By: Phantomfan1911
Summary: A prequel to 'My Savior' Takes place between the end of the movie and the beginning of 'My Savior'
Author's Note: For those of you who have read my first phan phic, this is a prequel to that story. I realized that I hadn't provided much of a back story in the first few chapters of 'My Savior' as to how Raoul and Christine's relationship was before their marriage and how Erik came to visit Christine every night. I have the next chapter of 'My Savior' ready to go, but it is on my laptop and I haven't burned it to CD yet and brought it in to work. I will do that before the week is out. I also have duty on Saturday too so be prepared for some new chapters then. I hope that you guys enjoy this story as much as you enjoy 'My Savior'. Please read and review!
Chapter One: Changes
It only been an hour since Christine had last seen him, and already she missed him like crazy. She missed hearing his voice, listening to his musicThe thought that she might not see him ever again scared her. Christine didn't feel complete without her angel in her life.
The carriage ride seemed endless. Raoul had ushered her into a waiting carriage after they left the burning ruins of the Opera Populaire, mumbling something about wanting to take her home. But in Christine's mind, she was leaving her home. The opera house was the only home that she had ever know since she was a little girl. She was leaving Madame Giry and Meg, the only family she had ever known since her father had died. She sat quietly, hands folded, staring out the window.
"Are you alright Christine? You haven't said anything since we left," Raoul asked, staring at her.
She nodded. "I'm fine Raoul. I've just been thinking about how much I'm going to miss Madame and Meg. The have been the only family I have ever known since my father died."
"I understand. We'll come back and visit soon. I promise."
The carriage pulled to a stop outside the estate and the driver climbed down from his seat to open the door for the Vicomte. Raoul stepped outside and held his hand out for Christine. Timidly, she took his hand and stepped out of the carriage, and surveyed her surroundings. The estate and it's grounds were beautiful. A small fountain stood off to one side, with a garden surrounding it. The house it's self was a pale gray color, with white trim. A massive window over looked the street.
"You're going to love living here Christine. You shall get all the privileges that a Vicomtesse should," Raoul said, putting his arm around her.
"But Raoul, I'm not a Vicomtesse."
"Yet, you're not a Vicomtesse yet. You are my fiancée Christine. You shall be a Vicomtesse when we get married," he replied. "Come, let's go inside, you must be freezing."
He led her inside the house and over to what looked like the living room. "I'm so happy that you agreed to stay with me Christine. I knew that you couldn't stay down in the darkness with him."
'I did it to save you,' she thought. 'I couldn't bear to see you kill him.'
"However, if you are going to live here, I do have one request of you."
"What's that?" she asked, her voice quiet.
He took a deep breath and took her hand. "I cannot allow you to sing Christine."
"But Raoul, I love to sing! You know that more than anyone!" Christine protested.
"I know Christine, I know. But we can't have 'him' come back and find you. I will not allow that to happen. Will you do this one thing for me Christine, please?"
She nodded. "For you Raoul."
He smiled. "Good. Now that we've got that settled, I would like you to meet some of the staff."
Raoul pulled on a rope that was next to the doorway. Then, he led her over to a nearby chair and helped Christine sit down. A few moments later, another door opened and a group of people came into the room.
There were about five of them in the group, all various ages and heights. Raoul pointed to the first person, a young man about 19. "Christine, this is Shawn. He works out in the stables and does all the handy work about the estate."
Shawn bowed and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you mam'selle."
"This is William. He is my personal servant," Raoul said, motioning to an older man, around 30 years old.
"It's good to have you here," William said, bowing.
"This is Jean Paul, he's our cook. He can make anything you want Christine."
Jean Paul nodded. "If you ever want anything mam'selle, just let me know."
"I will remember that," Christine replied.
"And finally, we have Anne and Elizabeth," Raoul said, pointing to two girls, both about 20 years old, one with curly blonde hair and the other with straight brown hair. "They will be your personal maids. They will also help you adjust to the life of a Vicomtesse."
"It's a pleasure mam'selle," Anne said, curtsying.
"Now, Christine, why don't you let Anne and Elizabeth take you upstairs and draw you a bath. I know that you must be chilled and wanting to warm up a little," Raoul said, helping her stand.
"I am a little cold," Christine replied. "A hot bath sounds nice."
"Good! Then it's settled! Would you two please escort her upstairs to her room and have a hot bath drawn for her?"
"Of course Vicomte. Right away," Elizabeth replied. Then she turned and left the room.
"I'm afraid I do not know the way," Christine said.
"That's alright mam'selle. I'll take you to your room," Anne said, holding open the door for Christine.
"The rest of you are dismissed. Return to your duties," Raoul said, waving his hand.
Shawn, William and Jean Paul bowed, and left the room.
Slowly, Christine climbed the staircase and followed Anne down the hall until they reached a set of massive double doors.
"After you," Anne said, opening the doors and standing back so Christine could enter.
She walked in and gasped. The room was huge. A big, queen-sized bed stood in the center of the room. A mahogany wardrobe was against one wall. Against another wall, was a huge vanity table, rimmed in gold.
"Do you like the room mam'selle?" Anne asked.
"It's beautiful."
Elizabeth entered the room from a door in one corner. "Your bath is ready. Come, let us help you out of that gown."
Christine nodded and turned around so that Elizabeth and Anne could unlace her corset.
"I suppose we will have to dispose of this gown. It's dirty and tattered," Anne said, after slipping the beautiful gown over Christine's head.
"No!" Christine cried out. "Please don't throw it away. I would like to keep it."
"But mam'selle..." Anne said.
"No buts, please, put it in the wardrobe, and don't tell the Vicomte."
Elizabeth nodded. "Of course. Anything you say."
Christine watched as Anne hung the beautiful white dress up in the wardrobe off to one side.
"Are you ready for your bath?" Elizabeth asked.
She nodded. "Yes, I am."
Christine followed Elizabeth into the bathroom. "When you're finished, ring the bell and we'll come to help you dress for bed."
"Thank you for all your help," Christine said.
Elizabeth curtsied and left the room.
Slipping out of her dressing gown, Christine stuck her hand in the water, testing it. Then, she climbed into the tub and slid down so that only her head was sticking out of the water.
"This feels good," she whispered.
Christine let herself soak in the tub for a few minutes before she took the scrub and started to wash her body. As she washed her left arm, she looked down at her hand, to her ring finger.
'I miss him so much! I hope that I've made the right choice,' she thought to herself.
Her thoughts took over and she finally let the tears fall. What was he doing now? Was he even still alive?
"How could I have done this to him?" she cried.
Okay, there is chapter one. I hope that you guys like this story. The idea to write a prequel came to me last week but I wanted to formulate a plot line in my head before I wrote the first chapter. Hope you like it! Please read and review!
I remain your obedient author,
Phantomfan1911