Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera. If I did, I wouldn't be writing about it on this site! This goes for the whole thing, I'm not typing it every time...

A/N: Alright this is my first fanfic, or phanfic, so please review and tell me what you think! This will most definitely be EC. Mostly based on the 2004 ALW movie, so the characters will look like Gerard Butler, Emmy Rossum, etc. I'll try not to do too much Raoul bashing, but I honestly think he's nothing but a fruit (most likely thanks to Patrick Wilson haha) Alright, well enough of this rambling. Don't forget to review!

Christine de Nuit

No Dreams Within Her Heart But Dreams of Love

Chapter 1: Curiosity and Betrayal

Christine awoke to the sound of a music box in a warm, comfortable, yet unfamiliar bed. Where was she? What happened? Thoughts ran through her head as she got out of bed. Suddenly it all came rushing back to her.

The Hannibal performance. The mirror. Him, her Angel. He had sung to her, and she had been completely consumed by his voice. A voice so beautiful it could only be that of an angel. She had been unable to resist following him into the darkness.

Looking around, Christine heard the soft playing of an organ. She headed in that direction.

"I remember there was mist,

Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake," she sang to herself.

"There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat.

And in the boat there was a man…"

She stopped as she saw him playing his organ. He turned and looked at her before continuing with his composing.

Suddenly the desire to see what was behind the mask he wore was unbearable. She had to know. Surely it can't be anything too horrible. The other side of his face was perfectly handsome. And besides, his voice was that of the heavens! Then again, it was wrong. He obviously didn't want her to know. But did he really think she would care? He was, after all, her angel. No, she corrected herself, he's not an angel. He had lied to her. She didn't hold it against him; she had always secretly wished he were a man. But why was he hiding from her?

Her curiosity soon got the better of her rational side as she walked toward him.

"Who was that shape in the shadows?

Whose is the face in the mask?"

He didn't notice her as she came up behind him.

Erik glanced up as Christine walked into the room muttering to herself. He shrugged his shoulders, returning to his music.

He almost couldn't believe that she was here, in his home. His Christine. Here.

He had been the one to comfort her when she came to the Opera Populaire after her father's death. He knew all too well what it as like to be lonely and scared. So he told her he was the Angel of Music, sent by her father. Yes, it was a lie. But he couldn't stay away. He had begun tutoring her voice to be closer to her, the one joy in his life of solitude and pain. It was natural that he fell in love with her. But she could never love him. He was a monster and a murderer.

He tried to push the thought away, shivering as the cool air rushed by his right cheek. Wait…why was there air on his masked face?

It dawned on him. She had snatched the mask from his face. He froze, trying not to let her see the deformed side of his face. She had betrayed him! Anger soon consumed him as he abruptly stood up, knocking music over as he scrambled to his feet. Turning on her, his rage became evident.

"DAMN YOU!

You little prying Pandora!

You little demon!

THIS is what you wanted to see!" he yelled, pointing to the deformed side of his face.

Christine shrank back in utter terror. She hadn't expected him to be this angry. His deformity became more frightening as his face exploded with rage.

"Curse you!

You little lying Delilah!

You little viper!

Now you cannot ever be free!"

He launched into song as Christine's guilt overpowered her, quickly joined by pity. As he finished, he sat down next to her, whispering her name. Christine wiped her tears away and handed him the mask, which he quickly replaced.

"I'm sorry. Really I am. I didn't know…I didn't think…I'm sorry, Angel..." she managed to get out through her tears.

"Erik," his voice softened. He couldn't stand to see her cry, especially if he was the cause. "My name is Erik".

"Erik," she whispered, the name rolling off her tongue in such a way that it made him shudder.

He looked away for a moment, before returning his gaze to Christine. "Come, I'm taking you back up to your dressing room. You have rehearsals in about an hour, and you must prepare yourself."

She nodded as he helped her up.

A/N: Sorry, I know it's short! The others will be much longer, I promise :)