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Raul POV

I ran my fingers through my flowing chestnut hair while looking in the bathroom mirror. I looked good. Somehow even better than normal, was that even possible? The girls at the opera house are going to fall at my feet any chance they get.

"Are you ready yet little brother? The carriage is waiting for us outside."

"Yes. I'm coming Philippe."

I was feeling confident about going to the opera house. Who wouldn't look up to a new patron, that had more money than most and who was rather, handsome?

"Come on Raoul. If we are late what will that say to the managers? "

"I'm right behind you. " I was rather annoyed at him, he couldn't boss me any longer, I was an adult, and not the foolish young boy I once was.

Once we were both in the carriage that had began to move, Philippe broke the sound of trotting hoof steps and began to speak.

"I think this will be a good experience for us both Raoul. It would give you an opportunity to take in the fine arts and meet new people. I think I can speak for us both about how busy we have been with father's affairs and need a break with the outside world."

"Yes." I didn't say anything else; my thoughts were too occupied with all the girls I would meet at the opera. I've been getting tired of my brother being the one with the steady company of a girl and the positive attention he got from it with all of Paris. I would no longer be regarded as the "man who cannot make up his mind" and would quit "playing with young ladies hearts." No I'm over my experienced past and was determined to find a girl more beautiful than the rest to claim as my own for a very long time.

When the horses came to a stop I climbed out of the carriage and walked up the steps to the Opera Populaire not waiting for my brother.

"Ah, you both must be the new Patrons; we are much honored to be blessed with such support from you both…Monsieur Raoul, and Monsieur Philippe?" said a tall gray-haired man.

"Yes. Thank you. " Philippe replied for us both.

We finally walked into the large room where we were supposed to eat breakfast in with the cast and the two managers of the place introduced us. I let my brother do the talking of our money plans and such because I was busy looking around the room at the beautiful girls. One girl in particular caught my eye though. She had long brown curly hair with a very slimming light blue dress on. She looked familiar, I was sure that I knew her and could taste her name on the tip of my tongue.

Then images of beaches and violins came to my head. Christine! It was Christine! Her father gave me violin lessons as a young boy; she and I were childhood friends. Oh, and how she has grown up. She looked stunning. The way her dress hugged her small curvy features and framed her smooth skin captured my attention. When I had known her she was always enchanting but not ever like this.

"Come on Raoul we are going to be sitting with Carlotta and the managers now over here."

My eyes stayed on Christine as we walked to our seat and didn't leave her as I picked at my food. Carlotta made many attempts to flirt with me by reaching over me and making touch contact when she could. Wasn't she tooken? I didn't care. None of my attention was paid to her, how could it be when someone like Christine was in the room?

I felt longing come over me that turned into desire. I kept my napkin in my lap to hide any trace of it even when I was finished eating.

I saw Christine get up to leave eventually and knew I had to get her in my grasp before she escaped the room. She wouldn't resist talking to me or any offer I put in front of her. I was too good for that.

"Excuse me mademoiselle, I am truly sorry if you are in a rush and I am delaying you but this whole morning I couldn't help but notice how familiar you looked. Your name doesn't happen to be Christine Daae does it?" Her hair brushed across her shoulders as she turned her head to look at me.

She sounded rather rushed until I mentioned the beach and her father. Then I was met with a warm embrace. I would have thought it bold of her, but who was I to complain when a gorgeous girl was in my arms? And so soon! She found me handsome, her face said it all.

At the news of her father's death I was sad for her, but found it awkward between us to speak much about it since we had drifted apart over the years.

"If you're not busy, did you want to take a walk with me to catch up on years that have passed?" I said while extending my arm trying to persuade her to say yes.

Before I knew it I found myself walking the streets of Paris with a beautiful girl at my side. I felt a little sympathy for those who were not blessed with looks like mine; it must be terrible being lonely and not being able to get a girl in a matter of minutes.

"So Christine tell me how you ended up here. Is it not fate that our paths met up today?"

"Um well Madam Giry brought me here after my father's death." She seemed a little uncomfortable at the subject so I let it go. I noticed her thumb fidgeting a rhythmic pace on my arm she was folded in.

It seemed like my charm had run out. The whole walk was so silent and ungainly. I searched my throat for words to say but I couldn't find any. The situation was not reflecting old times when we would both speak of anything we knew, even secrets.

"Are you thirsty Christine? Could I buy you a drink?"

"I don't wish to be a burden. I think I will pass."

"Well you are not a burden if I insist. Come on, I know a great place where you can get a quick drink."

I brought her to a fancy little shop that served fruit drinks depending on the season. When she walked in her eyes widened. I had impressed her and was satisfied with that.

Once we had our drinks we sat down at a table and began to talk. The conversation didn't last long though before she spoke up with closing words.

"Raoul, the morning is getting old and I should be getting back to Meg. She is probably looking for me. Will you please escort me back?"

"Sure, let's go." I stood up and once again extended my arm out to her. I was a little disappointed at the start of the walk with how things were going but I think she really did enjoy the drinks we shared.

Erik POV

The fop's social skills and charm was failing him. Christine was obviously not interested in being in his company during their walk. She looked like her mind was occupied with something else, something that she appeared anxious to attend to. I wondered what held her attention for so long and was automatically jealous of whatever it was.

I tried not to think about it though. It was almost six and I was trying to focus on my plans for Christine. She should be here any moment. I went over my made up script in my head as I heard the wooden door be pushed open. My mood perked up when I saw her bewitching face.

"Angel, was yesterday only a dream or do I really get to hear you sing again?"

A shiver went up and down my spine at her words. She wanted to hear me? And she deemed yesterday a dream? A small smile made its way across my face causing my mask to slightly rise as I began my response.

"My child, I have been expecting you." I watched her eyes look all around the room and she smiled.

"Tell me Angel, did you visit my father before when he was alive?"

"Yes. He is very talented at the violin" It scared me how easy it was to lie to her face but it was all part of my plan.

"I knew it." She said lightly her voice dancing across the stone walls.

"Christine, I have prepared a song for you to sing. I shall begin to sing it, just jump in when you feel you are ready and I will listen."

"Yes Angel." Her delicate voice pulled at my heart. When I sang I noticed her eyes close and her body relax. She looked like she was in a land full of happy dreams. Once she joined in my stomach tingled and caused an emotion in me that went through my music. Our voices fit together very well and I was lost in the song for many minutes until we slowly stopped at the same time.

"Angel, I do not wish to pry but that voice must belong to a beautiful face. Please may I see you when we sing?" The irony in her words stabbed me in the heart. I found myself falling into her pleading blue eyes soul first and accepted. What was I doing!? This would ruin everything!

"My child, come closer to the Altar and look with loving eyes without judgment."

OOOOOOH DUN DUN DUNNNNN! Thanks for reading! I promise I won't leave ya hanging too long! I'm kind of in suspense myself because I need to think about what will happen next :p and sorry there is no Christine POV, I just thought we needed to change things up :) well Please review! And thanks again!