Hey everyone thanks for the reviews and as an extra treat I'm updating twice in the same day because I'm going away for the day tomorrow and won't have a computer with me to update. So sorry about that but I gots to have some fun sometime and since it's almost October my haunted hayride outings will begin. What can I say? I live in Pennsylvania and there are so many haunted attractions to go to and so little time. I will be going to NY to see Phantom of the Opera on Broadway on December 31st of this year so I'm counting down to that. I'm pretty sure it will be just as awesome as the night I met Crispin Glover. Anyway enough about my life story, just enjoy the chapter and I shall be updating again as soon as possible.

Once Christine made it back to the kitchen area of Erik's lair she spotted Clorinda still sitting with her head down as she played with her plate of vegetables. Christine put Erik's plate down in anger and stood with her arms crossed in front of her daughter.

"Young Lady you either finish your supper or go to bed right this instant."

Clorinda pushed the plate away and looked over at the Erik's full plate.

"Monsieur Kire didn't finish his dinner Mother."

"Monsieur Kire is sick so he has the choice to eat or not."

"Food makes you feel better."

"If Monsieur Kire doesn't want to eat then he doesn't have to eat. Off to bed with you this instant."

Clorinda got to her feet and walked over to her bed and began to change into her night gown. Afterwards, she crawled into bed and waited for Christine to come tuck her in. Christine cleaned the dishes up and walked over to Clorinda's bed and tucked the small girl into bed.

"Mother can you please tell me something."

"Anything Clorinda."

"Is Monsieur Kire going to be ok? Tell me the truth Mother."

Christine looked over at Erik's chambers and then back at her daughter.

"He is going to be fine sweetheart, Monsieur Kire just needs all the rest he can get."

"Mother, you never told me how you met Monsieur Kire."

"I thought I did Clorinda."

"No, you never did."

"It's a boring story, you don't want to hear it."

"Yes I do, please Mother, tell me please!"

"If you promise to go right to sleep after wards."

"Of course."

Christine sat at her daughter's side and smiled.

"It was a very long time ago when I was not much older than you."

20 years ago……

Christine Daae sat beside the bed of her dying father Gustav Daae. Beside Christine was Madam Giry who was looking away and not at Christine who was crying over her father's body. Gustav smiled at his daughter and wiped her tears away with his cold pale hand.

"Don't cry little Lottie, things are going to get better I promise you."

"No, things haven't been the same since Mother died and without you with me they never will be."

"Oh Christine they shall be better."

"You lie Father."

Gustav pulled his daughter close to him and hugged her as if it were the last hug he was ever going to give her.

"When I'm in heaven child I shall send you the angel of music. He shall watch over you until the day you die, this I promise you."

"The angel of music?"

"Yes the angel of music, I promise you shall see."

"Why can't you stay with me Father? I don't want an angel watching over me please I beg you."

"Little Lottie, god works in mysterious ways my child. I love you Christine and I always will."

With that Gustav closed his eyes and took his last breath in front of his daughter. Christine began to cry and hugged her father with all her strength.

"I love you too father. Little Lottie thought of everything and nothing."

It was at that moment that Madam Giry turned around and took Christine by the hand.

"Come Christine, let us step into your future."

Christine took one last look at her father and wiped her eyes before walking with Madam Giry.

"Where are we going Madam Giry?"

"Your father has arranged for you to dance and live with the other ballerinas in the Opera House."

"I'm scared Madam."

"Don't worry child, I shall take great care of you and I'm sure you will love my daughter Meg. She is about your age too I'm sure you two will be bonding in no time."

Once they got to the opera house, Christine looked up at the building in horror. It was beginning to rain causing the night sky to become a thick fog. Madam Giry led Christine down to the chapel of the building as Christine followed in confusion.

"What are we doing down here?"

"I have made you something."

Madam Giry led Christine to a bunch of candle sticks where her father's picture was set up behind one.

"When ever you miss your father you are welcomed to come down here and light a candle in his remembrance. You are free to go where ever you like in the opera house, anywhere but the basement catacombs."

"Why?"

"Because they are dangerous my dear child. Now come, let me show you to your bed."

Christine followed Madam Giry to a room full of girls her age. They were stretching and brushing their hair in the mirrors as one annoying child tried to stand in the back and sing. As soon as Madam Giry entered the room the girls got quiet and looked over at her.

"This is Christine Daae, she will be living here with you so I suggest you treat her like any other girl in this room. Good night girls."

Once Madam Giry left the room, a small blonde haired girl approached Christine.

"Hello, I'm Meg."

Christine shook the girls hand and smiled.

"Your mother told me about you."

"Yes she has been bragging about you all week, come I'll show you to your bed."

Once Christine sat down on her new bed Meg had a seat with her.

"it's not much but it's home."

"It will do I guess."

"So has my mother told you the rules?"

"Yes, I have to stay out of the catacombs."

"Exactly."

"Why Meg?"

"because the Phantom of the Opera lives there. He'll kill anything that steps foot into his home. He controls the opera house and demands twenty thousand franks a month from Monsieur La Farve."

"And he actually gets paid?"

"Yes or he kills someone."

"So why don't the police go after him? What does he look like?"

"No one has ever seen him, who ever sees him dies. All we know is that he is a very young man in his twenties who hides his face. It's better to obey his demands."

Later on that night, Christine awoke and walked out of the room with a candle to light her way down the dark hallways. When she reached the chapel she knelt at her father's candle and lit it. Afterwards she began to pray and could help but break down in tears.

"Oh Father, I can't do this I can't live without you here with me."

She then wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her nightgown and looked at her father's picture and began to sing.

"Wishing you were somehow here again, wishing you were somehow near.

Sometimes it seems if I just dreamed somehow you would be here. Wishing I could

Hear your voice again knowing that I never would. Dreaming of you wont help me

Do all that you dreamed I could."

At that moment she was cut off by the soothing voice of an un seen man.

"You seem to be interested in music I see."

Christine looked around trying to see where the voice was coming from but didn't see a thing.

"Who are you? Where are you?"

"You have a good voice but if you truly want to succeed in singing it needs to be trained."

"Show yourself, I demand you!"

"I am a spirit and nothing more."

"What? Spirit? Like an angel?"

"Yes, think of me as your angel, you're angel of music."

Christine turned away and began to cry again.

"No, I will not have an angel watching over me! I want my father back do you hear me! My father and not you!"

"I know nothing of your father child but I have an interest in your voice. This Opera House has many great jobs for ballerinas and composers but the greatest job is being the Diva. You have the potential but you need the training and I would like to be the one to teach you."

"Why? What do you want from me in return?"

"All I ask of you is for you to love me in return and obey my demands."

"Do you really think that I could be an opera star?"

"Absolutely, so do we have a deal?"

"Okay I guess."

"So child, what is your name?"

"Christine Daae, and yours?"

"You shall call me "Angel" and nothing else. You also must promise me that you shall never tell a single soul about me or your lessons or else I shall go away and never be able to speak to you again."

"Why?"

"Because I only serve you and no one but you must know about me."

"I promise angel."

"So for the gift of my music you must promise to love no one but me in return."

"I Promise angel."

"I shall be around you all the time even when you can't see me, you shall hear me. My promise is to watch after you and train you to be the best Opera Diva that ever lived."

"Yes Angel."

Present………….

Clorinda smiled, and watched as Christine tucked her in one last time.

"He did make you into the best Opera Diva that ever lived."

"Yes Clorinda he did."

"But you didn't keep your promise to him."

"What?"

"You loved Raoul, you were only supposed to love him."

"That's another story for another time Clorinda. He let me go once he saw that I had feelings for Raoul. He set me free from his promises."

"Will you ever sing again Mother?"

"Goodnight sweetheart."

"Good night Mother."

After blowing out the candle, Christine walked over to Erik's bed chambers and crawled in bed with him. Christine ran her fingers through his blonde strands and kissed his distorted skin.

"I'm sorry Erik, I broke my promise to you and I'm sorry. If I hadn't loved Raoul this would have never happened and you wouldn't be on your death bed right now."

At that moment Erik opened his eyes and touched her warm face before passing out once more and falling back into a sleep full of agony. Christine began to cry and wanted nothing more then for Erik to be ok once more. All she could wonder at that moment was if he would live till morning.

"Erik?"

Erik opened his eyes once more and weakly looked at Christine.

"Wh..wh..what Christine?"

"I'm sorry."

"Ab….about what?"

"for breaking my promise to you. If I wouldn't have loved Raoul none of this would have happened."

"It's…ok I…..I…Lo..love you."

Christine kissed him on the cheek, and began to cry.

"Promise me something Erik."

"Wh..What?"

"promise me that you will still be with me in the morning."

"I'm….holding….on as much…..as I can."

"Don't talk like that Erik."

"I'm…I'm in so much agony."

Christine kissed Erik one last time and lied beside him.

"Keep holding on Erik, you'll get through this."

"Sing…sing to me angel."

"What song?"

"An..anything."

"Only if you sing with me."

"I'll try…."

Christine wrapped her arms around him and tried not to sob.

" Say you love me
every
waking moment,
turn my head
with talk of summertime . . .
Say you need me
with you,
now and always . . .
promise me that all
you say is true -
that's all I ask
of you . . ."

Erik began to sing in a low agonizing voice as Christine kept wrapping her arms around him.

"Let me be
your shelter,
let me
be your light.
You're safe:
No-one will find you
your fears are
far behind …..."

It was at that moment Christine realized that Erik was in too much pain to sing so began to take over for him.

"Anywhere you go,
let me go too -
Erik that's all I ask of you . . ."

Christine then kissed Erik goodnight and snuggled up against him.

"Sleep well my angel of music."

More to come soon! R&R