Sorry about the short wait.

Oh! And I just went down on Saturday to see Spamalot in New York. It was hilarious! starts singing Once in every show, there comes a song like this! If anyone's seen Spamalot: Did you see the Phantom of the Opera reference with the boat and chandelier? I squealed out and started spazzing when I saw it! I also got a Phantom of the Opera t-shirt: soooooooo cool!

Anyway, enough about me, and onto the story!

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Chapter Two: Godfather

Erik blinked.

"Godfather?" he repeated, stunned.

"Yes Erik. It's obvious that there's some sort of strange connection between you and Angéle, and I don't want it to go to waste."

Erik tried to process this information.

"And. . . And would Raoul approve this decision?"

Christine bit her lip and wrung her hands in her skirts.

"I don't think he would be." Erik looked at Christine sharply. "In fact, he doesn't even think I'm with you right now. He thinks I'm at Madame Giry's."

Erik was about to talk, but Christine beat him to it.

"But that's why I said you'd be a secret Godfather. Raoul wouldn't have to know. It would just be between me and you."

"But. . . But if you and Raoul. . . died," Erik forced out, shuddering, "how would anyone believe me if I came to take Angéle?"

"I've written it down in anticipation of such an encounter."

Christine withdrew a note from her glove and handed it to Erik. He took it with shaking hands and opened it.

I, Christine Daae, give permission to Monsieur Erik to be the Godfather of my daughter, Angéle Danielle de Changy. He has my permission of taking her into his own care if something should go wrong with my husband, Raoul, and I.

Christine de Changy

Erik read it over twice before looking up at Christine. He gulped, before tucking it away in his pocket.

"I accept, then."

Christine beamed at Erik who was finally digesting the information. He was Angéle's Godfather! A faint smile played around his grim lips as he thought of the fact.

"Thank you so much, Erik!" Christine exclaimed, hugging Erik again. "You must understand that this means so much to me. I love you. Not the way I love Raoul, but I love you all the same."

Erik could only nod stiffly.

"I will not tell Angéle. Perhaps when she's older, but not now."

"Will you tell Raoul?" Erik asked curiously. Christine shrugged uncertainly.

"Perhaps never. I'm not sure; I'll let the years play out."

She then smiled gently at Erik again.

"You should be going," Erik noted painfully. Christine nodded blankly.

"You're right. They'll be wondering what's taking me so long. Farewell, Erik."

With one last short and uncertain, yet warm, hug, Christine hurried off up the passageway.

Erik watched her leave, dazed, before touching the paper in his pocket.

Then a smile grew on his face.

He was Angéle's Godfather.

Swiftly her rowed back across the lake and let cheerful and peaceful organ music accompany Christine all the way out of the Opera Populaire's shambles.

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Christine wrapped her lavender cloak around herself as she hurried along the streets, head bowed.

In a way, she was dreadfully frightened at the choice she had just made. Why in heavens name had she announced Erik as Angéle's Godfather?

But on the other hand, she was perfectly tranquil with her decision. It was obvious how much joy Erik had caused Angéle. She still couldn't stop talking about his eyes, his unusual demeanor, and his big black cape. Strangely enough, Angéle barely mentioned the mask which pointed more towards the direction of Christine making a great choice.

Raoul, on the other hand, would despise such a decision. He'd call it risky, stupid, and disturbing having a man who almost strangled him be Angéle's Godfather.

Raoul had never seen Erik's Angel side, though. Christine had, and when she did she had never seen anything more gentle and kind.

This was the side Erik used these days. Perhaps she had killed off his monstrosity with her kiss that night. . .

Christine unconsciously walked up her house's steps, not even noticing the maid who hurriedly opened the door for her. She only realized where she was when someone gently kissed her brow and started peeling the cloak from her.

"How was your meeting with Madame Giry?" Raoul asked. Christine shook away all thoughts she had about Erik and smiled at Raoul, kissing him.

"Wonderful. Perfectly wonderful."

She would never regret the decision.

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