Happy New Year my dear readers! It's 2011 lets make this year a good one[:

Anyone miss Erik? I sure do lol. Don't worry you all Erik lovers will love the next chapters coming ! Stick around, keep reading, this is only the beginning !

My new years resolution : To finish writing my baby and get at least 100 reviews

Enjoy

-Maddie


By for o'clock, Eleana was dressed in a rather extravagant dress, not to her liking. She had her blonde wavy hair pulled up, with many hair accessories in the shape of flowers assorted throughout. She could not remember the last time she dressed so done up. She felt like she was back in her old shoes, always going out to places with Charles to meet his business workers and tagging along in places he'd been invited to go.

Eleana, against her will made her way down the spiral staircase, ignoring Charles remarks of how beautiful she looked. She could not help but wonder what it would be like to have Erik compliment her on her beauty and escort her to a wonderful evening out in Paris. Oh, how did she miss Erik; his crooked smile, his intoxicating smell, his contagious laughter, and the wonders of his music.

She snapped back into reality once Charles began to help her into the carriage. Eleana did not acknowledge anything Charles said, she only starred out into the carriage window for what felt like days as they strolled throughout the streets of Paris. All she could think about was Erik. How heartbroken she had made him...never were her intentions to hurt Erik. Eleana was barely capable of not shedding a tear when the carriage drove by the Opera Populaire; her makeshift home with the once known Phantom of the Opera.

After another fifteen minutes or so of driving, the carriage came to a stop. Eleana took in surroundings to find citizens of Paris arriving to the same destination left and right. All of which were dressed up for a fancy occasion.

"Where are we?" Eleana asked before she knew what she was doing.

"We are at the Grand opening of the Musique Ange Opera House." Charles replied.

Eleana's heart cried at the name of the Opera House, Music's Angel. No place, let alone no one, was worth such a name besides Erik, the true Angle of Music.

"We must hurry or we are going to be late. I rented a box seat for just the two of us. It was a small fortune, but it is my treat for you my love."

The sound of someone else calling Eleana 'my love' stung just as equally as the slap on the face Charles had given her, which had left a not so noticeable red mark on her face.

They entered the Opera House of which was no comparison to Erik's once stable Opera Populiare. There were only three theatres inside, and none of which contained a chandelier. Eleana wondered if this was because some people still were afraid of her once Opera Ghost.

Charles and Eleana reached the box seat, and was handed their playbills by their usher. To her surprise, they were seeing Mozart. Eleana would not lie, she was excited to discover they were attending such a extravagant play, one of her favorites.

As the lights grew dim, she could her the music below start up. Her eyes wandered around the theater. Their was not one empty seat in the room, a full house, except for the box directly across from there's.

Just as the curtains began to rise for the first act, Eleana could of sworn her eyes caught a swift glimpse of a white all too familiar object in what she believed was an empty box seat. Was her minds playing tricks on her now?

Her train of thought was cut once she heard the angelic voice of a soprano singer on the stage began to sing. Eleana was not sure where she heard this voice from before, but knew this was not the first time she had heard this women sing. Without much thought, Eleana opened her playbill to the cast section.

Main Role . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Viscountess Christine de Changy

Charles smiled as he noticed she had come to the realization that the one and only Christine Daae was singing before them. He knew how much Eleana loved the women's talent and thought perhaps that if Eleana would hear this women sing, it would remind her of the love Charles and Eleana once shared.

Trying her best not to get too distracted, Eleana brought her attention back to the box seat across from them to find it empty.

After the triumphant performance of Mozart, Eleana and Charles departed from their box shortly after the curtain call. Once they reached the first floor of the Opera House, Charles ran into one of his business partners who was with his wife. Charles politely introduced her to his coworker and began talking about financial details that Eleana could care less about. Never one to like being around so many people in one room, Eleana reached down to pull her fan out of her handbag, to find her handbag not there.

Eleana tapped Charles shoulder to get his attention.

"I left my handbag up in the box."

Charles did a loud fake laugh, as if he was trying to be someone he wasn't in front of someone he worked with. "You haven't changed have you?"

No but you have, Eleana thought.

"Always leaving your belongings everywhere you go. Hurry up and get it," Charles said looking down at his pocket watch, "we have dinner reservations in twenty minutes with someone I'd like you to meet dearly."

Not really caring what Charles had in store for her next, taking her time, Eleana returned to the box they were previously in. She spot her handbag immediately but was surprised to find it accompanied with an envelope in top of it, sealed with a dark bloody skull.

Eleana's heart began to beat so fast to where she thought it might jump out of her chest. With a shaky hand, Eleana retrieved the letter already knowing who it was from and opened it without a second thought.

Ms. Rochette,

Meet me at the top of the Opera House, alone.

-O.G.

Eleana looked down from the railing of the box to her relief to find Charles still chatting away with his coworker. Taking this as her chance to escape, Eleana nearly ran to the staircase leading to the top of the Opera House.

As she took her steps onto the roof top of the Musique Ange, a shiver was sent down her spine, but not from the chill pf the early December night air, but from the familiar voice she loved whispering her name.