A/N: I know it has been forever since i last updated but school has started and it is already a busy year. I will through be updateing the next to chapters soon. Chaper 11 in based off cinderella. its my favorite and i hope you guys will like it when i post it. anyway without further ado here is a healthy dose of angst.

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Christine went through the next two weeks as if living in a dream. She hadn't had any visits from her Angel and to cope with the pain of abandonment she engrossed herself in the arias and the opera written by Erik Gurriur. Her life was now her work.

She did miss her angel though and thought that perhaps he had come back when days ago she found a mans white evening glove in her hand when she awoke, but now she had come to terms with the fact that it was either a token from a fan or perhaps the parting gift from her angel.

She walked out of her dressing room holding her script humming the tune to herself as she made her way to the costume room to get fitted for the billowing green gown she was going to wear in the opening scene of the opera. She tapped the costume room door with her knuckles twice and then let herself in never taking her eyes from her script.

"What you weren't going to warn me who the hell ye were lassie?" said the loud voice of the costume mistress. The curvy Irish girl walked over to Christine and tugged and pulled at the dress she was wearing until she found herself half naked in the middle of the costume room surrounded by busy seamtresses. she blushed profusely and made a grab for her dress.

"No, no girlie I got to fit you for your dress. I can't very well do that with ye already wearing something now can I?" the costumer laughed to herself and walked over and to the rack of half finished costumes and yanked down a silk green dress full of pins. she walked back to Christine and pulled it over her head with no warning. She then began to hem and cut the dress to fit Christine's tiny frame.

Christine shrugged not used to the harsh manner of the Irish and went back staring at her script.

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Erik watched as they put his masterpiece together with a remarkable pace. He observed all of the technical work from the comfort of the shadows and the acting from the rafters. The scene shop had constructed a life like forest and castle for the two separate sets for the opera.

The costumers had made almost all of the costumes and were just doing finishing touches on some of the more elaborate pieces. Props were done and cataloging the pieces that were being used and the stage crew had already done two complete run-throughs with the actors in costume and everything had gone smoothly.

Everything was almost complete for tomorrow night. Erik sighed and leaned lazily on two ropes. The pieces were falling together, and after the winter gala for the closing of the season, he would be a legend.

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Raoul de Changy pulled his carriage in front of the Paris Opera house. He leapt from the carriage and waltzed up to the door with a bouquet of roses in tow.

He whistled to himself as he made his way towards the large stage Christine was practicing her blocking on. He watched her as she slowly and methodically went through every step while saying her lines to herself.

"Christine!" Raoul called out to her.

Christine stopped running through the play and looked up to see who had just called her name. It was Raoul. she tried to mask her disappointment and turned to him with a fake smile.

"Hello Monsieur," she replied curtly.

"Monsieur? What is with the cordiality? I'm Raoul Christine no need to put on the visage of propriety. we are friends!" He smiled and draped an arm around her shoulders in a more the friendly fashion and walked with her backstage.

"Yes, friends," she confirmed and walked slightly ahead of him allowing his arm to slip off of her shoulders."Is there something you needed Raoul? I am afraid I have a lot of work to do in preparation for tomorrow."

Raoul stared at her blankly and then shook away the sting of regection."Oh yes I was wondering if you would care to dine with me this evening." He said gaining cofidence with the proposol, most any girl would love to dine with the young viscount.

"I'm afraid that would be impossible. I have to much to practice tonight, thank you for your offer though." She spit out her reply quickly and turned on her heel and left the viscount in utter shock.

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Erik almost died from laughter. He watched from the shadows as the viscount asked for an audience with the beautiful diva, and she rejected him with no conviction.

But why?

The question stopped his laughter and echoed through his mind. He pondered over the idea that she may already have interests in someone else, jealously surged through him almost causing him to become ill. he turned abruptly and followed her. Upon reaching her he found her talking with the tiny Giry girl. he watched them from a dark shadow.

"Why did you turn him down Christine are you blind?" Meg asked looking at Christine like she was insane.

"No, its just I don't have feelings for him in that way." Christine said holding her script tightly against her chest.

"Well, is it because there is another?" Meg questioned.

Christine smiled slightly as she ran her index finger over the gold signature of Erik Gurriur on the leather cover of her script.

"Well, is there?" Meg pried.

"No, hem, no there is no other. I must go." Christine said and left the confused ballerina to ponder how sane her friend really was.

Erik followed her. He stalked her. He wanted her. And she wanted Erik, or his words. It didn't matter she was in love with what he said. If only she knew it was all for her. He watched her the rest of the day as she practiced her scales and she performed a flawless dress rehearsal.

He loved her, and she was going to meet Erik Gurriur at the seasons closing gala after the performance tomorrow.