part 1
(8 years later)
Christine was done for the night. Her last customer finally pleasured, she sighed as she quickly cleaned up and headed home.
She missed HIM more and more everyday, with each passing breath. All she had to live for was her daughter, Elena. Her daughter would never know her real father, for he died many years ago. Christine loved Elena so much that she would sell her body to the highest bidder, just to keep them off the streets. As she opened the door to her flat, she was greeted by a mass of long raven hair. 'Just like Erik's.' she thought.
"Mama!" Elena ran to her mother at full speed, never stopping till her destination was met.
"Ooh." The pain was sudden, but faded as she looked at her beautiful little girl.
"Sorry mama, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's all right. Now, what has my little angel all excited, hmm?" Elena beamed at her mother as she led her over to the chaise lounge.
"I made a new friend mama!" Elena didn't have many friends because everyone in the city knew what she was.
"Oh, and who is this new friend?" Christine said enthusiastically .
"Well…. he's really, really tall, and wore a hat to cover his face."
Christine's mind began to race. 'A man who covered his face, tall. All that's missing is a white mask' she thought. She listened eagerly as Elena told of their conversation earlier that day.
Elena was playing in the garden, when a man rode up. He dismounted his black stallion and walked to the iron gate. She looked up from her dolls and into emerald green eyes.
"Hello, are you looking for someone?"
The man looked at her, their eyes locking on each other's.
"Who lives here?"
Elena looked at him quizzically.
"My mother and I."
"Oh. Who is your mother?"
"My mother told me not to talk to strangers, so I must go."
"Wait! Mademoiselle if she is who I think she is, then I'm not a stranger, at least not to her anyways."
Elena pondered for a moment.
"Well,… alright. Her name is Christine."
"Christine." The man hissed her name as if were a vile word.
"Are you alright monsuier?"
The man turned around and handed her something.
"Please give this to your mother. She will know who it is from."
Elena carefully handed her mother what the man had given her. Christine gasped. In her hand was a blood red rose, with black satin ribbon tied around the stem. She looked up from the rose to Elena.
"Are you certain you did not see his face?" Elena nodded.
"Mon Dieu, he still loves me." She said in an almost inaudible tone.
"Who mama?" Christine was shook from her thoughts.
"No one love. Now off to bed with you, it's late." She swatted Elena's on her bottom as she fled the room.
"Good night mama."
"Good night…my angel."
She struggled with those last words. She had not spoken them since HIM. Once she knew she was alone, the tears she was holding back came full force. She crumpled to the floor in a sobbing heap.
"Why didn't I follow my heart? Why? And now I'm miserable without him, yet he still loves me."
Her cries were now few to none as she succumbed to sleep, his memory ever present in her dreams.
AN: hope you liked it! There is still way more to come. I'll try to update two chapters a day if possible.