This is my first fanfic as you all should know. Review and please no flamers. Hopefully, if I keep the thought process going, I can keep the story going . ...Ah...Am I talking to myself or what? Probably am...Well... See you all at the end of the story..

Intro

In a little town in France where the Opera House once stood lived the famous actress and Opera singer, Christine Daae, now known as Christine de Chagny, along with her husband Raoul. It has been only a year since the tragedy of the Phantom of the Opera. Although he is still wanted throughout France, no one knew what happened to him.

Since the disappearance, Christine still hadn't recovered from the act of Don Juan and still is quite shaken. Raoul, on the other hand, has been protective of her and allows no one he doesn't trust speak to her. They also had one child named Elizabeth who was no more than 5 months old. For the best, Christine hardly took her to the grocery store or even a trip to the park. She was permanantely shunned into darkness. Raoul began to become nervous of her behavior since the fire. He had once taken her to see a doctor and all they said to do was just to take time to adjust to her surroundings, but he was impatient. He couldn't wait for that time to come for when Christine to snap back into reality.

Erik, the Phantom, had disappeared through a mirror on the night when Christine played in Don Juan. He had left the underground to try to become one with the world. It was no use. Erik couldn't stop thinking about Christine, his Angel of Music. He could never forget the sound of her voice and how beautiful it was. And how frightened she was of him, the fear in her eyes that longed to leave him. He had known how much she loved Raoul and how much she would have loved him as well if he wouldn't have decieved her. There was no chance of gaining that trust back.

As for Christine, Raoul, and Erik, they were all thinking of one another and where they are all now.

Chapter 1: Lost Within a Shadow

Daylight arose from the hills in France across the painted windows of the wrecked Opera House. It was still burned from the fire and no longer haunted by the one and only Phantom. Raoul slowly opened his eyes to the sun gleaming in on Christine. In his eyes, she looked like an angel flying in from the wings of a butterfly.

It was all ruined when he heard the cry of Elizabeth coming from the bedroom across from them. Raoul sighed and rushed to his baby's need.

Christine woke up slowly about 10 minutes later. She ended up closing the curtains to stop the sun from entering. Raoul suddenly entered the bedroom with the settled Elizabeth in his arms.

"Christine, what are you doing?" Raoul asked opening the curtains again with one hand, the baby in another, "You're keeping God's sun out of your sanctuary."

"I don't want it in my sanctuary any longer. Besi--" Christine was cut off from Raoul's shocked face.

"What do you mean? You're the Angel of Music! You must let the sun light your away! Don't let the Phantom of the Opera haunt your dreams forever."

Christine turned her back to him. "I'll be right back, I promise." She grabbed her coat and headed out the door. Before she went across the street to the carriage, she looked back at the small house they were living in. It was a small tan house about four miles south of the Opera House.

Christine paid the driver and said, "To the Opera House," softly. She stepped onto the carriage and about 15 minutes later, they were in front of the Opera House. She stepped down from the carriage and stopped at the broken down wooden double doors. A tear swept down her cheek and she looked down at her pale fingers.

When she looked back up to view it once more, she thought she say something out of the corner of her eye. In fact, she did. At the corner of the rotted house sat what looked like an old homeless person. As the generous person she was, she strolled on up to him. The guy was hooded along with a long black cloak holding a dead rose in his frozen wet hands.

"Hello? Is there anything I can do for you?" Christine asked softly. Her voice echoed in the quiet mist of the snow.

Although from the sound of her voice, the man's head turned to her, only revealing his eyes, and he took off for the back of the Opera House leaving the rose behind him.

"Wait! I only wanted to help," Christine looked down at the rose and picked it up. It seemed oddly familiar. Suddenly, she saw a flash of light and she remember herself being handed a rose with Madame Giry's voice saying, "He is pleased with you."

It made her wonder. "Could it be him?"

Eh? It was okay, right? Thought so. Now that I'm tired out of my mind and its finally Spring Break I might be able to write more. Rawr. Now I'm going crazy... It feels as if I'm talking to myself... again. See y'all later! ...I think...