"I now pronounce you man and wife." The priest said. "You may now kiss the bride."
Raoul turned to Christine and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips.
The guests clapped. It was a small ceremony. Only Christine's sisters, Anatole, and Raoul's brother were there. Raoul led Christine over to her sisters.
"Get her back to the Opera House and help her pack, or we'll miss the boat." He said, before going to join his brother.
"Congratulations, Christine." Anatole said, walking over. "I'm very happy for you." He gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you, Anatole." Christine smiled. She had requested Anatole give her away. He had practically become her brother over the years at the Opera House."
"Please excuse us," Claire said to Anatole.
"Of course."
Charlotte and Claire helped Christine into the carriage.
"Where are you two going?" Charlotte asked.
"London." Christine whispered.
A Few Weeks Later
It had been very lonely without Christine. Charlotte missed her little sister dearly. Her mind began to wonder over to Erik. She should hate him for what he did to Christine, but she couldn't bring herself to hate him. He must have suffered so much in his life. And now Christine hated him. Charlotte didn't care what Christine said. Erik loved her.
Charlotte too a deep breath and slid the mirror open.
"Erik…" She called softly.
"Charlotte?" Erik turned to the gate and lifted the lever. "W-What are you doing here?"
"Erik, I'm sorry for what I did."
"I'm the one that should apologize, I ruined your debut."
"I'm sure you had your reasons." The truth was, Charlotte was still a little mad about that, but Erik needed a friend. "I want to continue lessons with you."
"You do?" Erik said, hope in his voice.
Charlotte nodded.
"Of course!"
She smiled. "Thank you Erik."
Five Days Later
Charlotte took a deep breath. She was going to ask Erik to remove his mask again. The memory of it last time made her cringe, but if Christine could stand it, so could she. Charlotte was not trying to replace Christine in Erik's heart, but she knew he desperately needed someone he could trust and love. Though his affections for herself and Claire seemed brotherly.
"Erik," She said gently.
"Yes?"
"Will you take off your mask?" She whispered.
"Charlotte, after what happened last time-"
"Erik, I feel awful for that. Please. I'm not afraid, I promise."
Erik's hands shook as he undid the ties that held his mask in place.
He carefully set the porcelain on the table and turned to Charlotte.
For a moment everything was silent and then Charlotte let out a blood-curtailing scream. Erik's anger exploded. He grabbed her roughly by the wrist and threw her in the cage, once again. Only this time he would not let her go.
When Claire woke up the next morning, she found Charlotte had not returned home that night. She got dressed quickly, but as she headed to the door she saw a note had been slipped under it.
She quickly picked it up and ripped it open.
Dear Miss Daae,
Don't fear for your sister's life. The Angel of Music has her under his wing.
Her heart sunk. She what that meant. Erik had Charlotte.