A/N: Get ready guys... i don't own any phantom, but if I did...let me just tell you... lol

Christine

Sitting on her bed that night, Christine had her sketchbook out and was rigorously working on a face that she couldn't place. She had been working on this for a few weeks now, trying to put the pieces of her dreams together. She would have dreams that were all so different with the Man with no Face, but they would also fit perfectly. It was like different lives almost. At first they would be somewhere underground and she would sing for him and then she would perform on stage for him. She thought that she had been watching "The Phantom of the Opera" too much and that's why she kept dreaming of those things, but then he would take her hand and transport her to another place. The other place had lavish parties, but at the same time they lived during War Time. There was danger all around, but the Man with no Face would always protect her. At the end, she would always die in this war and the last thing she would see was his deep blue eyes before she would wake up.

It was the same most nights; she would relive her death over and over again and wake up in the morning with a cold sweat. Something in her subconscious was trying to tell her something so she started drawing out her dreams to see if there were any clues in them. So far she things the dream of London could have been a past life regression, but then why was the Man there? He couldn't have been someone in her past as well, could he?

Interrupting her thoughts, she heard a rock click against her bedroom window.

"What the hell," Christine mumbled, as she quickly closed her sketchbook.

She went to the window and saw a small black book lying on her sill. She looked to her left and her right and saw no one there; it was completely silent.

Taking the book and closing the window, Christine went to her bed and got under the covers. There was nothing special about outside of the book only that it was faded black leather that had seen better days. Opening the book, Christine noticed a note fall out of the front page. Weirdly enough, Christine wasn't afraid. She opened the note and stared at the words long and hard.

"To help you"

That was all it said. No name, no nothing.

She opened the book and noticed that this was a diary. The front page was missing however, so she had no idea who it belonged to.

December 22, 1941

Dear Diary,

He visited me again today and I had to tell him to go. Grandfather would be so upset if I saw another. Jonathan has been meaning to ask me something and I know what the question will be. I don't want to marry him, but I must if I am to keep the two families together. Jonathan and I have been a match since we were babes so I am not able to go back on that. However, I do not love him.

Erik had to be my only salvation to everything. I want to run to him and leave this place forever. I knew I loved him and that we were soul mates. I just know if John found out, he would kill me. He wanted me and would do anything. Oh if only I could be with Erik and stare into his deep blue eyes all day, I knew that it was all I needed to be happy…

Christine gasped and stopped reading. "Deep, blue eyes," Christine said out loud. She couldn't believe it. Someone knew about her dreams but the only person that knew was Meg, but she would never pull a prank like this.

Christine turned to the middle of the diary to see if she could find any names.

August 19, 1942

Dear Diary,

I am so sorry I haven't written to you in over a month, so much has happened that I had no time to sit and write. I have agreed to marry Erik instead of Jonathan. I couldn't do it, diary. I couldn't marry that evil man. I know that he loved me and he said he would do anything to make me happy, but I just couldn't. I am writing in you from my wedding dressing room for we are marrying today. We ran to a nearby chapel and asked a preist to marry us. I am so happy to finally be able to be with him. I am so happy I finally remember our past life together as well, even though it ended in tragedy. I am happy I can finally give him the ending he deserves.

Diary, I must go! Erik advised that everything is ready now and we are able to be married. The next time you hear from me, I will be a married woman.

Christine was so relieved this woman was to be married that she had to read on to the next page to see how their honeymoon went. Unfortunately the writing was different and Christine knew that this was someone else writing in it.

August 25th1942

It's been a week since the tragedy. That bastard killed her. He killed the woman I had waited a lifetime for. How dare he. We were finally together, finally able to start our life together after years of torment. I finally got her to believe me, that we had a life before this one. That she and I were meant. I sit here at the foot of her coffin and about to lie next to her until I have my next life. I thought this was it, I thought this was going to be the chance I had to change everything. He killed her and now here I am, next to her dead body. I know that she is waiting for me in our next life, and I shall find her. I will stowe this diary in a safe place till I am reborn to start this all over again. This time I will show this diary to her and help her believe that what she sees is true. I am that Man with no Face; I am that man in her dreams and subconscious. She might know me as a different name now, but I will forever be her Erik and she will always be my Christine…"

Christine threw the diary at her wall and growled in frustration. No, this was some sort of trick, this wasn't real. Who is Erik? There was no Erik in her life that she knew. Could it have been Roman who was her new Erik and that is why he fought for her, but he didn't have those blue eyes. All of a sudden, it struck her.

Christine left her house at midnight, not caring at all that she was only in her Pj's and slippers, carrying the diary in her hand. She ran to the end of the block and came to the familiar maroon house she only ran out of a few hours earlier. Then she stopped. What if her hunch wasn't right, what if his name wasn't Erik. So many "what ifs" were running through her head that she had to squat down and beg them to stop. Finally, the questions stopped and she had to courage to walk up to the door and knock. She knew it was very late, but she had to know. She had to know if this diary came from him.

The door slowly opened and she saw Dr. Mulheim in a blue robe and his scars were blazing red.

"Mademoiselle Day," Dr. Mulheim huskily said.

"No." Christine said, then slammed the diary across his chest at the same time pushed him inside his house so she could go in and close the door.

"What is this?" Dr. Mulheim asked worriedly, "Mademoiselle Day, I do not think this is appropriate."

"No. Just stop, I know it was you." Christine's eyes burned with anger.

"Does you god mother know you are here?"

"Stop it! Just please," Christine begged, "Answer the question." She opened up to the last page of the diary, to Erik's entry.

"What is your name," Christine growled.

My dear, you know my name," Dr. Mulheim said, panic in his voice.

"What is your name!?" Christine asked again, her voice becoming louder.

"Madem…" Dr. Mulheim began.

"What the hell is your name!" Christine spat out.

There was a long pause.

"You know my name, Christine." Dr. Mulheim said, in a lower voice.

Christine looked down at the diary page and a single tear fell from her eyes.

"What is my name, Christine?" he asked her, strengthening his voice.

Christine looked up into those deep blue eyes. All of her questions have been answered right then and there. The dreams, the delusions, they were all real.

Christine sobbed and choked out one word, "Erik."

A/n: I was going to wait till this evening to post this, but omg I love this chapter so much! Oh btw, if you want to read this while listening to Assasin's Creed Revelations Theme, it would make it more epic. I was listening to it as I wrote this FYI. Anyways please please please review this one, I wanna know if you guys all loved it like I did, or if i'm delusional and this was horrible. Anyways, thanks guys so much for the support on this story! Love you all!