A/N: Thanks to all those who took the time to read my Phan-phic and reviewed it, I greatly appreciate them. I know many of you want to see the Phantom (Erik) come back soon. Believe me, it pains me also that he is not being included. But I am just holding out for the right moment. Please be patient.

Disclaimer: I wish I did, but I don't.

Chapter IV- Angelic Eyes

Christine closed the door behind her. She tucked the beautiful red signature rose behind her ear and she found the letter in her robe pocket. With it in her hand, she sat down at her dressing table and carefully tore it open.

Christine,

I hope this letter finds you well. I would like to assure you that I am safe and well, but you would find me in a gloomy state that I can't be near you. I hope while I am in absence, you shall keep singing. My ears still ring the sound of your lovely voice. It warms my heart. I hope I shall return soon.

Sincerely,

Your Angel

Christine held it against her chest and sang for him as if he was in the room. Or at least he was behind the mirror, and listening like he did in the beginning. These memories brought tears to her eyes and she wished he would be there.

The day passed quickly and soon turned to night. Everyone was growing uneasy of the performance that was to take place that night. They all wondered what kind of drama and action would it behold.

The managers were thrilled that despite what had happened, they still managed to sell a full house. They had apparently learned their lesson and did not sell Box Five this time, but nevertheless they kept an eye on it.

Meg Giry, best friend to Christine and naturally knew about the Phantom, went to Christine's dressing room before the performance like she always did. She wanted to have sometime alone with Christine to question about the events of the previous night. She knew one side of it, but she was curious about the other.

The night before, while everyone was panicking, Meg wanted to go with her mother, but she forbid her. Meg disobeyed her mother, because of worry for Christine. She went into the labyrinth, not knowing that the mob was following her footsteps. When she realized this, she purposely misled them. Once she lost them, she went back to her dressing room. Her mother, after having lead Raoul to the path to the mysterious Phantom's lair, came back to find Meg kneeling in her room, praying for Christine's safety. Madame Giry was relieved and hugged her daughter for being so obedient.

Meg knocked on Christine's door. Christine opened it and let her friend in. They started helping each other get ready. Meg was concerned for Christine. Christine wore a sad face and had a blank look in her eyes. She was also very cold and pale. No matter how Meg questioned her, she didn't get any response.

The show commenced. Carlotta was the lead and Christine was among the chorus girls once again. She didn't mind. She wouldn't have the heart to sing in such a state of despair. All through her performance, she looked at Raoul but shifted her gaze to Box Five, which was unfortunately empty. Her heart sunk. It was just not the same performing without him watching.

Raoul sat in his regular box, and watched the Opera. His eyes were always on Christine and never once left her while she was onstage. He was green with jealousy and it was eating him up inside, to not having done something about it. His face grew smug then relaxed, in case Christine was watching.

The performance finally ended, after the audience called La Carlotta back for an encore. Christine jumped at the chance to be alone. She was so bitter and preoccupied in mind, that she nearly knocked over Madame Giry who was coming from the opposite direction. She didn't think much of it much at the time, why Madame Giry was not on the side-stage but she didn't really care. The older woman offered a smile and whispered to her, "He is pleased." But before Christine could react, the woman hurried off.

This left her very puzzled. What did it mean? She was playing over those words in her head all the way to her quarters.

When she returned to her room, and was amazed to fine another single red rose and a Phantom note, which congratulated her on another great performance even if she wasn't the lead. Her mood elevated and her spirits rose.

There was a slight tap at the door. Christine was startled. As she was closing the drawer that now contained the rose and the letter, she saw a familiar head, poked in the door. Raoul came to offer her, his congrats on a splendid performance. He embraced her, to her it was act of friendship but to him it was something more.

They soon broke apart when he insisted that she must be off to bed. She ushered him out of her room. He offered to stay and watch over her like he had done the previous night. She knew that she no longer needed him there. She was safe with her guardian angel's presence close by.

A/N: I hope you like it. I like the first part, but I am not too sure of how I did on the last. I hope the letter was in style the way he writes. I tried my best. I would like some comments on what you think. I also had a very hard time to come up with a name for the title of this chapter, but this is the best I could think of. If you can suggest anything better, please do so. I really like to hear feedback. Please Review.

I'll try to get more chapters up soon. I have a couple of ideas and I hopefully will get them down before I forget them.