Well, it's my first story, so give it a shot. It's begins more or less when Christine and Erik run into each other after several years (during which Christine has married Raoul and witnessed his murder). It involves Christine havingmore of a darker side after all she's been through, and how Erik handles that and his own demons.
Salvage
Prologue
She never liked the night.
Despite its welcome ability to veil her wandering identity and allow her to linger in whatever solitude she sought, she would often crave the brightness and warmth of the sun, when its rays are not confined within city smog and thick fog and clouds. It was probable that her lack of sun accounted for the unnatural pallor of her ghostly skin.
In fact, the night sky tended to remind her of rather unpleasant things, making her silently pray for light's illumination to burn through the repulsive memories and force them to hide in the recesses of her mind.
Night made her a truly morbid little thing, didn't it?
Christine barely flinched as her shoulder bumped with some woman who was leaving the bar Christine herself was entering. Neither bothered to mutter or gesture an apology. Instead, Christine entered the surprisingly unpopulated bar and let her brown eyes quickly scan the room before finding her usual spot near the corner. It was definitely a slow night. The usual crowd lingered near the drinks area while only a few couples danced lovingly in each others arms on the dance floor. There was also a rather nervous young red head on the small stage in the front, microphone in her trembling hands, apparently ready to sing some pop ballad.
After ordering her usual light drink, Christine removed her jacket and prepared herself to listen to what would no doubt be a butchering rendition of some classic Whitney Houston song. When the girl started, Christine found herself rather pleasantly surprised. The redhead wasn't perfect and did tend to over-sing, but it wasn't horrible to listen to.
Christine was unable to stop a small fond smile from appearing on her face at the memory of her young, naïve self singing years ago. It almost made her wish she could take the big stage again.
Almost.
But unfortunately, she made the choice to give up the spotlight and her success the day her first love was taken from her. Had Raoul not been ruthlessly murdered, she may not have spent the next few years hunting down the men who did it. She may not have spent most of her time in the dark. Had her life not been blown apart that evening, Christine may have still had the drive to pursue opera singing as a career. It was something she occasionally regretted, given all her devotion towards music and guidance by…him.
But that Christine was gone now…burned to death and obliterated in that house on January 25, 2000. Christine Daaé, the young and ripe student who developed the voice of an angel with the guidance of her very own ghost and angel of music, was now (to the world) lying beside her husband near her deceased father's resting place.
Now she went by Elizabeth Daaé, after her mother. And Elizabeth was stronger then Christine. She was cold, emotionless, and only able to be warmed by singing. Elizabeth was never a widely envied and talented opera singer. Instead, she was a locally talented girl in her 20s who sang in nightclubs to make cash. She wasn't Christine Daaé anymore.
She finished her drink and left the nearly deserted bar, smiling kindly at the young red head who finally stepped off the stage.
The cold night air seemed refreshing all of a sudden as it chilled her pale skin. Pausing a bit to take a deep breath and survey the area around her, Christine headed toward the direction of a more populated lounge bar to lose herself in song.
An eerie cold wind nearly chilled her to the bone the entire walk over.
A/N: So, please, I ask you to review and give some feedback so I know if it works yet or not. Any type of feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!