

I take a deep relaxing breath as my hands begin to tremble in anticipation. The thought of seeing Christine for the first time in a century, to gaze at her in the eyes, makes me nervous all over. I force my legs to move and make a way to the front door of the bungalow. The house is painted with bistre and dark slate gray which match the black staircases. The pillars on the each corner are nicely decorated and I believe they did not use real bricks, the painting work of imitating real brick is quite beautiful.

I begin to refocus on meeting Christine. I push the doorbell button and wait for anyone to answer the door. The surrounding becomes quieter as I wait and when the door creaks open, a familiar face greeted me. Those eyes, lips and everything resemble Christine completely. I long to hold her so much! In my mind, I've already taken her into my embrace. The feeling is unbearable but I use every inch of my being to keep from doing anything that might scare her.

"Miss Dayn?" I begin to speak, keeping my voice calm. A smirk forms across my lips as my eyes examine her beautiful face just like she used to be.

"Yes, I am." She replies shortly. I can feel that my hands are starting to sweat beneath the gloves. Oh, her smile-the smile that I have been missing. Kristiana is Christine. How could this happen? I have never believed in reincarnation but here she is standing before me and I can be sure that she is Christine. She does not know it yet.

I hold out my hand and shake hers. Although there is a barrier between our skins, I could feel an electrifying sensation surges through me and I slowly pull my hand away. It kills me inside to let go of her hand. I don't mind if she gradually falls back in love with me, I will wait no matter how long this would take.

"I am Erik Chevalier. Your new teacher." It feels strange to have to introduce myself. I was her teacher, her guardian angel... her husband.

"I have heard. It's very nice of you to offer me lessons. Did my parents know you are coming? Oh! Where is my manner, please come inside."

I smile and shake my head, kicking myself mentally for declining her offer but this is for the best. Take it easy, Erik. "No, they did not. It is alright. I only came to see you... Miss Daaé. See you soon." I nod and turn to leave, immediately as I realize of what I have called her, unconsciously.