A/n: Some of this is really relative to Poto,some of it isn't. It's almost original fiction...but it's another of those Erik/Christine/Raoul reincarnation stories. Yes,groan if you will,but I thought we needed another :D Kay? Kay. I don't own anything except for the stuff you haven't seen before.. *pops fingers* Time for some fun.
"Oh Christine.." Fate,the woman who got more curses in a day than any other incarnate,sighed as she watched the scene unfold before her. "Why did you run off with that gorgeous little fop? You were destined to be with Erik..didn't the term 'Angel' mean anything to you?" Slowly,frustration took over as she moved toward the tapestry the trio was involved in. Erik's thread was slowly running out. The single gold thread was frayed and tarnished,nearly pulled apart in places where,when The Phantom of the Opera was younger,he had almost commited suicide. Her glance turned toward Christine Daae's. It still had some length to it,at least another 30 or 40 years by her calculation. A flick of her eyes to Raoul's confirmed Christine would die long before her "true love".
"Well...we can fix that,can't we?" Fate muttered to herself as she began to snip Raoul's string,as well as Christine's. They would be dead within a year,just as Erik would be. Christine's voice might be a loss to the world,but the young woman's next incarnate would have the same raw talent......for Erik to mould once more. Fate rubbed her temples as she placed her scissors back into the holster at her side,"She has no idea what she's done to my plans,does she? She thinks Raoul is the man for her,they're soul mates. Very well,they ARE...but oh Gods." She collasped back into an awaiting armchair with a soft growl,"Erik De'naire was to be hers..not Raoul de Chagny...Ah well!" She snarled,glaring at the young woman moving across the hidden lake under the Paris opera. "An easy mistake to make I suppose! They look so much like one another! Their tastes are simply identical,aren't they you stupid little wench!" Christine Daae would pay...as would Raoul...they needed to be seperated.
Fate would make sure they would be,next time.
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Christine choked as Raoul tried to wipe the blood from her mouth. It had only been 9 months since Christine's "Angel of Music" had vanished from their lives,and Christine had tuberculosis. The doctors kept trying to reassure him,but he couldn't allow himself the illusion his wife was going to be fine any longer. At the very least,she would never sing again,and to her that would be as bad as death. After her coughing fit finally died away,a smile graced her pale,cracked lips. Raoul leaned forward to kiss her temple and stroke her cheek,careful to hide the blood soaked rag,"There my love,all better. It didn't last as long this time,did it?" Christine smiled and shook her head,managing to speak in a very weak whisper,"It didn't hurt as bad as it has been either..do you think I'm getting well at last?" Raoul sighed and smiled,nodding,"I'm sure of it Christine. You can even speak again,that must be a good sign,right?" Christine nodded as her heavy lids slid over those innocent crystal blue eyes.
She never awoke.
Christine Daae was laid to rest two days after her death in a very small,private ceremony. Raoul,Madame Giry,Meg Giry,and a man who had only been known as the "Persian" to Raoul attended. If not for him,Raoul would have fried in the Phantom's torture chamber...Christine would have died sooner...
Raoul shuddered as he stood by himself,staring at the ground which now held his wife. His beloved. His...life.. How was he supposed to live without Christine? They had planned to have children...to grow old together...now,nothing would ever happen. Gabrielle Rose and Charles Mason were only dreams,fantasies of his mind. He could never love another woman as he had the angel covered with 6 feet of mud. Raoul shuddered once more then began to sob. He hadn't cried throughout the funeral,but he couldn't hold back any longer.
"How could I...?" Raoul mumbled,not realizing Nadir was right behind him. "How could you what,sir?" The older man asked gently,placing a hand on his shoulder. Raoul turned his slightly red eyes to look up at him,sighing," The last thing I said to her...it was a lie...not 'I love you' or 'We'll never part'. No...I had to lie! I told her she was going to get well...Oh why the hell am I telling you this?" Nadir tried not to smile," Perhaps you consider me...someone worthy to consoul you..perhaps even someone to confide in?" Raoul sneezed as he sat down. The day was gray and a light mist of rain had been coming down since Christine's coffin had been lowered. Of course,this light mist had instantly turned into a minor thunderstorm once the first handful of damp earth had been thrown. It was as if the true Angel of Music himself were upset over this...
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"You BASTARD!" Erik screamed as he watched Raoul cry,his outrage beyond his sorrow. "You let her DIE?! You promised me you'd take care of her!! You STUPID! You FOOLISH..." "You fop?" Fate volunteered happily. Erik blinked faintly over at her,frowned,then walked to sit down as he burried his still-masked face in his hands,"God...my poor Christine...my angel...She's gone.....Why did I believe HIM? He couldn't protect a dead fish,much less my dear little Christine...Oh you were so young...so full of life..." Fate really did like Erik more out of the trio..but she was this close to beating him senseless with her scissors,"Erik,how many times must I tell you? You three are of my Chosen. You'll all see one another again,though we'll have to wait another month or two for Raoul to come. Christine should show up any time now." Erik glared at her from behind his mask,"Christine.is.dead. Dead.is.dead. She's not going anywhere. There.is.no.God."
Fate blinked once or twice then positively giggled," If there's no God,bonehead,there's no afterlife,right?" Erik nodded,she continued,"Then where the bloody HELL are you?!" He opened his mouth to speak,frowned again,then sighed deeply," I have no idea,Madame,but...I...I don't know." "Correct," She nodded and smiled. " You do not know. You have no reason to know,and rest assured,you won't know. Now excuse me...I think I hear a knock at my door." Erik stared at the ground sadly,moving a hand up to remove his mask so he could wipe the tears from his eyes. Christine was gone,he'd never hear her voice again,not that he thought he would anyway. 'That song...'He thought,remembering the time he'd seen Christine in the graveyard,visiting her father. "Wishing you were somehow here again...wishing you were somehow near..." He sung softly,almost under his breath. "Oh..Christine...." Erik burried his face in his arms as he sobbed,letting himself cry while he was still alone.
Christine blinked as she saw the dark figure huddled on one of the armchairs in the comfortable looking living room. Fate had nearly had to drag the young woman into the room,and Miss Daae was stronger than she looked! "You're here to talk to him,Christine." Fate whispered,not in a cold manner,but less warm than she was with Erik. "Go on,he'll love to see you." Christine slowly walked over to the man who hadn't noticed them yet,his back heaved with each sob...he was so thin....
'Impossible,get yourself together Christine.' She thought to herself as she placed a hand on his shoulder. Erik was dead,and this wasn't Heaven...yet...this wasn't Hell either...was it? Was she dead? Was this some...very strange,twisted dream? She was waiting to wake up and see Raoul beside her,his arms still wrapped around her body anytime now. Something kept telling her it wasn't going to happen,but she tried to ignore that pesky part of her brain. It was also the part that had told her to love Erik,it had to be wrong...didn't it?
Erik lifted his head,both of them gasped. "No...this isn't possible..." Christine began to back away. Erik flinched,he'd forgotten the mask. As he moved to put it back on,he found it had vanished. 'Damn!' He cursed mentally. Fate grinned in her usual twisted way,if she had a mirror she'd have gladly handed it to him...but something told her it wouldn't have survived very long.
Suddenly,it dawned on the Phantom,the young woman in front of him...was Christine. Why was she here? Wait...hadn't Fate said she'd turn up? Erik glared over at Fate harshly,who only grinned more. She was really getting on his last nerve. Christine stared at the man in front of her as she continued back. His dark hair dropped over his forehead,and his beautiful amber eyes were perfectly shaped. He had a curved nose,and soft,full lips. He looked so much the part of an angel...this man in front of her was amazing,and yet..Raoul. 'Til death do us part...' She thought to herself. 'But I still love him..I always will..' Convincing herself had always come easily to Christine. She could make her mind believe whatever she wished it to if she tried hard enough. "Hello.."Christine said softly,gathering her courage as she moved toward the man. "My name is Christine...what's yours?"
Her angel stared back at her in disbelief then glanced at Fate darkly,"WHAT have you done to her mind you warped wench?" The demand in his voice made her giggle. Christine jumped,she knew that voice! "Oh...my.. ERIK?!" Christine nearly squealed in delight,her curls bounced softly as she jumped with her exclamation. Erik blinked at her then stood up and moved backwards slowly,"Yes...Madame de Chagny..." 'Ow.' Christine thought. "Madame de Chagny?" She tried to tease as she walked toward him,smiling. "Haven't you ever been to a wedding Erik?" "No." He said coldly,then added, "I had planned on attending one,but the bride vanished one day,leaving the groom heartbroken...and alone to die." 'Ok. Double ow.' Christine thought once more. She really had hurt him deeper than she thought...how could she have?
"Erik...I didn't mean to...honestly..I just.."Christine trailed off with a long sigh. She couldn't make this sound right if she tried. "Just what,Christine..?"His voice was softer,gentler. Almost as if his heart was warming once more. "I...I don't know..." Christine whimped softly as she stared at him,running a nervous hand through her hair. The Phantom watched her silently,wanting terribly to move toward her,to comfort her...just to touch her and make sure she was real..but he wouldn't let himself do it. 'She's a viper. A demon. Keep reminding yourself what she DID to you,Erik!' He said to himself silently,then nodded. 'Then why do I still love her..?' He asked himself,the answer of 'Because you're an IDIOT!' came almost immediatley.
Christine wondered what he was smirking about,but she continued closer to him,"I'm sorry....I'm so sorry for everything..." That brought a frown,Erik glared at her,"Sorry? Christine,I thought you could create something more imaginitive than that. It's so..ordinary." The young woman sighed,her hand througholy tangled in her long brown hair by now,"I..I just..I'm flustered...I don't know what to say!" Fate snickered,resisting the temptation to throw them both together in a tight embrace,who knows,it might even end in a kiss if she did so. 'Pretty damn good idea if I do say so myself!' Fate thought,and did just that.
Both blinked,then stared at each other. Christine's arms were around her angel's neck,Erik's were around his former student's back. It was almost automatic. Their heads slowly tilted toward the other's,then their lips met,their arms tightened around one another. Christine felt her heart leap to her throat as Erik felt that calm peace that she always brought to him. The light in his life had suddenly reappeared...only he was dead. They both were. Nothing mattered now,he pulled her closer until their bodies were all but crushed against one another's. 'Good Gods..' Fate looked toward the watch on her wrist. 'How long can they go on..? I swear I must be witnessing the most passionate kiss in...' She paused. Technically,she made history. Shouldn't she remember? Fate shrugged it off and watched the two silently until they parted,which took a good 10 minutes.
Soft,honey colored eyes lost themselves in the depths of equally soft gray blue ones. "Christine..." Erik whispered,but she shook her head with a smile. "No Erik..Don't speak...just hold me." Her whisper was sweet,but not seductive. Still as innocent as she had been when she'd first heard of the "Angel of Music" from her father,those warm arms held her close. Christine's head rested on Erik's chest,as his rested on her shoulder. Fate smiled,this was the way things should have been from the start. Christine would have to be punished in her next life,she would have to work to see Erik face to face..if ever. If she felt generous,she might place them so they could meet,someday.
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The priest whispered beside Raoul's bedside as the young man choked,much as his wife had,only a month and a half earlier. Nadir shook his head in silence. If Raoul had fought the sickness,he'd have lived..but without Christine to fight for,what did the young man have? "Christine..." Raoul's rasp came from the bed. His beloved wife was only inches above him..if he could touch her cheek...if he could only reach the hand that was extended for him,he could tell her he loved her. After a moment he felt his hand wrap around the soft skin he'd known so well such a short time ago. "Christine..I love you..."came a weak whisper from the man between the sheets. Nadir lowered his head silently as the breath left Raoul.
"Amen." The priest closed the bible silently and walked from the room as Raoul's doctor pulled the sheet over the young man's face.
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"Here you go,Christine." Death said calmly with a smile as she slid from his horse's back. She had requested specially that she be allowed to help Death take Raoul away and he had happily agreed. Of course,Fate had threatened to make Mortis into a minature poodle before he agreed,as well. "Thank you sir." She said sweetly,smiling at him as she took the tiny bottle of light. That little thing was her Raoul. It was strange seeing him like this! Extremely strange..
"What on eart-" Fate paused,blinked,then shook her head. "Nevermind. What took you so long?" Christine had taken nearly 3 whole days to return with Raoul. Erik had been worried sick,he'd taken to shaking at small noises. "She's finally back,Monsieur De'naire!" Fate called to Erik,who jumped at his last name. He rushed into the room,and the light in the bottle seemed to brighten. Erik frowned darkly and growled,almost as if he sensed who it was. Fate sighed...this was going to be a very..very long 100 years...
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"Oh Christine.." Fate,the woman who got more curses in a day than any other incarnate,sighed as she watched the scene unfold before her. "Why did you run off with that gorgeous little fop? You were destined to be with Erik..didn't the term 'Angel' mean anything to you?" Slowly,frustration took over as she moved toward the tapestry the trio was involved in. Erik's thread was slowly running out. The single gold thread was frayed and tarnished,nearly pulled apart in places where,when The Phantom of the Opera was younger,he had almost commited suicide. Her glance turned toward Christine Daae's. It still had some length to it,at least another 30 or 40 years by her calculation. A flick of her eyes to Raoul's confirmed Christine would die long before her "true love".
"Well...we can fix that,can't we?" Fate muttered to herself as she began to snip Raoul's string,as well as Christine's. They would be dead within a year,just as Erik would be. Christine's voice might be a loss to the world,but the young woman's next incarnate would have the same raw talent......for Erik to mould once more. Fate rubbed her temples as she placed her scissors back into the holster at her side,"She has no idea what she's done to my plans,does she? She thinks Raoul is the man for her,they're soul mates. Very well,they ARE...but oh Gods." She collasped back into an awaiting armchair with a soft growl,"Erik De'naire was to be hers..not Raoul de Chagny...Ah well!" She snarled,glaring at the young woman moving across the hidden lake under the Paris opera. "An easy mistake to make I suppose! They look so much like one another! Their tastes are simply identical,aren't they you stupid little wench!" Christine Daae would pay...as would Raoul...they needed to be seperated.
Fate would make sure they would be,next time.
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Christine choked as Raoul tried to wipe the blood from her mouth. It had only been 9 months since Christine's "Angel of Music" had vanished from their lives,and Christine had tuberculosis. The doctors kept trying to reassure him,but he couldn't allow himself the illusion his wife was going to be fine any longer. At the very least,she would never sing again,and to her that would be as bad as death. After her coughing fit finally died away,a smile graced her pale,cracked lips. Raoul leaned forward to kiss her temple and stroke her cheek,careful to hide the blood soaked rag,"There my love,all better. It didn't last as long this time,did it?" Christine smiled and shook her head,managing to speak in a very weak whisper,"It didn't hurt as bad as it has been either..do you think I'm getting well at last?" Raoul sighed and smiled,nodding,"I'm sure of it Christine. You can even speak again,that must be a good sign,right?" Christine nodded as her heavy lids slid over those innocent crystal blue eyes.
She never awoke.
Christine Daae was laid to rest two days after her death in a very small,private ceremony. Raoul,Madame Giry,Meg Giry,and a man who had only been known as the "Persian" to Raoul attended. If not for him,Raoul would have fried in the Phantom's torture chamber...Christine would have died sooner...
Raoul shuddered as he stood by himself,staring at the ground which now held his wife. His beloved. His...life.. How was he supposed to live without Christine? They had planned to have children...to grow old together...now,nothing would ever happen. Gabrielle Rose and Charles Mason were only dreams,fantasies of his mind. He could never love another woman as he had the angel covered with 6 feet of mud. Raoul shuddered once more then began to sob. He hadn't cried throughout the funeral,but he couldn't hold back any longer.
"How could I...?" Raoul mumbled,not realizing Nadir was right behind him. "How could you what,sir?" The older man asked gently,placing a hand on his shoulder. Raoul turned his slightly red eyes to look up at him,sighing," The last thing I said to her...it was a lie...not 'I love you' or 'We'll never part'. No...I had to lie! I told her she was going to get well...Oh why the hell am I telling you this?" Nadir tried not to smile," Perhaps you consider me...someone worthy to consoul you..perhaps even someone to confide in?" Raoul sneezed as he sat down. The day was gray and a light mist of rain had been coming down since Christine's coffin had been lowered. Of course,this light mist had instantly turned into a minor thunderstorm once the first handful of damp earth had been thrown. It was as if the true Angel of Music himself were upset over this...
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"You BASTARD!" Erik screamed as he watched Raoul cry,his outrage beyond his sorrow. "You let her DIE?! You promised me you'd take care of her!! You STUPID! You FOOLISH..." "You fop?" Fate volunteered happily. Erik blinked faintly over at her,frowned,then walked to sit down as he burried his still-masked face in his hands,"God...my poor Christine...my angel...She's gone.....Why did I believe HIM? He couldn't protect a dead fish,much less my dear little Christine...Oh you were so young...so full of life..." Fate really did like Erik more out of the trio..but she was this close to beating him senseless with her scissors,"Erik,how many times must I tell you? You three are of my Chosen. You'll all see one another again,though we'll have to wait another month or two for Raoul to come. Christine should show up any time now." Erik glared at her from behind his mask,"Christine.is.dead. Dead.is.dead. She's not going anywhere. There.is.no.God."
Fate blinked once or twice then positively giggled," If there's no God,bonehead,there's no afterlife,right?" Erik nodded,she continued,"Then where the bloody HELL are you?!" He opened his mouth to speak,frowned again,then sighed deeply," I have no idea,Madame,but...I...I don't know." "Correct," She nodded and smiled. " You do not know. You have no reason to know,and rest assured,you won't know. Now excuse me...I think I hear a knock at my door." Erik stared at the ground sadly,moving a hand up to remove his mask so he could wipe the tears from his eyes. Christine was gone,he'd never hear her voice again,not that he thought he would anyway. 'That song...'He thought,remembering the time he'd seen Christine in the graveyard,visiting her father. "Wishing you were somehow here again...wishing you were somehow near..." He sung softly,almost under his breath. "Oh..Christine...." Erik burried his face in his arms as he sobbed,letting himself cry while he was still alone.
Christine blinked as she saw the dark figure huddled on one of the armchairs in the comfortable looking living room. Fate had nearly had to drag the young woman into the room,and Miss Daae was stronger than she looked! "You're here to talk to him,Christine." Fate whispered,not in a cold manner,but less warm than she was with Erik. "Go on,he'll love to see you." Christine slowly walked over to the man who hadn't noticed them yet,his back heaved with each sob...he was so thin....
'Impossible,get yourself together Christine.' She thought to herself as she placed a hand on his shoulder. Erik was dead,and this wasn't Heaven...yet...this wasn't Hell either...was it? Was she dead? Was this some...very strange,twisted dream? She was waiting to wake up and see Raoul beside her,his arms still wrapped around her body anytime now. Something kept telling her it wasn't going to happen,but she tried to ignore that pesky part of her brain. It was also the part that had told her to love Erik,it had to be wrong...didn't it?
Erik lifted his head,both of them gasped. "No...this isn't possible..." Christine began to back away. Erik flinched,he'd forgotten the mask. As he moved to put it back on,he found it had vanished. 'Damn!' He cursed mentally. Fate grinned in her usual twisted way,if she had a mirror she'd have gladly handed it to him...but something told her it wouldn't have survived very long.
Suddenly,it dawned on the Phantom,the young woman in front of him...was Christine. Why was she here? Wait...hadn't Fate said she'd turn up? Erik glared over at Fate harshly,who only grinned more. She was really getting on his last nerve. Christine stared at the man in front of her as she continued back. His dark hair dropped over his forehead,and his beautiful amber eyes were perfectly shaped. He had a curved nose,and soft,full lips. He looked so much the part of an angel...this man in front of her was amazing,and yet..Raoul. 'Til death do us part...' She thought to herself. 'But I still love him..I always will..' Convincing herself had always come easily to Christine. She could make her mind believe whatever she wished it to if she tried hard enough. "Hello.."Christine said softly,gathering her courage as she moved toward the man. "My name is Christine...what's yours?"
Her angel stared back at her in disbelief then glanced at Fate darkly,"WHAT have you done to her mind you warped wench?" The demand in his voice made her giggle. Christine jumped,she knew that voice! "Oh...my.. ERIK?!" Christine nearly squealed in delight,her curls bounced softly as she jumped with her exclamation. Erik blinked at her then stood up and moved backwards slowly,"Yes...Madame de Chagny..." 'Ow.' Christine thought. "Madame de Chagny?" She tried to tease as she walked toward him,smiling. "Haven't you ever been to a wedding Erik?" "No." He said coldly,then added, "I had planned on attending one,but the bride vanished one day,leaving the groom heartbroken...and alone to die." 'Ok. Double ow.' Christine thought once more. She really had hurt him deeper than she thought...how could she have?
"Erik...I didn't mean to...honestly..I just.."Christine trailed off with a long sigh. She couldn't make this sound right if she tried. "Just what,Christine..?"His voice was softer,gentler. Almost as if his heart was warming once more. "I...I don't know..." Christine whimped softly as she stared at him,running a nervous hand through her hair. The Phantom watched her silently,wanting terribly to move toward her,to comfort her...just to touch her and make sure she was real..but he wouldn't let himself do it. 'She's a viper. A demon. Keep reminding yourself what she DID to you,Erik!' He said to himself silently,then nodded. 'Then why do I still love her..?' He asked himself,the answer of 'Because you're an IDIOT!' came almost immediatley.
Christine wondered what he was smirking about,but she continued closer to him,"I'm sorry....I'm so sorry for everything..." That brought a frown,Erik glared at her,"Sorry? Christine,I thought you could create something more imaginitive than that. It's so..ordinary." The young woman sighed,her hand througholy tangled in her long brown hair by now,"I..I just..I'm flustered...I don't know what to say!" Fate snickered,resisting the temptation to throw them both together in a tight embrace,who knows,it might even end in a kiss if she did so. 'Pretty damn good idea if I do say so myself!' Fate thought,and did just that.
Both blinked,then stared at each other. Christine's arms were around her angel's neck,Erik's were around his former student's back. It was almost automatic. Their heads slowly tilted toward the other's,then their lips met,their arms tightened around one another. Christine felt her heart leap to her throat as Erik felt that calm peace that she always brought to him. The light in his life had suddenly reappeared...only he was dead. They both were. Nothing mattered now,he pulled her closer until their bodies were all but crushed against one another's. 'Good Gods..' Fate looked toward the watch on her wrist. 'How long can they go on..? I swear I must be witnessing the most passionate kiss in...' She paused. Technically,she made history. Shouldn't she remember? Fate shrugged it off and watched the two silently until they parted,which took a good 10 minutes.
Soft,honey colored eyes lost themselves in the depths of equally soft gray blue ones. "Christine..." Erik whispered,but she shook her head with a smile. "No Erik..Don't speak...just hold me." Her whisper was sweet,but not seductive. Still as innocent as she had been when she'd first heard of the "Angel of Music" from her father,those warm arms held her close. Christine's head rested on Erik's chest,as his rested on her shoulder. Fate smiled,this was the way things should have been from the start. Christine would have to be punished in her next life,she would have to work to see Erik face to face..if ever. If she felt generous,she might place them so they could meet,someday.
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The priest whispered beside Raoul's bedside as the young man choked,much as his wife had,only a month and a half earlier. Nadir shook his head in silence. If Raoul had fought the sickness,he'd have lived..but without Christine to fight for,what did the young man have? "Christine..." Raoul's rasp came from the bed. His beloved wife was only inches above him..if he could touch her cheek...if he could only reach the hand that was extended for him,he could tell her he loved her. After a moment he felt his hand wrap around the soft skin he'd known so well such a short time ago. "Christine..I love you..."came a weak whisper from the man between the sheets. Nadir lowered his head silently as the breath left Raoul.
"Amen." The priest closed the bible silently and walked from the room as Raoul's doctor pulled the sheet over the young man's face.
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"Here you go,Christine." Death said calmly with a smile as she slid from his horse's back. She had requested specially that she be allowed to help Death take Raoul away and he had happily agreed. Of course,Fate had threatened to make Mortis into a minature poodle before he agreed,as well. "Thank you sir." She said sweetly,smiling at him as she took the tiny bottle of light. That little thing was her Raoul. It was strange seeing him like this! Extremely strange..
"What on eart-" Fate paused,blinked,then shook her head. "Nevermind. What took you so long?" Christine had taken nearly 3 whole days to return with Raoul. Erik had been worried sick,he'd taken to shaking at small noises. "She's finally back,Monsieur De'naire!" Fate called to Erik,who jumped at his last name. He rushed into the room,and the light in the bottle seemed to brighten. Erik frowned darkly and growled,almost as if he sensed who it was. Fate sighed...this was going to be a very..very long 100 years...
A/n: Loved it? Hated it? Review if you have the time. Lots more to come.