DISCLAIMER: I don't own any Phantom characters or Phantom settings, etc. I only own Angelica, Ri'chard the stable boy, The LeJolie's, and other original characters used in my other phanfic.

Thanks to: PhantomLover2005, Twinkle22, Phantom's girl, mrsphantom1029,and everyone who has read and reviewed! I appreciate it more than you know!

Thus Angelica first laid eyes on the man who had haunted the opera staff's nightmares. She saw the piercing blue eyes, and was tempted to scream, but couldn't. The stare lasted for what seemed to be hours, before she finally spoke.

"Is it you?" she asked bravely, her hands now trembling.

He blinked at the child and took a step backward. Angelica didn't understand. Was he afraid, or was he confused?

"Please, answer me." she pleaded still staring into his eyes.

There was a long silence, Angelica thought it was hopeless as he began to turn away.

He gestured for her to come to him.

Angelica took his hand as it was offered, and followed the entrancing figure. She could not understand why she couldn't speak or why he didn't run away, 'But my search has ended' she thought to herself, 'I've found him'.

Angelica walked blankly behind the Phantom until he finally came to halt. He turned to face her and gestured to continue to follow him.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked surprised she could utter a word.

He didn't answer. Angelica touched his shoulder, demanding an answer. He stopped and looked down at her once more. A burst of light spontaneously filled the room. 'The lair beneath the caverns, is where we are' Angelica said thinking to herself, 'Does he realize yet, than I'm not Christine?'. Whether he didn't realize or he did, she was entranced by his lair. Drawings, music, and candlelight filled the room.

The Phantom approached Angelica from behind as her eyes studied the famous lair. He touched her shoulder and began to turn her around to face him. She stared into his eyes for an answer to his silence. Once again, he took a step back from her. He looked into her eyes and turned away.

"Why?" he finally spoke. "Why have you come here?"

Angelica stood dumbfounded at his question. And was afraid he wouldn't like her answer.

"I-I've been trying to find you." she said bravely. "I w-wanted to ask you..."

"What?" he said cutting her sentence.

Angelica walked closer to him and halted next to his shoulder.

"About, her.." she gestured to a drawing in front of them.

"Christine..." he said woefully.

"You miss her?" Angelica said placing her hand on his.

The Phantom looked surprised at this brave child's action, and gave her a slight smile.

She couldn't understand why he was being so kind to her. 'It's probably because of my outward appearance' she thought to herself, she looked so much like her. His Christine.

"Who are you?" he asked her.

Angelica's heart thumped wildly beneath her chest. She knew what she had to do if she never wanted another sleepless night. But how? How could she muster up enough strength to tell him, that this little woman, this girl playing follow the leader with a Phantom, was his daughter? Angelica thought for a moment but decided in the end, 'at least he'll know'.

"Angelica." she said facing him.

He looked at Angelica , and looked over her head at Christine's portrait.

"Do you see?" she asked, not taking her eyes from him. "I'm not her...But I can be her memory."

The Phantom looked puzzled, as if he didn't understand what she was trying to say...Angelica stepped forward until she was inches from him and asked him to listen to her plea.

"A night you spent with Christine, was the night you conceived me."

The Phantom's eye expression went from studious to disbelief. He only stood looking at the girl standing before him. A solitary tear streamed down his face and hit the stone floor.

"You're my father..."

Angelica stood still afraid of the consequences to her action. How she longed for a parent, 'please accept me, she hoped'. But he did nothing. She was saddened by his vacant expression, and soon turned to walk away.

"Angelica." he said from behind, softly.

She turned slowly and looked into his eyes again. Her lip began to tremble... The Phantom, a haunting figure who was said to be cruel, unkind, and unloved, had opened his arms to Angelica. 'A Phantom.' she thought 'the Father I never knew'.

Another bad chapter..I'm so sorry for the long wait. It's my birthday today and regular life has just been so chaotic. I hope you like this chapter. I'll have the next installment up as soon as I can! Thank you for your patience:)