Disclaimer: see ch 1…I'm too lazy to type it out…

Is this true? The Phantom… alive? Read to find out!

BTW…for some of you who are wondering, I'm going off of ALW's movie version…So we don't know what the Phantom's name is, since its never mentioned in the movie...so to answer your question, Immokk, I'll get to why Christine's child's name is Erik in a few chapters

Chapter two up!

Roses On Your Pillow

"Christine!" a voice called. Christine put her bandaged hand in her coat pocket.

She turned around to see a familiar mop of blonde hair. "Meg?" the young woman nodded. Christine smiled and hugged her friend. "Oh, Meg. It's so good to see you! My goodness, it's been forever!"

Meg nodded. "Indeed it has. Mother has re-opened the Opera Populare! I can't wait to start singing again. I miss it so much."

Christine laughed. "You've always had that strange ambition." Meg placed her arm in Christine's.

"What have you and Raoul been up to lately?" Meg asked.

Before she could answer, Erik came running up besides his mother. "Mother! Can we please go to the Opera Populare now? You and father promised me days ago!"

Meg laughed at the boy. "Christine, is this your son I've heard so much about?"

Christine nodded. "Yes. This is he, my son Erik. Erik, I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine. Meg Giry, my best friend back in my opera days."

"Don't say that, Christine. You can still sing." sighed Meg.

Christine merely shook her head. "I haven't as much as tried to after Erik was born. I don't think I could ever take it up again."

"Please! You must! Carlotta is coming back!" Meg threw up her hands. Erik laughed.

"You mean she's still singing? I thought the Phantom of the Opera shut her up." The boy chuckled.

"Erik!" his mother scolded. He shut his mouth. "Yes, the Phantom…"

A figure stood up on a gargoyle watching her, his eyes mysterious. "Christine?" Meg asked. She followed her gaze to the top of the gargoyle. "What are you looking at?"

The soprano shook her head. "N-nothing." She glanced again. "Nothing at all. Meg, send me a letter when your latest play is being started up, I want to take Erik to an opera, he's too fond of writing them."

Meg looked at the boy. "My dear boy, you write operas?"

Erik nodded proudly. "Yes, I do. My latest one is quite interesting. But I don't have a name for it yet."

Meg smiled. "When you are finished, maybe we shall perform it here in the opera house."

Something lit up in his gray eyes. "Really?"

His mother rolled her eyes. "Meg, when will you have time to perform his opera?"

She shrugged. "You never know, especially with my mother." Christine nodded in agreement.

"There you two are!" a male voice called.

Christine and Erik turned around to see Raoul walking up to them. He looked at the blonde, recognizing her face. "Meg, my goodness! How long has it been?" He walked up next to Christine and placed her hands around her waist.

"Years too long, Raoul." She curtsied in respect for the Vecont. "I see you two have been busy."

Raoul placed his hand on Erik's head, but the boy shrugged it off and gave him a look. "Yes, I certainly have been busy. By any chance, would you happen to have seats open for the opera premiere tomorrow evening?"

Erik jumped. "Seriously?" he looked at his father.

Raoul smiled. "Yes, son. Three tickets to see the latest show that's premiering Friday night."

"What show?" the boy asked excitedly. Raoul looked to Meg for help.

"Le opera di Bronzo, one of the most famous since Hannibal." The blonde nodded. Raoul gave her a silent thank you.

"We're really seeing an opera?" Erik asked. "This Friday?"

Christine giggled. "That is if you keep your grades up for the next week." Erik groaned. He wasn't the smartest boy in the class, but he was the most musical. "Raoul, where are we sitting anyway?"

"I have reserved seats for us in box five." He said. He watched his wife's face to pale, and soon realized his mistake.

"Mother," he asked. "are you okay?" Her hand was ice.

"Erik, go play." His father instructed. With another groan the boy left.

"Those two have been acting strange ever since the Opera Populare was re-opened." He muttered as he walked down an alleyway. He grabbed a pile of rocks and threw them at a wall. "I don't know why they just can't tell me what's wrong. I'm old enough." The next rock he threw bounced off the wall and hit a dumpster on the side. Strangely, the side door opened and revealed a passageway that was beneath the old opera house."

Curiosity got the best of him and he wondered into the space. He wasn't sure how long this passage was. He was about 100 feet down, he guessed, when the faint sound of sweet music reached his ears. A deep voice accompanied it.

"…Sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me…" a sadden chord was struck as the tempo changed. "…Only then...can you…belong…to…me." The music stopped. "Oh, Christine…" the deep voice spoke. "My music is suffering. I need you, my Angel of Music…"

"Erik!" a faint voiced called. He recognized the voice to be his mother and scrambled up the passageway. "Erik! Where are you?"

The boy gave the passageway another look and immerged from the dumpster. "Here I am, Mother."

Christine held her hand out to him. "What on earth were you doing in there?"

Erik dusted his pants off. "I…thought I heard…"

"Heard what?" his mother asked curiously.

"A…a cat." He said. "But there was no cat here."

"Let's go then," she held her hand out. "Madame Giry has invited us to lunch."

He took her hand. "Let's go!" He said hurriedly. Christine's happy grin faded, a voice from somewhere called to her.

I am your Angel of Music, come to your Angel of Music…Christine…

"Christine, darling. Come, Madame Giry wouldn't like it if we were late."

She looked at a window. "I'm coming," said she. Christine walked towards her husband and son, but that enticing voice reached her ears again.

Sing my Angel, sing for me again. Sing for the Phantom again…

'I will sing again, my Angel.' She whispered mentally. Raoul took her hand as the entered the Opera Populare for the first time in ten years.


It was his first Opera, and Erik was on the edge of his seat. "Bravo!" he shouted. The ballet had ended, leaving him on the edge of his seat. The ballerinas left the stage as another round of clapping erupted.

Christine and Raoul clapped as well. But Christine was a bit edgy. Box five was the place that the Phantom requested to be kept empty. It wasn't like he was alive at all.

The opera commenced with the next duet. Erik was staring, eyes wide opened.

"Mother, Father, thank you for taking me here." He said. His eyes followed each dancer around, watching then intensely.

Raoul smiled at Christine. "I am glad he likes it."

She nodded and turned her eyes back to the play.

A little while later, it was done. Erik jumped up and clapped furiously. "Encore!" his voice echoed. His eyes filled with amazement.

Once the house had cleared out, Raoul, Christine and Erik left for home.

Madame Giry stood out on the open stage, a smile on her face. Suddenly the candles on the stage flickered and went out.

"She must sing again." A deep voice commanded.

Madame Giry whipped her head around to see a man standing there, a white plate covered the right side of his face. "You are alive?" she asked in astonishment.

"Very much alive." He nodded. His voice filled the room. "She must sing again. My music is suffering. I cannot hear her sing."

"Please. You must forget her, Phantom. She is in love with the Vecont."

He bowed his head. "I try to, Madame. But I cannot. She must sing again. Just once, that's all I ask."

"But she has not sung in ten years." She protested.

"Then I will coach her again. Her voice will live through me." He said. "Bring her to the Prima Dona's room after she performs on the evening of Friday. I will take over from there." His voice faded.

"Phantom." She said. "Phantom!"

But the Phantom was gone.

The next day

Meg knocked several times on her door. The butler opened it and called for Christine.

"Countess!" he called. "Mademoiselle Giry is here for see you!"

Christine came down in a nightgown, her hair curled up as normal. "Meg?"

The blonde nodded. "Yes. I have an urgent request from my mother for you to come to the opera house."

"Meg, what's going on?" Raoul asked. He had seen the two women talking and heard the urgency in Meg's voice.

"Madame Giry has requested me to go to the opera house. I shall be gone for a while. When Erik awakes, have him bathe and get dressed, for school starts in an hours time." She left with Meg. Raoul gave his wife a glance, trying to shake it off.

Something was happening.


"Madame Giry, you requested me?" Christine asked. She nodded.

"Christine, I have a request from someone to have you sing for our operas. Carlotta has come down with some type of virus, and cannot sing. Please." Madame Giry pleaded.

Christine was dumbstruck. "You want me to sing again?" she turned away as the rest of the cast heard this plea. "I have not sung for ten years."

"Singing is a gift you cannot loose my child." Giry stated. "Christine, please. You are our only option, my child. Please."

The whole cast was around her now, anxiously awaiting her answer. "I don't know what to say. I…never thought that'd I'd get a chance to sing again." She looked around, then smiled to Madame Giry. "I'd be honored to."

A wave of relief flooded the crowd. "Excellent! Meg, get the script! Our soprano must know her lines!" Madame Giry clapped her hands.

A loud rumble of cheer and laughter erupted backstage as Christine was handed scripts and was being measured for a costume. She had a week to learn everything, but wasn't a problem for the soprano.

A few hours later

"Christine Daae will sing again!" someone called. "The Countess will sing once more!" Everyone's heads turned towards the man.

Raoul and Erik had been on their way home from school and decided to go see her when they heard the news. Erik's face lit up.

"Mother will be singing again?" he turned to his father. Erik smiled and bolted into the opera house and went back stage where he saw his mother practicing. "Mother!" he called.

Christine smiled at her son. "Erik, how was school?"

He just ignored her question. "Is it true? Are you going to be singing again?"

"Yes, I am." She said happily.

"Little Lotte, the rumors are true then. You will grace us with your voice again." Raoul asked as he kissed her hello.

"Yes, I will be. This Friday night is when I will sing." Christine said.

"Get out! Out, out, OUT!" Madame Giry pushed Erik and Raoul away from her. "She must practice! She will not be prepared if she's talking to you two! OUT!" she clapped.

"Well, Little Lotte, we will await your presence Friday night." Raoul bowed and winked.

"See you later, Mother!" Erik called.

Christine laughed. "Madame, they don't need to go."

"Rubbish," she replied. "You need to practice. Now, d major scale."

Christine laughed as she began her scales.

From up above the theatre, the Phantom smiled. "She will sing again." He said.


Erik was more then excited to hear his mother sing. He heard of her talent, but never witnessed it. She's sing to him when he was younger, but it was merely small lullabies. As he and his father sat in box five, the orchestra struck up a chord as the curtains opened.

As time progressed, Erik smiled and cheered. His mother's voice was spectacular.

She hit one high note, which flattened out slightly. "Bit out of practice isn't she?" Raoul whispered to his son.

"She'd be so mad if she heard you say that." The boy replied. He turned his eyes back.

Two and a half hours later, the show was done. Christine stood out on the stage; a wave of joy and adrenaline flooded her. Clapping grew louder as men threw roses at her feet. The curtains closed and she let out a sigh of relief.

Wine bottles floated backstage as Madame Giry lead her to the Prima Dona's room where flowers swallowed her.

"You did well, Christine." Madame Giry said. "Get some sleep, Raoul and Erik will be here later.

"Thank you." Christine said. As she undressed, she spotted something.

A rose lay in her pillow, its stem surrounded with a black ribbon…

ch 3 up soon…