So I'm SOOOOOOOOO sorry for not updating! My computer broke and it took the place we brought it to a while to fix it…

Also we are planning on getting a new one so there will probably be another short period of time when I won't update but I'm not sure when and I'll try to warn you. Plus I'm trying to give Christine a bit more of a backbone..I'm not quit there yet but I hope that you might could see some progress with that? Anyways thanks so much if you haven't given up on me and are reading this, it means a lot! One more thing, I'm really thankful for judybear236 for helping me out with proofreading, she has been very patient and taught me lots! I really love her for that!

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Christine POV

My eyes slowly opened and I sat up in bed causing the warm covers to slide down to my lap. I blinked my eyes trying to regain clear vision when all I saw was pitch black. I sat there a moment, my mind blank as I tried to recall where I was at.

A smile then shot across my face as I recalled walking with an angel down many long passage ways to an underground home where I received my own room!

I felt tingles crawl around in my tummy at the thought of where I was.

I lay back down in the soft bed and pulled a cocoon of covers over me and reveled in the warmth.

It must have been the middle of the night, however I felt as though I had slept for a year and I was no longer tired.

I closed my eyes very tight in a pitiful attempt to fall asleep and make morning come faster so I could hear an angel's voice again. But I couldn't.

My brain kept wondering back to the memories of yesterday and how I longed to see the angel again.

Then my eyes opened when I recalled what he had said last night. "I will be in the living room if you need me..." I pushed the covers off my body and pressed my bare feet to the wooden floor next to my bed. The soles of my feet stung and missed the warmth of my bed. But I didn't care; I was going to try and see my angel. I quickly slipped my blue dress back over my undergarments and then continued the path to leave the room.

I made my way to the door of my new bedroom and groped for the handle. Once I found the cold brass between my hands I slowly turned it, not wanting to make too much noise and break the silence of the night.

When I pulled the door opened and poked my head through I saw many candles lit.

"Good, you're up. I was just about to go wake you. "The smooth voice of my angel startled me causing me to jump slightly. He was Just about to wake me? It was morning?

I said nothing in response. Instead I just opened the door all the way and slowly walked through.

"I have food for you, it's not much but it's all I could get you for this morning. I've been busy and found myself short on time when it came to providing you with food. I put it on the table."

I turned my eyes to a little pastry at the end of the table with a rose placed gently next to it. I languidly made my way to the table never taking my eyes off the angel.

I watched as he stared at my every move. But it made me feel safe; as if his eyes were a form of his protection.

I took a seat and picked a piece off the pastry with my fingers and began to eat. Swirls of taste filled my mouth. It was even better than the soup.

"I really like it." I couldn't find anything else to say, this very situation left me speechless.

"I'm glad. Now, in your new room if you look in the dresser you will find some dresses. You can't wear the same thing every day."

I felt my face light up, new dresses! I couldn't suppress my eagerness to see them. I finished my pastry in a rush and quickly walked to my room.

I opened the door of the dresser to find an array of colors, from bold blacks and blues to light pastels and pale colors. I reached for one with beads along the neckline that was a subtle purple color and extremely beautiful.

My smile never faded as I slid the material over my skin and delighted in its softness. Once it was finally on I spun a few circles admiring how the fabric lifted slightly with each turn.

I took a look in the mirror and pulled my mangled curls into a tamed braid. My fingers fumbled with every twist of hair they coaxed into place. I had not braided my hair in a while, buns were always more efficient at keeping my hair out of my face when roaming the streets of Paris with my father, trying to find work.

But I wished to do my hair today in an attempt at matching the dress' beauty. I also wanted to look pretty when I saw my Angel...why? Perhaps his heavenly background put me to shame and I felt the need to compensate...or did I want to impress him? No that wouldn't be right; he was an angel and I a girl. He probably even has a love in heaven; one more worthy of him than I.

I waltzed out of my room watching my dress flow at every step, my eyes looking down at the fabrics every movement.

I heard a small gasp causing my head to look up at my angel whose mouth was barely parted. I stopped in my place and watched as his eyes lingered on me for a moment before he spoke.

"Come Christine, we must return to the top now." He held out his arm while he said this in an invitation for me to grab it.

My stomach flipped at the thought of getting to make any type of touch contact with an angel. I grabbed it; again very slowly and softly in fear it would disappear.

The soft fabric of his coat ticked my skin and sent goose bumps down my body. I didn't want to go back. I wanted to sing with my angel down here.

Erik POV

I didn't close my eyes once that whole night. I was too mesmerized by the beauty of the angel lying in front of me, her rhythmic breathing a sweet melody in my ears.

Then I realized the dress she was in previously was on the floor in a crumpled pile next to the bed. She was sleeping in her chemise and pantaloons. I felt a hot blush spread across my cheeks and under my mask. I shouldn't be in here, she's not decent. I quickly and silently left the room before she might happen to see me and become disgusted at me.

After closing her bedroom door behind me I stood there for a moment staring into the flame of a candle. Then it came to me; Christine would need some dresses since she is staying with me tonight and...maybe, hopefully many more nights in the future.

I walked swiftly to my room and opened a trunk at the end of my bed. In the trunk were my mother's old gowns that I had come upon after her death. I didn't wish to see Christine in them and become tainted by the evilness they held but there was nothing else. Then I saw my mother's old sewing supplies. I looked at my pocket watch in my coat and came to the conclusion I had just enough to time for one dress. I immediately got busy creating a dress out of a pale purple material I thought would look ravishing on Christine. This and the other dresses would have to do until I could make more.

The next morning after rushing to make Christine some food I heard the door to her room open.

She didn't speak much; she didn't even say a word in reply when I mentioned the dresses to her. Perhaps she was disgusted with me and saw me in her room last night. I quietly cursed under my breath when she left to go find the dresses. How could I think bringing her here was a good idea?

I looked up when the door knob of Christine's room clicked and I watched the door slowly open. I felt my heart stop for what felt like hours. The square neckline framed her shoulders perfectly and her braided hair was simple yet very elegant. I was worried if my thoughts were evident on my face because Christine held a look of confusion when her eyes met mine. I quickly regained my composure and thought of words to pull from my throat.

"Come Christine, we must return to the top now." I didn't want to return her. I wanted to trap her down here forever but how could I suppress such a gift from the world? A gift I didn't even deserve to look at.

As we made our way to the top with her arm wrapped around mine I was conscious of every move I made. I paid close attention to my movements, this angel walking with me was high above me in grace and I didn't wish to embarrass myself with a small trip or awkward movement; especially not when I was supposed to be an angel to her. I had to live up to it.

After walking for a few minutes I could see some light seeping in from the entrance of the wall to the chapel. It was dimmed considering it was still early morning but it was still much brighter than the darkness that caressed me in my underground passages.

We stopped in front of the secret door that held the disguise of a wall and I released my arm from Christine's in a casual motion.

"Here you are Madam, back at the chapel. Don't let anyone, not even your blonde friend know about anything at all that hast to do with me."

"Yes Angel." There was an awkward pause after that and we both stood there staring at each other. I could see sorrow return to her eyes that was no longer there last night. How I wished I could steal that burden away from her and keep it from taunting her ever again.

As I began to open the door and release Christine out In to the world again she spoke up in a soft tone; almost a whisper that caused my ears to fall in a trance at her every word.

"Angel...the dresses were all so beautiful. And my room was beyond marvelous. Thank you for everything." I could see a pale pink spread itself across Christine's cheeks as she said this. Her words were enticing and left my skin tingling as if they surrounded me and pulled me into her gaze as she spoke. I felt speechless and said the only thing I could remember that would be said in a situation like this one.

"You are welcome my child." Should I have said more? I wouldn't have been able to even if I wanted to. My brain was still resonating in shock...she thanked me. Never had I ever been thanked; and for the words to come from lips as admirable as these!

Madam Giry POV

The girls were obviously not very excepting of Christine. I would see them pass her in the halls and make faces at her. I could also hear them giggle and spread rumors about her back stage. I felt sympathy for Christine but I knew that no matter how many times I would punish the girls or call them out on their rude behavior they would never fully settle. Christine would have to earn their respect; just as I had to do when I was younger.

I thought in order to help her accomplish a better image I would work with her myself before rehearsals start back up in two days. It wouldn't be much time but I could help her with the basics so she wouldn't make an absolute fool of herself. Then I could keep working with her on the dances so she would be able to perform with the girls and make some money.

I quietly stepped into the room where the young ballerinas slept and walked over to where Christine's bed was. Her bed was made; it looked as if nobody had slept in it. I figured perhaps, she took some more time to herself; just as I had done at her age when my parents died.

I turned around and started to leave the room when I heard a quiet click of a door knob and looked over to see Christine walk through the door. The dress she was wearing was very beautiful, I knew Meg had given her some things but I didn't recognize the dress. I concluded I was just getting older and had too much in my mind with a new dancer and lots to prepare for the managers.

Christine stopped just inside the door and looked at me in shock. Did she think I would punish her for her leaving early to contemplate thoughts?

"Christine" I whispered.

"Come with me" I put my hand on her upper back and guided her out the door.

"I-I'm sorry. I...I was just taking a quick walk arou-" Christine stammered as she spoke this but I interrupted her.

"That is not something you need to be worried about my dear. I actually came to get you; I thought we could work on some ballet before rehearsals in a couple of days."

Christine's worried expressions made their way into a warm smile as I said this.

"Oh, really?! That sounds great!" but then her smile faded just as quickly as it had appeared and she began to speak again.

"Madam Giry, I do not wish to take up your time. I can manage, really."I wouldn't let her give up some of the only help she was receiving in this place and made a command she would have to obey.

"Christine, I only do with my important time what is absolutely worthy and in need of it. Now come. We have lots of work to do."

"Oh thank you so much!" Christine blushed and started twisting a small portion of her dress in her fingers as we began to walk to the costume department to find her something more suitable to dance in, then to the stage where we would work.

Christine was very talented. We managed to get through lots considering her ability to learn quickly and pay attention to every detail I criticized. I felt no regret in bringing her here. She would fit right in the dances and she was very kind. Something about this girl pulled me in and made me want to get to know her. She was easy to talk to and something about the energy that surrounded her was different, very intriguing and spoke many wordless stories; stories of sadness, hope and happiness all together. Perhaps this intimidated the other girls and filled them with the need to be above her by treating her cruelly.

When I was done working with Christine we began walking at a relaxed pace away from the stage with no destination in mind; just walking.

"Christine you did very well. I suspect you will fit right in."

"Thank you, your words are so kind. And I hope you know how grateful I am to be considered worth your time. I'm so blessed you took me in." Christine's words seemed less shy than they had been a few days ago when she first walked through the opera house doors.

"I know you will accomplish nothing but greatness my dear." Christine smiled and our walk was silent until Meg was seen rushing to our sides from all the way down the hallway.

"Good morning Christine!" I see you have been dancing. How did it go?"

"I enjoyed it, though it is rather difficult." Christine's smile still remained on her pink lips.

"She did very well. She should be able to keep up with everyone very soon; she learns quickly." I jumped in wanting to give Christine more credit than she was giving herself.

"Oh how wonderful! I can't wait to be dancing side by side with you Christine!" Meg bounced a little with excitement as she spoke.

"Me too." Christine's voice was calm and smooth but filled with genuine eagerness.

"So are you hungry? I was thinking that just you and I could go to this little bakery down the street from the opera house as sisters and maybe bond a little!" As Meg said this Christine's eyes filled immediately with joy and she replied in a slightly more enthusiastic tone.

"That is a great idea Meg! Just let me get changed and we shall go!" On that note the girls sped off, skipping down hallways arm in arm, giggling and sharing thoughts.

It was then when I knew for sure Christine belonged here and I was determined to help her through any troubles she would have. It just felt right watching her and my daughter act as best friends even though they've only known each other for a few days. They both needed each other and I hoped that Christine would soon be loved by everyone here. I could tell already her confidence was building and I only wished great things for her future.

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