Disclaimer: I don't own The Phantom of the Opera. That belongs to someone else, Lucky son of a monkey. Oh well I have read a book like this on fan fic but this is only a little like it ok. So now don't sew me. Plus you will really like this story. Well please read and review. Now on to Chapter two, Sorry that is took so long to update. It will take a while for the next chapter because I am going out of state and I will not have a computer so I am doing the update now, at least for chapter two.

Erik Destler was an architect and a composer. In his spare time he taught singing lessons. Erik was well known for his building designs and his musical compositions, even though no one had ever seen him. When he had to meet with people, he met them at night and when they met him he was always at the meeting place before his clients and he always stayed to the shadows.

There was only a hand full of people who had ever seen him. But even those people had never seen him without his mask, except one. Antoinette had seen him without his mask. He owed his life to Antoinette. She had been the one to save him from that traveling circus. She had done so much for him, how could he ever repay her?

As that thought occurred to him that night in September, Erik heard one of the alarms go off, that he had developed himself to warn him of intruders and how many so he could tell whether he should fight or hide. This time it was only one person so he moved to the shadows and grabbed his Punjab Lasso and readied himself to attack. He hid in the darkness as he watched a woman in a hooded cloak come into view. He let out a breath that he was not aware he had been holding, but he didn't come out of the shadows.

He knew who it was. It wasn't hard to tell who it was. It was Antoinette, but why was she here now? He waited a few minutes just to make sure that she was alone and his alarm was not malfunctioning. He still waited in the shadows as he heard her yell out at him, "Erik! Quite being so damn cautious and get out here! I have to discuss a very serious matter with you!" Oh she is angry; he thought he had also heard something else in her voice. Her anger hid it well but not well enough that he could not here it. It was fear. What was she afraid of?

"And what it this matter that you wish to speak to me about at this time of night?" She heard from behind her, making her jump. "Erik!" she scolded, "Don't sneak up on people like that, you could give someone a heart attack!" " I doubt that Madam" he said with a smirk, "Now what was it that you wish to talk to me about that brought you all the way down to my house at this time of night?"

Madam Giry took a breath; she sighed and spoke slowly, "I came here to talk to you about Christine."

Erik's face now became serious and he takes Antoinette to some chairs that are set by a table where he does most of his composing when not at the organ. He then sits her down himself.

"What's wrong?" he asks concerned.

He sees Antoinette is close to tears but she managers to say, "Oh, Erik! I am so worried about her! She hasn't been herself and she is getting so weak. She isn't eating and she has been wrenching every morning for the past few months and she poorly eats anything anymore. Erik, she is starving herself and I don't know why or what to do! I have heard of girls dying from this…please! You are the only one who can get close enough to her to help her."

With this being said Antoinette completely breaks down and passes out. Erik sees her start to fall off the chair she was in and he hurries to her side and puts her up and takes her to a room with a bed so she can lie down. He lays her down and leaves quickly returning with a bowl of cold water and a cloth. He dips the cloth in the water and places it on Antoinette forehead.

While doing this he thinks about what she said. "Christine is not eating? She's loosing a lot of weight? I haven't much of a change. I've known her since her father died and I thought that she was just abnormally thin….but this! What can I do?"

As he pondered in a deep thought, Madam Giry comes to. She stayed laying down knowing she passed out and she needed to let her body rest for a minute.

Erik saw her stir and took the cold cloth from her head and took the bowl and left. He returned a minute later with some water and gave it to Madam Giry. She smiled thankfully knowing he had watched many ballet rehearsals where this had happened.

She sat up and drank the water slowly when the dizziness faded. She looked up and Erik was there with a solemn look.

Erik knew he had let her rest long enough that she could still talk. So he asked quickly, still in his own thoughts, "How long has this been happening?" His was sad.

She wasn't surprised. She knew Erik was in love with Christine. She had known it ever since she brought Christine here 11 years ago when her father died. She had brought him here when he was 12, and Little Christine was only 7 at the time. But he comforted her, taught her to sing and she knew he was the only one who could help her.

Madam Giry answers, "It has been gong on since she was 7, but not the eating problem. She was just depressed. She stopped eating little by little but mostly over the past 6 years." She smiled sadly. "I wish I would have come sooner with this problem, but she has only started throwing up in the past few weeks". She sighed trying very hard not to cry again and waited for Erik to say something.

Erik thought about it for a moment. He loved her. He wanted to help her. But what could he do? He had never let Christine even see him. She didn't even know his name. She only knew him as her Angel of Music.

Finally, Erik made up his mind. He turned to Madam Giry and said to her, "I will help, but why come to me? She doesn't even know who I am except for her Angel of Music."

That was when Madam Giry smiled widely and said, "Then go to her as the Angel of Music and introduce Erik to her. I know you love her, Erik. That is one reason why I am asking you to help her instead of a doctor. She is the second daughter I never had. I don't want to loose her."

With those words, she started to tear up again but she didn't loose it completely. Erik stood up and went to Antoinette and sat next to her. She turned and cried on his shoulder.

He put his arms around her to comfort her. He had never liked to see Antoinette or Meg cry. Antoinette was like a mother to him, the mother who loved him and didn't scream how hideous he was. He owed it to her to be there for comfort because countless times this had been reversed. Erik was the one who needed comfort.

Antoinette stopped crying after a while and apologized for being so childish. Erik smiled at that and he escorted Antoinette back to her room so she would not get lost in the labyrinth of tunnels trying to find her way back.

He went back to his home and found a clean dry shirt and changed shirts because his other one was still wet from tears. He found his suit and changed into that. Then he put on his evening cloak, which was black lined with crimson silk. He turned to a mirror and even though he despised looking at his reflection, looked at it anyway. He fixed his mask so it was a little more comfortable and put the mirror down. He ran toward a tunnel and thought to himself, "I'm coming Christine. Your Angel of Music will not let you fall!"

And with that thought he turned down the path of dark stone that led to the one place Christine was know to go every day.

I am so, so sorry that it is so short. I have not had time to update and I am going out of town. I still expect you to review, or I will send my dog Zeus after you. Muah ha ha ha ha ha ha. Well I have a bus to catch. I am going to California. Sun! Heat! Yey! I will write more when I return. Dun dun dun…where will she go? What will she do? Who will she meet? No body knows – even me. If you want to know what will happen, you have to review and wait. Muah ha ha ha!