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This is version 2 and has all the spelling and grammer that i could find fixed, it wasn't till i re-read it once i had already posted it that i saw all the mistakes. I think that the changes happen as i save my files so bear with me please. Thanks.

Christine

I have a ring on a chain around my neck.

My engagement ring!

But I am jumping ahead again so I'll start were I left of last time.

After being whisked away from the roof by an overprotective Raoul, he escorted me to the chapel and left me after I reminded him that he was keeping his horses waiting.

I stood alone in the chapel hopping that my angel had heard me and that he would come to me.

It was not long after Raoul had left me before I felt strong arms close around my waist, I leaned against my Angels tall frame and was content.

Joy coursed through me as I listened to his next words.

"I love you to, my angel."

I turned in his arms and looked up at his face.

"You mean it." I mumbled slowly not knowing whether to believe him or not, after all he is a master musician that much I know. And what am I , just a chorus girl.

He smiled slowly at me before kissing me gently on the forehead.

"Yes, my love I mean it."

It has been nearly four months since he first revealed himself to me and I have never been happier.

After the opening of Ill Muto I was cast as the countess until it had run its course and Carlotta came back.

Everyone was sure that it had been the evil touch of the Opera Ghost that had sent Carlotta running from the stage and I myself was not entirely sure that my Angel had had nothing to do with Carlotta's condition. But I kept my suspicions to myself not wanting to jump to conclusions and we soon found out that Carlotta was ill in bed with a bad case of the flu. I can not deny that I breathed a sigh of relief once this became known but I was glad that I had not approached my angel about it.

Joseph had been given the job of cleaning out all of the old storage closets for his sins. It had turned out that he had been in one of the upper basements that had some of the old piping system leading to it from the auditorium, no one had been there for years so it had not been noticed how the sound travels clearly through the pipes to the theatre.

At the first opportunity I had I asked my Angel if he had a name, he told me it was Erik.

My lessons have continued as normal the only difference being that they no longer take place in the chapel, but by the underground lake. It is so peaceful under the opera. It is hard to find a silent place in the Opera House itself even the chapel can be invaded by the noises coming from the many corridors and halls. But by the lake there is nothing but silence.

Raoul continued to be attentive hardly letting me out of his sight despite my constant reassurance that I was perfectly safe. I thought to begin with that it was his overprotective nature coming to the front from when we had been children since as the older of the two of us he was always careful of me. But, it all came to a head a month after my performing in Ill Muto.

I was alone in the dormitories preparing for my lesson and day-dreaming – something that I had never before been guilty if doing until I met my Angel – I was humming the song that we were practising as I moved around my bed when I heard a cough behind me.

It was Raoul.

He moved over to me nervously and I panicked wondering what he had to say to me. He then began to pace in front of me as he counted of reasons for us to marry.

What!

Marriage!

I had no idea what to say or do, as he launched into his 'proposal' so I stood and listened. It sounded more like a business proposition than a marriage proposal. I did not even know where the idea of marrying me had came from. I am chorus girl and he is a member of the aristocracy.

So I told him, pointing out that his parents would hardly approve of his choice in bride – keeping it to myself that my heart was already taken.

He was very upset as I refused him as gently as I could, not wanting to hurt his feelings and he stormed from the room mumbling something under his breath.

I stood still feeling somewhat shocked at what I had just heard.

I should have been honoured that a gentleman of his position in society would want to wed me, for despite my sheltered life I am more than aware that he could have insulted me by asking me to be his mistress.

But what of my Angel, what of Erik.

I loved him and he loved me but marriage had never been mentioned between us...

I went to my lesson in a thoughtful mood as I carefully made my way through the passages until Erik met be halfway there. I could not help but be pulled from my thoughts when I saw him. I ran to him and threw my arms around him as I always do, still revelling in the idea of holding my Angel close to me.

The lesson went well, the silence of the underground caverns swallowing up the notes that I sang as I pushed the thought of Raoul to the back of my mind. I soon noticed though that Erik was not himself, he was on edge and seemed preoccupied.

I did not want to pry but his mood was to obvious to ignore so I finally gave in and asked him.

He looked up sharply from where he had been rearranging a pile of music for the umpteenth time and I went over and covered his hands with mine, stopping hims agitated movements.

He sighed heavily and took one of my hands in his raising it to his lips and kissing it.

I was puzzled. He still had not answered me.

He sat me on the bench in front of his organ and crouching beside me he took both my hands in his and began stroking them softly with his thumbs.

"Christine..." he trailed of glancing around the room as though looking for inspiration.

"Christine I ..." he trailed of again, I did not know what to do. What ever he was wanting to tell me he had to do it himself.

"Christine you know that I love you." I nodded my head dumbly as his eyes finally settled on mine, just where was this going.

"I will always love you and I want you to know that you can say no to this if you wish and it will not change my feelings for you and I will always be there for you no matter what."

I nodded my head again as I listened to his nervous speech.

Reaching into his jacket pocket he drew out something and my mind froze.

A ring.

He took in a deep shaky breath and I just sat there wide eyed.

"Christine Daae," he said softly "Will you make me the happiest man on earth and consent to be my wife?"

I launched myself at him, knocking him to the floor where I landed on top of him showering his face with kisses. His cheeks, his chin, his eyes, his lips anywhere that I could reach.

"Yes, yes, yes." I whispered repeatedly between kisses. He laughed heartily and his arms closed around me holding me close as his lips met mine.

I went about in a dream and with a smile on my face for weeks (no one knowing the reason for my happiness) with the ring kept close to my heart on a delicate chain that had been my mothers after we both agreed to keep it a secret for a while yet, after all who can be engaged to a ghost.

That was three months ago.

I can sometimes feel Raoul's eyes resting on be and it is as though a hole is being burned into my skin. Upon my refusal of his proposal he has stayed away from me, which I am glad of as his attentions were making me uncomfortable and the subject of gossip amongst the cast who were jumping to all sorts of conclusions about the two of us.

But even Raoul's constant staring can not dampen my happiness.

This was the most difficult chapter yet, I must have started and deleted it about six times (no joke).

Got a bit stuck on Erik's proposal but I wanted to make it clear just how much he does love her and wants to be in her life ever if she wasn't ready for that kind of commitment yet.

Just in case you are wondering about Christine not mentioning the mask, she is blinded by love so she has reached the stage were she hardly even notices it any more so I thought I had better explain that in case you thought I had forgotten.

Coming up is Erik's point of view and also the masked ball.

Hope this wasn't a disappointment.

Please let me know what you think.