A Month Later

Christine's POV

I woke up and felt a tear fall from my eye. I looked around and sat up. I placed my head in my hands and heard a knock at the door. "Christine, you haven't been out of bed for weeks." Erik called to me.

"I know." I said as he opened the door. I frowned and laid back down. "What do you want?" I asked dryly.

"You need to eat, here." He said handing me a bowl of soup.

"I don't want to eat." He put the bowl on by bedside table.

"This is the first time Emily has been well enough to cook. Please it would make her happy." I sighed and sat up again.

"Fine." I said grabbing the bowl. He smiled.

"Good morning." Emily said walking into the room.

"Good morning. How are you feeling?" I asked before scooping the vegetable soup into my mouth.

"Good." She smiled and turned to Erik.

"You shouldn't be up for too long. You should go lay down." He said as he stood. She gave him a childish smile.

"Carry me?" She asked as she held her arms out for him. He scooped her up bridal style. "Wait," she said before they got out the door. "Christine my friend is coming to visit today." Erik groaned and Emily looked at him sternly. "It wasn't just his fault." She scolded him.

His eyes filled with guilt and she kissed his cheek. "Anyways, would you like to meet him Christine?" I nodded and put the empty bowl on my bedside table.

"Who is he?" She looked at Erik then at me.

"His name is Philipe he and his father live several miles from town. He is also a Viscount." I smiled and held in a giggle.

"You know too many Viscounts." She smiled.

"Your right." She giggled back. Erik turned and took her to her room. I sighed and got out of bed to get ready.

Two Hours later

Emily's POV

I lay down and took a nap. When I woke up I went down stairs and looked into the parlor.

"So he is a Viscount?" Christine asked Erik.

"Yes, he and Emily were friends before she met Raoul." He spit his name out like it was poison.

"Is he nice?" Erik paused.

"Well," I rolled my eyes. "He seems to have a good friendship with Emily. Other than him trying to kill me and the fact that he stabbed my fiancé, he's a nice man." Christine giggled.

"Maybe we should keep you two away from swords for now." Erik smiled and let out a smiled chuckle. "Erik, would you please sing something?" He looked at her surprised for a moment.

"I-I," He stuttered unsure of what to do.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I haven't heard from you, I mean," She paused to collect her thoughts. "Since Emily started disappearing, I hadn't heard from you in so long. It made me a little sad I thought I did something to displease my angel."

Her angel wasn't an angel. She knows this why does she want him to sing? "Well, I'm sorry." Erik apologized and looked at his feet. "I shouldn't have completely abandoned you. But I had Emily, and you were engaged to the Viscount at the time."

I walked into the parlor and Erik turned to me. "Emily. You're awake, Mon Cherie." He threw his voice to whisper into my ear.

"Erik what are you doing?" I giggled.

"Nothing my love." His voice whispered in my other ear. He stood and smiled. I walked to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Did you sleep well?" I nodded and he kissed my head. "Well your friend will be here soon."

Christine stood and went to walk out of the parlor when there was a knock at the door. "Speak of the devil." She said. I giggled and walked to the door.

"I'll stay here." Erik called. Christine followed me and I opened the door.

"Emily." He said and hugged me.

"Hello Philipe." I said and turned to Christine.

Christine's POV

Emily opened the door and I looked outside. I was stunned, I could barely move. This man was so handsome. He was even more handsome than Raoul. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes much like mine.

"Emily." He said and hugged her. I could tell they were good friends. This young man was absolutely stunning. He was well dressed and he happily greeted Emily.

"Hello Philipe." Emily said and turned around looking at me. I was still frozen in place and my cheeks flushed when he spoke. "This is Christine Daae, Christine this is Philipe de Garnier." He smiled.

"Hello Mademoiselle." I smiled and tried to hide my flushed cheeks.

"Hello Monsieur de Garnier." He smiled and kissed my hand.

"Please call me Philipe." I nodded and corrected myself. "Philipe."