A/N I want to thank all the people who have read my story and reviewed. It is a brand new story for me, and I am so eager to read what you have to say about it. I had a few grammatical errors in the first chapter, but I believe I have fixed those. If there is a problem with my using third person I am sorry because I sometime accidentally switch to first person. That is my fault and I tried really hard to make sure I fix all my errors but I am only human.

Well here you go, enjoy and please review.

Ch. 2

The sight of Christine had almost caused Erik's blood to run cold. She looked even more beautiful than Erik had remembered her to be. Her chocolate curls and bright blue eyes danced as she sang the notes. He was pleased to see that she had not ceased her vocal training.

Erik, in all honesty, had never expected to see Christine again. He had assumed her to be happily married with a child or two. This was not happening; she could not be standing before him auditioning for his opera. After all the things he had done to rid her from his mind.

What was she doing here?

When we say good bye

Remember me one in a while

Please promise me you'll try

"Erik." Nadir's voice said, cutting through Erik's thoughts.

"Clark, where did you find her?" Erik asked, his eyes never once leaving Christine's form.

"Wonderful heh, I knew you'd like her." Clark responded proudly.

"Damn it Clark, where the hell did you find her." Erik roared as he grabbed Clark by his collar bringing his face millimeters apart from his own. He was in no mood to be provoked.

"At one of the whorehouses. A bordello, surely you know what that is. She was singing and I told her about the opera. She is fantastic, right Erik?" Clark responded, fear growing at the sight of Erik's temper. In all the years Clark had been friends with Erik, he had never once seen his friend like such.

"Erik." Nadir called out again. Nadir felt like his worst nightmare was coming true. This young woman had broken Erik's heart and it nearly killed him. He was absolutely certain that Erik would not survive her again.

Erik released Clark and fell back into his seat. His angel, his beautiful angel from Heaven had sold herself to filthy, needing men. He looked back up to see her still singing. Now, she was just as guilty of debauchery.

She was now too a fallen angel.

Erik almost laughed at the irony. He had at one time been Christine's poor, pitiful Erik. Her fallen angel. Suddenly Erik saw red. He got up and made his way up to the stage, his rage blinding him. Erik was also amazed that she continued to sing, she must have been zoned out to not have noticed him attack Clark like he had.

He grabbed her by her wrist once he had made his way to her and began to drag her back stage. He was too upset to think clearly. He didn't even notice her starting to scream at him in French.

"Excuse me Monsieur, but let me go this instant. I demand that you let me go." Christine screeched at the top of her lungs as she tried in vain to pry his hand from her writs.

Once Erik was sure that Nadir and Clark could not see them he turned to face Christine.

"Christine, shut up." Erik hissed at her.

When she realized who she was facing she went deathly pale. Her eyes practically bulged out of their sockets, but not from fear, it seemed she was surprised to be standing before her former angel.

"Erik." Her voice squeaked out.

"Do you know any other man that wears a mask?" Erik spit out sarcastically as he gave acknowledgment to the white leather that rested on his face.

"What in God's good name are you doing here?" She asked him frantically.

"Why my dear, sweet Madam de Changy, I believe that you are auditioning for a spot in my opera house. It is mine. I suppose this is indeed a small world." Erik told her, a wicked smile playing across his face.

The mention of the de Changy name made Christine shoot daggers at him. "Never call me Madam de Changy. I am Christine Daae." She cried out.

For some reason, Erik regretted being so childish about her marriage. He had no right to mock her. Then it dawned on him, maybe she refused to go by that name because she had never acquired it.

"Were you ever called that." He asked her, his voice turning into a soft caress.

The look of shame and pain splashed all over her face. "No Erik, I never married Raoul." She told him, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Oh." Was all he could say.

"I am guessing that that makes you happy." Christine blurted out; Erik could see that she was relieving a moment she would have rather not. But her words had pushed a button.

"I wont lie to you and say that I wanted you to go off and marry the Vicomte, but do not act as though your lack of a marriage is my fault. I let you go; I let you go and wished you a life of happiness. But I am guessing that you did not get that, Clark did find you in a bordello. I thought that I had taught you better than that." Erik replied, his anger slowly rising.

"My life is none of your business, Erik." Christine snapped.

He knew that she was right. He had not seen her beautiful face in over five years, but he could not help himself. He would always care for her.

"Well, you life maybe a mess, but at least you have kept your voice flawless. I am surprised you have not disposed of it, like how you disposed of your shame, dignity, and propriety." He retorted, his words meaning to hurt her.

"You are one to talk Erik." She replied back with equal fervor. "Where were your shame, dignity, and propriety five years ago?" She asked, her word also meaning to hurt.

"Excuse us." Nadir's voice said, causing their heads to turn to look at him.

His expression was one of uneasiness and questioning. He was completely stunned that Christine had reappeared back in Erik's life. He, like Erik, had never expected to see her again. Erik turned back to Christine.

Her face was nothing but confident. Erik knew one thing was certain; she had defiantly grown up in the last five years.

"We are done here." Erik's voice rang out, showing no room for objection. "Mademoiselle Daae, if you are indeed interested in attaining a spot here in my opera then the spot for Prima Donna is yours. You voice is exceptional, your teacher must have been quiet a genius to pass such genius on to you." Erik said, trying so very hard to make Christine squirm. He had remembered her to be the frail childish girl of the past; he did not know how to handle the confident woman in front of him.

At hearing Erik's word, Christine smiled. "He was a genius, that is certain, but he lacked a bit of common sense. You understand what I am saying Monsieur Destler, do you not? Well never mind, I will accept the offer of being your Prima Donna." Christine responded, reviling in her triumph against Erik. He had upset her in these last few minuets, it made her feel fantastic to see his face go red from both embarrassment and anger.

Nadir couldn't help but chuckle at Christine's words. He knew Erik and knew that no one would dare say a thing so insulting about Erik and not receive some sort of punishment. No one except for Christine. He was fairly certain that she could say what ever she wished to and Erik would never reprimand her for it.

"Now, Monsieur Clark, if you will kindly show me to my new dressing room, I would greatly appreciate it." Christine finished as she turned to face Erik. "Gloating is not such a genius thing to do, is it not?" She whispered into his ear.

Erik could only watch her as she began to walk away silently form him. Then he remembered something.

"Christine, wait." He called out to her. He walked up to her and brought his face down close to hers. "Are you ever going to tell me about the bordello?" he asked her, his eyes showing genuine concern now.

Her eyes immediately lined with tears and she ever so gently raised her hand up to caress the unmasked side of his face.

"No." She whispered.

With that, she turned and walked away.