A/n: Okay well I wrote these when I was around twelve so forgive me that they aren't very good but please do review.I must've been sick when I wrote this one! I'm working on two new phan phics now. ;P

Goddess of the Dead

A woman stood on a bank watching the shallow water rush by.

She sang a song and it wrapped around the cold winter air like the warm cloak around her long dress.

From behind her a man watched, intently listening to her, his eyes fixed on her long brown curls.

She sang a song from an opera she had seen three years prier.

She ended her song and the man applauded, Singing out himself her praise.

"Wonderful performance my dear diva, with the beautiful name of Christine. You have such a voice as an angle! My fair Christine, would you join me for dinner this evening?"

The man had a rich tenor's voice.

"Raoul, really! Sneaking upon me as you did! However I will forgive you and would love to join you."

She turned to face him.

He walked to her and wrapped his arms around her in a loving embrace, curious at the look of despair in her beautiful eyes.

" What is wrong my darling?"

He asked before caressing her hair.

"You know the story of 'Phantom of the opera'? The book you gave me. "

Her voice was low and half frightened as she began to shake.

He creased his brow in concern, fearing where this would go.

"Yes...what about it?"

They stared into the water, cheek to cheek.

"Both of our names are in there Raoul...both of them!"

When she looked into his eyes, the fear in them worried him and he did his best to comfort her.

"Your name is around the globe."

She pulled away from him as tears began to trickle down her cold cheeks.

"So I ran into a man to day who knew me and I never saw him before."

He shrugged as he brushed away her tears softly.

"A man from your childhood, probably knew your mother."

She started off towards the sidewalk, nearly running.

"A man by the name of Erik!"

Now he was more frightened than ever, fearing she had lost her sanity.

He wished for all the world that he hadn't given her that book.

"Your really serious about this aren't you?"

He asked as he ran to catch up to her.

" Yes Raoul...vary serious...and it frightens me to think that we disappear in the end."

Raoul was close behind as she began up the trail.

Christen suddenly stopped and grabbed Raoul's arm..

"Raoul that's the man I saw today...that's Erik."

He pulled her and they run the other way but the stranger appeared in front of them with a sward.

She screamed and pushed him behind her.

"Raoul run!"

But it was to late, he had run the sward threw him.

Raoul fell to the ground with a grown, holding his hand tightly over the heavily bleeding wound and called out to her before he slumped dead to the ground.

"Christine...my angel."

She screamed as the tall man grabbed her arm and began to pull her into the woods.

"Erik no!"

Everything went black as she fainted into his arms.

Then she sat up and opens her eyes.

"Oh what a dream, but it's not real Raoul is here."

She said to her self.

Her calm turned to terror as she head another voice.

She looked up as the man came to her bedside.

"Are we feeling better this morning my dear?"

All she could do was stare and scream.

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yeah short and weird, but as I said, please forgive me, I was only a child then. Please review!