SURPRISEEEE! NEW CHAPTER! Wooooo! I'm sure you're so excited(: Hahaha well, here we go! What will happen?! Oh and there's one little piece of humor in this chapter. Hahaha I wanted to be a little happy. For the most part, this chapter is kinda sad. Oh, and it talks about heaven and hell alot. So, it's kinda a T rating for this one. Anyway! Enjoy! Xxx -Ann

Darkness. Darkness was the only thing Christine saw. She continued to float down to the bottom of the sea. If anyone saw what she looked like, they would be stunned. She looked beautiful. Christine was always a pretty woman, but she looked like an angel. Her entire body and mind were at peace. Her eyes were closed, and her hair was floating around her. Christine felt free. She was happy to die. She had heard stories of people killing themselves but she never understood why they would want to. Now, as her life was falling apart she began to understand. She began to rethink things. Could she be overreacting? Only a few things had gone wrong! Right?

The questions began to run through Christine's mind. She began to recall all the bad things that she had done in her life. She forgot about the tiny mistakes she made and began to think more and more about the things she did that hurt other people. She needed more reasons to leave this place. She remembered the time she had once told her father that she didn't need him. He left for a week. By the time he returned, she regretted every second. Finally, she thought about the Opera Populaire, the place where her world seemingly fell apart around her.

She eventually made the choice that would seemingly ruin her life. The man who was seemingly "perfect", ended up being a drunken bastard. Christine lived for 10 years, constantly wondering what would have happened if she had instead chosen Erik that night. Carrying and raising his child only made her continue the questions. She regretted shunning Erik, and she also regretted shunning Raoul. Even though he was evil sometimes, she had loved him since her childhood. They grew up together, and she had hurt him. Erik gave her a priceless gift, and she had hurt him. Christine no longer cared that she was going to die. She was happy with it. Maybe now, she could find some happiness.

Christine suddenly heard a voice. She opened her eyes, startled. The salty water burned but she didn't care. She was going to die anyway, right? She gained control of herself and began to look around. She didn't know what exactly she was looking for, but she knew, somehow, that she needed to find it. Looking all around the darkness, she saw nothing. Again, she heard a voice, a man's voice.

"Lotte?"

She knew that it wasn't Raoul; she would be in hell if it was Raoul, and she could tell that it wasn't Erik. The voice seemed old. Tired, and a little worn. Yet, the voice was soothing and familiar. She heard a violin. It was the most beautiful music that she had ever heard. She knew the song. It was a lullaby her father used to hum while doing tasks. The voice returned.

"Christine, I love you."

Christine felt herself being pulled out of the water.

"No, no, NO!" She screamed under the water but no one heard her. She didn't know where she was, but the location was perfect. It was warm, and bright. You couldn't help but feel completely relaxed. An older man in night clothing approached her. For some reason, she thought that he looked the slightest bit like her. Why did he look like her?

"Hello, my darling. I've missed you."

Christine instantly recognized him.

Papa.

Her father! Her late father was standing in front of her with open arms. She crashed into her father. Tears poured down her face. She tried to talk but her sobs cut her off. The man pulled her away gently. Looking into her eyes, they regained the connection that only a father and daughter could have.

"My dear, I have continued to watch you these past years. I am so proud of the woman you have become." Gustave Daaé began to cry. "I only wish that I could meet my grandson. Oh, he seems like a wonderful boy, talented, and beautiful just like his beautiful mother!"

Christine began to weep even harder. This time, with tears of joy. She was at peace. Finally in her life, she was at peace. She loved being with Erik, and she did relax, but ever since her father's death. Christine was never the same. She could never let go fully. She could never live her life exactly the way she wanted to. No longer did she have to worry. She had her father. Forever. To her, that seemed so much better than a forever on the terrible place that was her world.

She looked up to her father. He was always so much taller. She noticed he had a puzzled look on his face. He began to shake his head.

"Christine.. I'm sorry. I have seen my friends, and our family, arrive at their final destination. They are all so ready. They have lived their lives, done all they can in the world. Lotte, I cannot wait to see you again someday, but for now, you need to go back."

Christine was confused, more confused than she was before her death. Was she dead? Why did she need to go back? Where was she going?

"Papa, why?!"

"I will see you again Lotte. I will see you soon."

Christine felt herself falling, falling rapidly. She felt like she was falling through the heavens. She was falling through the heavens. She screamed her father's name on the way down. Where was she going now? Christine once again felt herself being pulled. So much pulling, and forcing. She felt a cold powder on her arms and legs. Warm hand began shaking her.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" She tried to scream. No sound came out. She could not see anything. Where was she? Suddenly, her eyes flew open. Her chest lifted rapidly, causing her to choke. She continued choking into the sand. She looked up, and with the little vision she had, she was able to make out a masked figure.

Erik.

She scrambled away frantically. Christine tried to get up, and run, but she was to weak. She fell right back onto the sand, and continued her scrambling away from Erik.

"ANGEL! You're okay!" Erik scooped up Christine and crashed her lips to hers. She didn't want to kiss him. He took her from the best moment of her life. She freed her hands and punched Erik square in the stomach. His abs were hard, so she also hurt her hand. Much in the same way she did on the closing night at Phantasma, Christine began screaming at Erik.

"I SAW MY FATHER ERIK! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN NEARLY 30 YEARS I SAW MY FATHER!" Tears began to pour down her face once more. "YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME, YOU BASTARD! For once Erik, I was happy! Do you understand that! I saw him! I was at peace! I-I-I-"

Christine fell into a heap in Erik's lap. He felt him stroke her hair. She was always comforted by his touch, but today, it did absolutely nothing to calm Christine's rage. They sat together, holding each other. Not moving for anything. People began to wake up, and the morning walkers began to stroll by. They didn't notice Erik's mask. Even if they said something, neither Erik nor Christine would say something, which is rare. As Christine sobbed, Erik squeezed her tighter and tighter. No matter what he did, his poor angel continued to almost regret his decision.

He could never go through life without Christine, and he was not about to let her go now, but he couldn't stand to see her in such turmoil. For once in a long time, Erik questioned whether or not, he was safe for Christine. He could never even imagine of laying a single finger on her to cause her pain or God help him "punish her". Erik simply wondered. The questions raced through his mind. He finally landed on one question. One question seemed to appear quite often however. Heaven is a wonderful place. She could be with everyone she loved. Did she love Erik? Christine told him, herself, that she wanted to spend forever with him.

Erik had done such wrongs in the past. He had never thought of a heaven. If it was real, which it seemed to be as of current events, he surely didn't deserve to go. He would go to hell, if there was a hell. Erik wondered if Christine knew that. He wondered if she thought about not being able to see him after the grave. If she did though, why would she want to be without him? Did she not love him? All they had been. All they could be in the future. Is there a future for them? It was a thought that chilled Erik to his bones. He was still holding Christine. The sun had risen, and Gustave was sure to be getting up soon. The maids would take care of him, but they needed to return home soon. Christine's tears had nearly dried, but her trembling was gone. She brought her head up carefully, and looked into Erik's eyes.

Her normal bluish gray eyes were bloodshot from a mixture of salt water, and tears. She had to clear her throat a couple of times before she could finally speak.

"Erik? I want to go home.."

AAAAWWWW! Kinda sad, yet kinda happy! As always, I LOVE reading reviews! I leave for camp on the 17th and school starts back on the 20th, so I'm not sure when the next update will be.. But yeah! Thank you all so much for your continuous reading and reviews! I truly appreciate every single last one of you! 3 Xxx -Ann