DISCLAIMER: I own no Phantom characters, only Angelica, Ri'chard the stable boy, and other original characters I have used in my other phanfic.

Thanks to: PhantomLover2005, and everyone who has read and or reviewed.

All through chorus rehearsal that day, Angelica's head was full of images and theories concerning Christine Daae. She tried to not let her dancing suffer, in front of the mistress but, it was inevitable. As soon as the rehearsal ended...

"Angelica?" said a voice from behind.

"Yes, M-Madame Giry." she said sulking over.

"I noticed your dancing today."

"I can explain, Madame. I've just had so many things on my mind."

"That is no excuse, my dear." she said sternly, but concerned.

"I know. I apologize."

"You look troubled. Is something bothering you."

"Yes. There's no point in lying to you.

"Well Angelica...What is it?"

Angelica looked down at the floor and clenched her teeth together.

"Can I ask you a question, Madame?" she asked hesitantly.

"You know you can, Angelica. I'm here for all of my students."

Madame Meg Giry sat down on a small pew-like bench and motioned Angelica to sit next to her.

"Now, what is it?"

"Well I know we're not supposed to mention it-" Angelica said twirling her thumbs. "But I have to know."

"Know what, dear?" Meg exclaimed.

"Who is Christine Daae, Ma'am"?"Angelica blurted out suddenly.

Meg's face went pale as she comprehended Angelica's query.

"Please, Madame. I know you know something."

"Well, Angelica-I-"

"Madame, you said I could ask you anything and you would tell!"

A promise is a promise, she thought to herself...Meg took a deep breath and turned face to face to Angelica.

"I don't know, Angelica."

"I promise I will speak to no one about what you tell me." Angelica said placing her hand on Meg's.

"Very well, Angelica."

"Thank you, Ma'am. I'll be eternally grateful."

With one last sigh, she began to speak.

"When I was very young, training in the opera house to be a ballerina, she lived here. We were the best of friends, we danced together and basically were family." she smirked, thinking of the memories. "But one year, I believe her sixteenth, everyone discovered when the leading soprano, Carlotta Guidicelli, walked out in the midst of production, that she could sing. Well, the accidents that had been occurring, ended...We thought. Christine disappeared after her first performance."

"What happened to her? Did she return?"

"Yes, she returned. But to where she disappeared to, was the mystery. The owners of the opera house, the patron, Carlotta, and my mother, all received messages from the Opera Ghost."

Angelica tried not shudder at the last two words.

"My mother tried to warm them, that this wasn't a hoax. That the O.G. seen all of the plots and ideas the opera staff came up with to dispose of him. His demands weren't to be rejected or a disaster would occur."

"And it did...Didn't it?" Angelica said barely in a whisper.

"Yes. That was the night the chandelier fell and set the opera house a flame. He took Christine back down to his secret lair beneath the caverns, to make her his bride. Her fiance, the Vicompte De Chagny, tried to rescue her, but Christine's expression of love for them both was enough for the Phantom to let her go. Hew couldn't care to see her forever saddened because of his selfishness. I led the police and company down to the lair, but he was nowhere to be found. All that was left was his mask...And ever since, nothing has happened to resurface his existence."

Angelica thanked Madame Giry for telling her what she knew about the strange affair, and left the room. Her intuition wasn't satisfied enough to determine that the Phantom had really vanished.

"I'm going to find him."

Sorry for the long wait on the next installment, life has been hectic. Well it's here now, and hopefully the next chapter, will be up sooner than the last one:)