A/N: Seriously, I'm finding this story REALLY challenging. HELP! Kidding. I actually post late now. Usually I post like say around 5.00 afternoon but now I post nearly 7.00 or 8.00! LOL!

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Rose Coloured Vision

Christine's hazel eyes opened gently the next morning. She slowly sat up in bed and examined her bandages which were still wrapped tightly around her.

Her aches all over her body were now all gone but her head was still aching terribly.

Just then, John came in and gave her a smile, "Good morning, Mademoiselle. How are you today?"

"Still aching in the head, John…"

"Well, I have some soup for you. I woke up early to do it…" John handed Christine a bowl.

Christine nodded gratefully and drank the warm soup slowly.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

"That must be Monsieur Francos…He came to check up on you again…"

John went to the door and opened it.

There was an anxious Monsieur Francos at the door with a newspaper in his hands.

"John, I think you and the Mademoiselle should see this…"

He handed John the newspaper and John began to read it out aloud.

When he finished, John frowned, "This is serious…The Master is looking for you…"

"Perhaps we could continue this after you return to him, Mademoiselle…" Monsieur Francos said.

Christine thought for a moment.

Then, she shook her head gravely, "No, Messieurs…I do not wish to return. At least not now…"

"But – But Mademoiselle, your husband is in desperate search to look for you…I think you should return…"

"But why? Why don't you want to return to the Master?"

Christine sighed, "I'm just not ready to face Raoul. I don't remember how he looks like and neither do I think he still looks like how I actually remember him…"

"And…I want to stay here till I can fully remember everything…I don't want more havoc caused because of my memory…"

"Please…Please Monsieur Francos…Please don't turn me in…"

Monsieur Francos sighed and nodded, "If you wish, Mademoiselle…"

John nodded as well.

Finally, after the checkup, Monsieur Francos shook his head slightly with a worried face, "You are lucky to be alive, Mademoiselle…That accident would have taken the life of anyone. And it's a miracle you have escaped with so few injuries. But I'm afraid your brain is very fragile right now and we mustn't rush into anything for it might trigger the injury in it…."

He removed the bandages from Christine's head and hands but not the ones on her knees. So she couldn't walk properly yet.

"It has settled for the moment but who knows what might happen next? Just take care of yourself till I come for the next checkup, Mademoiselle."

"John?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Take care of her. Her life is in your hands…" and then, Monsieur Francos left.

John sighed, "Wait for a while, Mademoiselle. I need to go do the laundry…"

Christine stared around the small house. It was at this time she actually decided to take a look at the house she was staying in.

It was like a small shack. It had only one floor and everything was fitted in one room. The kitchen was outside at the back, the same area where John washed the clothes. Just nearby was the toilet.

The dinning room and the cupboard for the clothes and other household items such as the food, the cutlery and the clothes were kept in the same room.

There was only one small bed at the corner which Christine used and John slept on a mattress at the side of the bed on the floor.

There was also very little light in the small shack as there was only one window which was usually always covered with a small colourful cloth as a curtain.

Christine has never lived in such a small place but at least it was warm and cozy enough for her to live in for that time. She couldn't imagine herself living in a huge manor like John told her about.

But her marrying Raoul!

That was the freakiest thing she has ever heard. Raoul was her friend! She could never marry him! She never wanted that kind of love. She knew what kind of love she would be getting from Raoul. All the sophisticated parties, gentle kisses and pretty and proper all the time.

That wasn't what she wanted. She wanted the fiery passion, the golden moments and the intense emotions. Even though she felt young to think about that, she knew that was what she wanted.

A/N: Well, at least now we can consider that Christine won't easily be accepting or falling in love with Raoul so easily the next time she sees him. Will she?

When John came back in, he opened the door and a bit of sunlight came in.

That was when Christine saw something sparkle on her finger and she stared at it.

It was a wedding ring.

She twisted it around her finger gently and sighed, "So it is true, John…"

"What is, Mademoiselle?"

"I am truly married then. Married to a man who I don't love…"

"But Mademoiselle…You did love the Master before this…"

"Yes, I know. But there must be an explanation for that…Raoul is not the man I love now. I don't feel that in me…"

"John, I don't love Raoul…At least, not in that way…"

"But you must've loved the Master before. If not, you wouldn't have married him…"

Christine began to wonder.

Why did she marry Raoul? What did he do to make her insides sparkle? What qualities did he show to make her fall in love with him?

"But you once told me why before, Mademoiselle…A long time ago when you and the Master were first married…"

Christine turned towards John and asked, "What did I say?"

"You didn't really state why but you did say that he was a very good-looking man you had ever seen…"

"He was? I mean – He is? How much had he changed?"

"But you told me that he was very romantic…And he stole your heart when he sang to you for the first time in years…"

"He what?"

"I'm not sure, Mademoiselle…You said something about a tragedy in the Opera House and that you fell in love with him at the very top of the Opera House…"

Suddenly, something just hit Christine like a hard rock and she saw visions flashing before her eyes. She shut it tight as she felt the pain growing over them once more.

It wasn't very clear but she could make out someone hanging on a rope at a stage, herself with another person who she couldn't really see clearly running up the steps to the rooftop and finally she saw herself kissing a young man which she could not recognize.

When she finally opened her eyes back, her head ached badly and she fell back to bed.

She had to hold on to the bed sides to stabilize her self.

"Are you alright, Mademoiselle?" John asked as he held the other hand.

"I – I just remembered a few things. But I don't understand…I promised myself that I would only grow up to love one person…"

"Who?"

"My Angel of Music that my Father sent to me! A real Angel and he's a genius! An Angel that has guided me and he still is…"

And it was that moment; Christine remembered the two strange dreams that she had…

That evening, Madame Giry was reading the newspaper again once more when she heard noises from the lake.

When she turned to see what it was, she saw Erik rowing the boat into the lair.

"Erik, you're back…"

Erik didn't answer and he just went over to his broken organ and placed his violin case on top off it.

The mobs that night of the Don Juan opera did not leave Erik's lair in peace. It was ripped apart and most of his worldly possessions were taken to be sold.

The swan bed was safe though but they spared no pity to his beloved organ and most of his music scores were gone.

"What do you want, Marie? I'm not in a mood to talk right now…"

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I didn't earn more than 50 francs this time…"

"Oh Erik, don't worry…It'll get better tomorrow…"

Erik banged his fist on the organ, "No, it won't! I cannot compose any new songs to play on my violin so the man doesn't pay me enough anymore since the audiences don't respond!"

Erik had lived the rest of his days working in a local bar and he performed songs on his violin and usually earned more than 50 francs.

But it seemed that now Erik had a hard time composing new songs on his violin.

"It was just so much easier before everything…I had Christine for inspiration…" Erik sighed.

"Speaking of Christine…I think you should take a look at this, Erik…"

Madame Giry handed Erik the newspaper which she had been studying for clues on Christine the whole day.

Erik frowned and snatched the paper away, "This better be important, Marie…I'm really not in a mood…"

But when he saw the headlines, he fell silent.

He turned to look at Madame Giry and whispered, "Is this true…?"

Madame Giry shrugged, "We can consider the possibility of the accident but not the disappearance…"

Erik crumpled up the newspaper and growled, "Then where the hell was the god dammed Vicomte when this occurred!"

He added through his gritted teeth, "Shouldn't he be looking out for his wife?"

Madame Giry slapped Erik on the head and exclaimed angrily, "Will you shut that up for a moment! This is serious, Erik!"

"What the bloody hell do you want me to do about it! She's married to that moron! And what the hell you do that for!" Erik covered his head.

"You swear one more time and I will do it again…Don't think I don't dare, Erik."

Erik sighed, "Marie…I'm an honorable man…She's married to him and I'm in the process of trying to accept that. The Vicomte can handle this with his servants. Besides…She's probably forgotten all about me in her new life…"

"I don't think that's the case…Apparently, this accident occurred right outside the Opera House. Christine would have never returned to the Opera House without a reason. And this, Erik, is what we are going to find out…"

Erik blinked, "We…?"

A/N: I find Madame Giry a bit scary here. Imagine your Mother advancing on you like that. WHOA! Anyway, I didn't know what to write for the Chapter title so I wrote the 'first' thing that came to my mind. I found it funny. LOL! REVIEW!