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Erik: Why would anyone want to eat my face? It's not a pretty face… FINE take a bite out of it… rub it in!

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Erik: …..Why?

Me: Men… you're all helpless

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Chapter 6

Christine's Point Of View

Miss Daae

May I be the first to welcome you back? Yes, I can almost see your face growing pale when you see this… but after that dramatic speech you made last night, why would you be frightened of a ghost who seems to haunt you?

I want to stay away Christine, but I can't. The mere thought of you returning has kept me alive these past many years. I wish it hadn't but love does these things to people.

I have changed, as well as you. You are a strong woman now and I can't manipulate you now. You WILL NOT allow yourself to be manipulated. I have changed as well. I seek not to control you, but to love you, and I will never stop. Never. I can't stay away. Our paths will cross again.

There will never be a day when I don't think of you,

Erik

I couldn't take my eyes away from the note, no matter what I did. I sat up to hack another cough, which took my breath away and made my head spin. Mme. Giry said I had gotten the fall flu, but from who or what I did not know. Though I was far from being any type of doctor, I was sick. Mme. Giry had given me medication and said I would get better, and I trusted her. I already was feeling better than I had that morning.

Erik really had changed. He was less murderous and more debonair. I would have to accept this new Erik… no I wouldn't! I want nothing to do with him. I don't care that he's changed! But just to see his face again… no! He destroyed me! But he's Etolee's father!

Thirteen years. It had taken me thirteen years to admit that to myself. I laid my head back onto the pillow on my small bed as another cough tugged at my vocal cords. By breath came out ragged from exhausting my throat.

The note was still clutched in my hand. I couldn't seem to let it go. He was a part of Etolee, so he was a part of me know, through and through, no matter how much I hated him.

Yes, I hate him. But yet I love him. I don't know weather I want to tie a noose around his neck or kiss him. Is it possible to do both? He made me and destroyed me. The conflicting emotions have been through my head and heart since the day I first laid eyes on my daughter.

When she was born, she had been, and still is naturally pale. Make-up is the only thing that keeps her from looking like a corpse. The area surrounding her eyes had always been red shot; as if she had been crying. Again, make-up saved her. That horrid line down the side of her face has caused her murder though. It gets dry and itchy in the summer and frost bit in the winter. And her constant itching at it makes it even redder that it already is. Cover up can make it all of it disappear.

Her dark hair clashed with her pale features, and so did her amazing eyes; Erik's eyes. Her eyes held life and secrets and a girl and person wanting to burst free and sing. That's what she wants to do more than anything, sing. With Erik's genes, who wouldn't be able to naturally sing like an angel? No one knows she has this hidden talent, no one can. I'm not sure why I forbade her to sing.

She was singing before she could talk, and that didn't take long. She cried… a lot. As an infant, she suffered from a disease some infants go through that makes them unable to sleep. Mme. Giry told me about it. Oh how my child suffered, and how my ears suffered. Etolee learned the schedule of being awake and when to go to sleep fast. She somehow knew she was supposed to sleep. When she couldn't, her face would get this focused look and she would sit there trying to go to sleep. After while, she would get frustrated and scream her lungs out. Her cries however where not that of a normal child, they had a more music quality to them and thus Erik's characteristics came to her…. And they never went away.

Now I was here, back at the place I had sworn I would never return. If it wasn't for Raoul and Meg convincing me to return I would never have. Raoul's statements made more sense to me. He said, "Christine, the Opera House is a part of her. You can't deprive it of her. It's in her too strong. She's too much like him…" and I agreed with him.

Raoul and Meg helped me raise Etolee, and if it wasn't for them (again) I think Etolee and I would have lost our minds by the time she was five. By the age of four, she had more strength and confidence and more sense of real and fake than I ever will and would have. She raised me, and I learned everything about life from a four year old. She taught me about love, she taught me sadness, she taught me anguish (mostly anguish)

There were times when we would get into heated arguments, and Raoul would take her for the day. She loved Uncle Raoul. He had dealt with Erik's anger, and knew how to make her content. He helped make the basement his house (Meg, Raoul Etolee, Gabrielle Mme. Giry and I had all lived together after the night this place burned down) a playing place for his two favorite girls as he called them. By the time the two girls were six, Gabrielle had a place in the basement to play with dolls, and Etolee had a place to compose music.

Meg spoiled both of them. She loved them… she just LOVED them! She loved them both. Gabrielle was more like myself, Etolee…. Wasn't like anyone. How we all managed to raise two wonderful girls under the De Changy roof all together I will never know.

Meg understood that Raoul and I were about to be married, and she felt no jealousy. Raoul loved her so much. I don't know how the romance did unfold, because honestly I never saw anything. Meg's sneaky and Raoul can keep a secret like anything. Right after I had Etolee, they were married, and Gabrielle wasn't far behind. We all became a family; a family with no secrets, with no judgments and no hate. We were just… a family. We love each other more than anyone could imagine, and things were perfect in my life for once. I thought I could have a happy ending.

No. I had to come back here. The girls were amazing dancers, and Meg insisted we go back for them to learn what they needed to know. they leanred fast, and know they're in the up coming opera.

My eyes shut again. I had gotten the message that morning what the new opera was to be… Hannibal. My god it was starting again! Everything was starting again! It couldn't end with me! Time was playing its evil games with me. My daughter was going to be in the ballet chorus just like I had. What next? What was next!

I had weakened myself with thoughts beyond repair. I had to rest, I had to sleep and wake up from this nightmare that still haunted me.

I could feel myself slipping in unconsciousness. I felt my eyes closing and I felt my head turning to the side instinctively. My vision blurred and my breathing changed. I could swear that I felt a hand on my shoulder and soft words lure me to sleep, and I swear I could hear the words, but I was almost asleep and was delusional so who knows? But I had sworn I heard a song.

" 'Angel I hear you… speak… I'll listen, stay by my side, and guide me. Angel my soul was weak… forgive me, enter at last master…' "

I heard, and then I fell asleep…..