Disclaimer: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS ! I. DON'T. OWN. PotO. I. DID. NOT. ASK. PERMISSION. BUT. TREAT. THEM. WITH. RESPECT. AND. LOVE. (except the fop)

A/N: Sorry for the really, really, long wait. Stupid Social studies project, and English project, and Science project. Okay so now without further ado A CHAPTER!

Erik and Christine's life

I felt a sense of foreshadowing while I was living with Erik. It was as if at any

moment everything could go wrong. Never the less I kept singing, and at every

performance I looked for Raoul. I didn't really want to see him, I felt like I was on

watch. If I saw that perfect foppish face I knew that my perfect evil fairy tale life

would be shattered. When I was little I remember wanting a big house on the water

when I grew up. I guess I wasn't specific enough for fate. It was a nice size house,

and we were right on a lake, so I guess my dream worked out perfectly.

Except in your dream you were with Raoul.

Dreams change, angels die, phantoms fall in love, fops don't get the girl, the "good" guy doesn't always win.

Isn't this world a crazy place. There was only one thing that had changed in the

opera house, no one came near me. If they said the wrong thing the ghost might

come and kill

...and kill again.

I thought about Raoul often, but not as two lovers think about each other, more like

how you would think about someone you don't want to see but fear you will. Which

is why I shouldn't have been survived that night he came.

xxx

I felt a touch of anxiety coming from Christine while she was with me. However I

kept teaching her, she kept performing and our lives were perfect. I like a fairy tale.

Except in this one the lovely princess married the ugly beast.

It was odd, being able to call Christine my wife, maybe because no one attended,

except of course Nadir. We didn't send out any invitations. Christine chose not to

invite the victome. I wasn't all that surprised, if I saw him I would be forced to kill

him before he killed me. He stopped going to the opera house. I knew eventually

he would come, but who would think it would have been the reopening night of

Don Juan Triumphant.

xxx

I went into my carriage and was ready to leave when that little voice in my head told

me not to.

She will come back to you. She has to, she can't live with that monster forever.

So I got out and went back inside. I waited for days, weeks, until a little over 3

months had passed. I rarely left the house during those months. I didn't hear from

Christine either. I finally had waited long enough, I was going to put my old box

back into use. I knew I had to be oh so secret about it

...or else.

A/N: Don't you just love cliffhangers? My other phic should be starting up again soon. Moocat's coming back to school so we can start up our before homeroom brainstorming sessions. I will try to start up again with daily updates, but I'm in our school musical of Little Shop of Horrors. So the next two weeks will be busy as hell for me so please be patient.