A/N: Hey! I know the last chapter was kind of short, and a little boring, but it will get better (hopefullylol). This is another short chapter, but Erik's in this one. But because of him it was hard to write. He is such a complex character, you can never be sure how he will react. I'm trying to stay true to the charactors as possible, but if I'm not please tell me. And as I've said before, I'd love to hear your reviews, good or bad. In the future I will try to make the chapters longer, though.

Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me. It all belongs to Weber, Leroux, and Kay.

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Stepping out of her carriage, Christine was filled with anticipation and fear. Cautiously she stepped inside the Opera House, but stopped in the doorway shocked. It was so different, yet the same. For a moment she was overwhelmed with memories. She didn't know how long she stood there, but slowly she began walking. Suddenly a voice spoke behind her. "Christine is that you? What are you doing here?"

Turning around she saw Madame Giry, and quickly walked over to her. "Madame Giry, have you seen Erik at all? Please I need to know."

Madame Giry sighed. "No I haven't. There has been no sign of him anywhere in the theater. I'm not sure if he's even here anymore."

Christine's eyes filled with tears for the second time that day. "Have you been to his home?"

"No dear, I have not. I was long ago forbidden never to go there."

"Please Madame Giry may I go to my old dressing room?"

"Yes. Here is the key. I have to go look over ballet practice." As Madame Giry walked away, she thought about that conversation. She had lied when she said she had not seen Erik. She had, but no more then a hunched shadow leaving the Opera House to get his necessities. Christine did not realize how much she had hurt him when she left him. Not only breaking his heart, but also his soul. He had given up the whole Phantom of the Opera scheme for good. Seeing Christine again, might just put him over the edge. She sincerely hoped that Christine knew what she was doing. Not for her sake, but for his.

Christine slowly walked to her old dressing room wondering how it looked now. Walking into her room she realized it was exactly the same. Obviously the fire had not reached it. She walked around the room and stopped in front of the mirror. Gazing into it she remembered the first time she had seen Erik, watching her from the other side of this two-way mirror. She knew that the only way he would come to her now was if she was to sing. Nervously she opened her mouth and began to sing.

"Father once spoke of an Angel…

I used to dream he'd appear

Now as I sing, I can sense him…

And I know he's here…

Here in this room

He calls me softly…

Somewhere inside hiding…

Somehow I know he's always with me…

He the unseen genius…"

Her voice was a little off key and a little wavy, but she continued to sing.

"Angel of music

Guide and guardian

Grant to me your glory."

She stopped letting the last note hang in the air. Looking into the mirror she prayed with all her heart he would come. "Please God let him come," She murmured.

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In his under ground world, Erik, had heard her. Her voice, like an angel though it was a little off key. He sighed to himself, thinking it only an allusion of his lovesick heart. After all, he dreamed about her every night. He figured it was the effect of his opium, just the next step to complete madness. After a few minutes, though, he began to realize her voice seemed to echo in his lair instead of his mind. Standing up awestruck he began to follow the sound of her voice. It lead him in front of his two-way mirror. He gazed at her wondering what she was doing here; Raoul certainly hadn't let her come. For a time he just watched her, as he used to do. Drinking her in. Suddenly she got up, silent tears dripping down her face. "Erik if you're here please talk to me." She whispered. It was as though she sensed his presence near her. As she was about to leave he spoke sadly, "You have not been practicing."

She slowly she turned around, and walked in front of the mirror. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you here Christine?" He spoke bitterly. "Your precious Viscount certainly didn't let you come."

She looked at the floor. "I don't know why," she said quietly. "Please come out from behind the mirror."

He didn't say anything. He wanted to come out. God, how he wanted to, but he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to contain his emotions. He would end up rapping her, or doing something he would regret. It was best for the both of them if the glass was between them.

"Please Erik." She said after he remained silent.

Erik knew he had to leave, and fast. Silently he turned and walked back to his home.

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Christine stayed in front of the mirror for 15 minutes, before realizing that he wasn't there anymore. Turning around she placed the key in her pocket, and went home, planning to return the next day.