Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera. It belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber and Gaston Leroux.

Author's note: Thanks for all the lovely reviews. Here's the next chapter. Sorry I didn't put an a/n on the last chapter. I'm new at this and I'm still trying to figure everything out. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Erik heaved the candlestick back one last time. It struck the mirror with a loud crash and pieces of glass flew everywhere. Erik was surprised that a piece hadn't cut him. He wouldn't have cared if one had though; his life was meaningless now that Christine was gone. How could she have left me for that priss, he wondered over and over again. How could she have led me on like that and then stab me in the back?

The mob's voices were growing louder and the last thing Erik wanted was to be found by them. He shuddered as he thought of the horrendous things that those people would do to him if he was caught. He shook that thought instantly though, as he turned towards the hidden doorway that was behind the mirror he had just smashed.

"I am the opera ghost," he said to himself, "a bunch of common people will not catch me." Erik took one last look behind him and walked through the doorway out of his home for what he thought would be the last time. "Christine hasn't seen the last of me," he muttered under his breath as he stepped over the threshold.

Sunlight bathed the large room in warmth and light, giving Christine a rude awakening in the process. She groaned loudly and rolled out of her bed. What had happened the previous night hadn't registered in the girl's mind yet and it took a moment for Christine to remember where she was.

"Where am I?" Christine said, a bit dazed.

"Why, you're in the Vicomte de Changey's guest suit," an extremely cheery voice behind Christine chimed. She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the voice and let out a small, startled scream.

"I'm sorry to have frightened you mademoiselle. I just came to see how you were doing," the stranger explained. "OH! I'm so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Madeleine. I'm one of the maids here." She gave a small curtsey.

Christine found herself at a loss for words. "Pleasure to meet you," she stammered. This girl is way too cheery for this hour of the morning, Christine thought, wishing the girl could go away and let her get back to sleep.

"The Vicomte had a few garments put into the closet for you and breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes," Madeleine chortled. After saying this, she gave a small curtsy and scurried out of the room.

Well she's an energetic one, Christine thought to herself as she opened the mahogany closet doors. She nearly fell over with amazement as the doors swung open. Raoul's idea of 'a few' dresses was vastly over-exaggerated. There had to have been twenty gowns hanging there, all of them looking very fine and expensive.

"My God!" Christine whispered under her breath. She never saw so many beautiful dresses all in one place, at least, not any that she owned. After gawking at the sight for a moment, she grabbed a light blue dress with navy trim and slipped it on. She gazed at herself in a full length mirror and wondered if this was really happening to her.

A few minutes later, Christine made her way down the long flight of stairs. She could smell food cooking as she walked into the bright room. Raoul was already seated at the long table looking at the mail, but when Christine walked in, he quickly arose.

"Good morning dear," he said as he kissed her cheek, "I hope you slept well."

Something's bothering him, Christine noticed. He looked a bit disoriented. "I slept fine, but I'm not so sure about you. You don't look well," she told Raoul.

"Oh… well," Raoul seemed to be searching for the right thing to say, "I received a letter from Madame Giry telling me that your 'angel' was no where to be found."

HA! Christine thought as she tried to contain a laugh. That's what was bothering him? I thought it would have been something serious. I certainly don't blame Erik for wanted to get away from that mob as fast as he could. She couldn't help but smirk at the thought.

"What's so funny?" Raoul demanded, very confused at his fiancée's reaction.

Christine instantly hid her smile "Nothing," she replied quickly. There was no way she was telling Raoul what she had just thought. Christine felt her stomach grumble and she realized how hungry she was. "Let's eat, shall we? I'm starved."

A few minutes went by and no one uttered a word. Christine found her mind thinking about Erik. I hope he's all right, she kept thinking. She prayed he hadn't decided to do anything drastic, but knowing him, she wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he did. A cold shiver went up her spine at the thought.

"Oh, I forgot!" Raoul piped, breaking the silence, "I received word from Messieur Andre and Messieur Firmin that they are going to rebuild the Opera Populaire."

Christine was overcome with happiness. She would get to see all of her friends again and maybe, just maybe, she would get to perform again. When she mentioned this to Raoul though, her hopes were smashed.

"Victomtesses can't perform in operas," Raoul stated in a matter of fact tone. He saw disappointment overshadow Christine's face, "I'll tell you what though, I will allow you to sing. If I took that away from you, I don't think you'd survive." A small smile crept over Christine's face.

I should have known, Christine told herself. I'm marrying a Vicomte, not a peasant. At least I'll be able to go watch the operas.

The rest of the meal was spent talking about various things, including wedding plans, but Christine's mind was always straying back to Erik. What was he doing? Where was he? Would she ever see him again? These thoughts kept revolving around in her head and she couldn't seem to get rid of them. Finally, some maids started clearing the table.

Christine got up from her seat, "I'm going to explore the house a bit," Christine announced. Hopefully that will get Erik out of my head, a small voice inside her said.

"If you'll just wait a couple minutes, I'll go with you and show you around," Raoul told her. Christine happily agreed and waited in the hall for Raoul to join her. Erik was still haunting her thoughts. She was beginning to wonder if she missed the opera ghost.

"Christine, Christine," an all too familiar voice sang, emanating from the walls. Christine's heart skipped a beat. Erik was all right after all, but what was he doing here.

"Erik, what are you doing here?" She whispered, her voice shaking.

"My dear, you did not think you would escape that easily now did you?" The phantom's voice said maniacally.

Christine couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her adoring angel was stalking her! She was felling lightheaded and dizzy. The floor was looming closer and closer and suddenly, her whole world went black.

Author's note: I know, Erik sounds all evil and awful now. That will change though, I promise. He won't be evil the whole story!