Christine listened as Madame Giry's told Raoul that the angel would never hurt her. That night, she silently cried herself to sleep. Early the next morning she awoke to a gloomy day. Just like her spirit the first light of the day was dull and saddened.
She should have been the happiest girl in the world. She was engaged to a good man, a man that loved her. But unwilling to listen to her head her heart demonstrated feelings for another man. A man whose face she has never seen, a man whose eyes and voice, follow her every move.
At a loss for thought Christine believed that perhaps her father had the answer to her dilemma. Was he speaking about Erik when he told her of the angel that would guide and protect her? To clear her mind a neutral territory, she decided to visit his grave.
Christine tiptoed her way around Raoul, who was sleeping in a chair outside her room, and went to advise the coachman to prepare a carriage for the cemetery. She then returned inside to change into the color of her mood, black.
Erik had spent the night thinking about what to do about his love for Christine. Now that she was engaged to Raoul he did not stand a chance to be with her. He wanted to say goodbye but just as he was about to call for her she left her bedroom. Erik followed her and observed as she asked the coachman to prepare a carriage.
Seeing that this was his opportunity to be alone with her, Erik strikes the man in the head and takes his place as driver. He holds his cape high enough for his face to be half concealed and waits for Christine.
Ready to set her mind straight Christine climbs onto the coach and requests to be taken to her father's grave. The man in the leader's seat says nothing and drives. Christine is glad that he did not want to start a conversation; too many questions in her head would impede her from joining in one.
The ride is a long and silent one. The driver stops at the gates of the cemetery and Christine steps off. She walks unhurriedly as she talks to herself in almost a trance like manner about her father's promise.
"Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing . . . Her Father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music . . . Her father promised her . . . Her father promised her . . ."
Starting to cry Christine sings to Erik, to her angel, for she knows he is with her.
"You were once my one companion . . . you were all that mattered . . . You were there my friend, my angel, when my world was shattered . . . Wishing you were somehow here again . . . wishing you were somehow near . . . Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here . . ."
Christine's voice is shaky and low.
"Wishing I could hear your voice again . . . knowing how I've hurt you so . . . Dreaming of you won't help me to do all that you dreamed I could . . . Too many years I had you near . . . Why must you leave me now . . .? Wishing you were somehow here again . . . wishing I could see your face . . . Try to forgive . . . teach me to live . . . give me the strength to try . . ."
Christine has reached her father's marvelous tomb and she lets herself fall on its steps.
"No more foolish acts, no more silent tears . . . No more gazing across the wasted years . . . Help me do what's right …Father, help me love him back." Christine finished her songs and sobs loudly.
Erik, who has her every word, stands to the side of the grave. He looks back on all the things that they have shared and all the moments that can be. Erik begs for a chance to experience the love of this wonderful child, this woman, which now weeps just a few steps from him. He begs Gustave for his blessing, for his guidance, just one more time. Feeling his body weaken, Erik searches for the courage that Gustave often talked to him about. He takes a deep breath, does not move but his very soft and enticing voice sings in Christine's ear.
"Wandering child . . . so lost . . . so helpless . . . yearning for some guidance . . ."
Bewildered, Christine looks up, and murmurs breathlessly.
"Angel of father . . . his friend . . . no Phantom . . . ? Show me your face, angel . . . ?"
Erik wants to stop all lies and sings to clear her mind.
"Child you know I'm no angel . . .!"
Christine also wants to convey her feelings.
"Angel please speak . . . What endless longings echo in this whisper . . .!"
Out of nowhere Raoul, having followed them there, appears in the shadows and watches for a moment transfixed, not believe what he sees. The phantom stands right in front of Christine yet she seems to not be aware and sings to him as if he wasn't there.
Erik moves so that Christine can see him and gestures with one hand to her father's grave.
"Too long you've wandered in winter . . ." he sings to her. "Far from your father's embrace . . ."
Christine is mesmerized by Erik's movements.
"You know my mind beats against you . . .
"You resist . . ." Erik agrees in song.
"Yet my soul obeys . . ." she finishes for him.
Raoul is unable to move, he stares at the pair in awe.
"As angel of music you denied me, turning from true beauty . . . This angel of music begs… Do not shun me . . . Come to your strange angel . . ." Erik invites her with his voice and hand.
Christine rises to her feet and takes Erik's hand.
"Yes angel of music, I denied you, not knowing true beauty . . . Angel of music, please forgive me… I'm here with you angel . . ."
Awakening from his own dream Raoul runs toward them.
"Christine! Christine listen to me!" He desperately screams. "Whatever you may believe, this man . . . this thing . . . is not your father!"
Erik lets go of Christine's hand, she comes out of her trance and turns to Raoul.
"Raoul!" she exclaims.
Just then Raoul charges for Erik with a sword but Erik jumps back and he misses. Taking out his own weapon Erik launches for Raoul and is able to scratch his arm. Christine watches the two men exchange moves with their swords as they pace the grounds of the cemetery. Her eyes are set on Erik and occasionally on Raoul. A cowardly Raoul pushes Erik onto a grave and Erik falls to the floor and drops his sword. Raoul pushes it aside and lifts his own to stab Erik. Christine cries to him.
"No! No Raoul!" She says. "I will leave with you, but please do not harm him."
Raoul looks at her then back that the man to his feet. He puts his sword away and fiercely grabbing Christine's arm he pulls her to his horse and takes her away. Christine looks back at Erik one last time as he gets to his feet. His eyes are blazing.
