Things had been tense since their conversation of sorts. The anger had long faded from her and Christine had been helpless to stop it. She hadn't really wanted to stop it.

How could she be angry at Erik when she could understand where he was coming from? She'd wanted to see her papa again, but she had more of a purpose. She had people- no, beings that cared about her.

She couldn't remember what she looked like while she was dying, but she doubted it could've been very easy to handle.

If the situations were reversed, she would've done the same thing. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but she had to swallow that all the same.

Perhaps it was different in the sense that she understood that she was the only person to really give a fuck about him. It wasn't as if he'd be reunited with a long gone and deeply missed relative.

A small part of her still resented him for ripping her away from her papa. But it was miniscule. With time, it would most likely be gone entirely. Time was something they had a lot of now. An infinite amount of time, to be exact.

Though Christine couldn't deny that it frightened her. She feared that he would get tired of her at some point. No matter how he claimed to love her, surely she would bore him and he'd wish that he'd chosen someone else to spend forever with.

After all, she didn't consider herself very interesting. Not in the slightest. Not when compared to him. She was just some pretty little waif that could sing. He was the man that had taught her how to utilize her voice. He had knowledge and expirience that she could never hope to compare to.

It would probably help her if she could actually explain this to him but she couldn't. Not when Erik insisted upon avoiding her - aside from when he actually had to interact with her. Such as when she fed.

If anything, that was stoking a different flame of anger within her. One built more from hurt than true anger. She could sort of understand why he wouldn't want anything to do with her- considering how she had lashed out and all.

But Erik hadn't given her the chance to explain at all. She doubted he would at this point. Any time she brought it up, he cut her off with some sort of excuse and rushed away. It was getting old.

She didn't want to go the rest of her existence being ignored by the one that had changed her. Especially not when they were supposed to be the love of each other's lives.

But Christine didn't know how to get his attention. He'd only treated her like this a few times before and that was long before they'd ever been together. Romantically, at least. So it was of no help to her.

Maybe she could ask Meg? She vaguely recalled that her friend had a beau of her own. A mysterious beau of her own at that.

Christine could remember that she'd nearly called Meg out on her jealousy- why else would she make up such a similar story? But the sight of a badly hidden bruise on her neck had stopped her.

It didn't help that the usually graceful ballerina had been stumbling along the stage during that rehearsal, either.

So perhaps she'd have relationship advice that she could give her. Even if she hadn't been in a relationship as long, Meg seemed to be the type to move quickly. And so she'd probably have expirience with something like this.

Christine's mind was made up. Erik wasn't around so it wasn't like she had to ask for permission. She'd never had to ask for permission before, so why should she now?

She dressed and headed up the stairs, being careful not to disturb any of the traps. Not that it would matter if she did now, she supposed. But she didn't want to freak out Meg too badly.


As soon as she approached Meg, the blonde began to scream. She had to act fast before she could grab any attention.

Christine ducked behind the blonde and grabbed her around the shoulders, one of her slender hands clamping over her mouth.

Meg kicked and struggled but it was no use. For the first time, the soprano was physically stronger. She relaxed her grip as soon as the ballerina gave up.

She dragged her friend into an empty room and kicked the door shut behind her. She locked it for good measure. They needed to get this over with all together.

Meg was panicking by the time she turned around, her hands clasped against her chest as it heaved. Christine opened her mouth to soothe her but she didn't have the chance.

"You're...you're supposed to be dead." the shorter woman gasped, her eyes blown wide.

"Well... I'm not. Surprise?" Christine offered lamely, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips.

This seemed to calm her friend. Perhaps it was proof that she was still the same woman- just vastly different. She remained silent as she allowed Meg to regain her bearings further. She didn't want to send her back into that spiral.

"How.. ? We assumed that you'd succumbed because we still haven't heard anything from the Phantom." Meg explained, sinking down into the seat behind her.

Christine followed suit, though she kept her distance. Mostly for Meg's sake rather than her own.

She hummed as she considered her words very carefully. She decided that the truth was perhaps the best option. It wasn't like Meg would tell anyone else, after all.

Besides- they needed to have this conversation before she could ask for advice anyway. It wasn't like she could describe the issue without the little details.

"I did. But Erik is a vampire and he turned me on the very night that I died.." Christine murmured, baring her teeth to reveal her fangs.

Meg paled significantly, swaying slightly in her seat. Her hands grasped the arms of it as she swallowed thickly.

"This is a lot..." Meg nearly whispered, eyes rolling back into her head moments later.

Christine yelped and rushed to catch her. Maybe she should've found a way to put it more delicately.