Hey soo I'm going to start a new story soon[; actually I will have the first chapter up tomorrow or next monday lol . It's going to be great. Warning my readers that I have about I think 6-8 more chapters left on this story :'( . Review guysss!

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The joy and warmth in Christine's eyes was unmistakable as she heard her old teacher sigh her name in the Opera House. Even fifty feet above where Christine was, Eleana could see the owner of the Opera House's face light up in glee.

"Here you are before me, watching me sing from above as the Angel of Music...just as two years past...it's like nothings changed." Christine said, starring at her teacher remembering that a lot in fact had changed. Christine was going to be a mother for one, and the young girl taking her spotlight was now the Phantom's new obsession.

"Your talent to sing, Christine may I say is better than ever."

"I learned from the best." the young women said, giving the Opera Ghost a shy smile.

The Phantom and Christine starred at each other for some time, both unsure what to say or what was supposed to happen next. Were the two distant souls destined to be with one another once again? Were they to act like that night had never happened and restore the beauty and compassion they had for one anothers talent to sing to the heavens? Erik's mind was blank, to no avail he tried to think of something else instead of the women on the stage below him. Thinking of Eleana did not work either, he would picture Eleana in his mind and her features would turn into Christine's. Flashbacks of precious moments the sorphano singer and the Phantom of the Opera once shared began to race within his mind, reminding him how true and dearly Christine really meant to him.

"Come down, and let us talk to one another properly." Christine gestured.

Erik jumped off the box seat onto the stage with much ease. Once his feet were planted firmly on the stage, he walked closer to Christine, growing more nervous by the step.

Silently, the Opera Ghost observed his once past love's features. Her hair was pulled up, giving her a more mature persona . Her porcelain skin seemed to be a shade whiter than normal, something that often happened when she was in the presence of her Angel. The viscountess's eyes were the same chocolate brown shade, but looked tired...tired and unhappy. Did she regret the life she chose? She looked so happy with Raoul before she knew of Erik was inside her Opera House.

Christine gave Erik, the only thing that remained unchanged, a heartwarming smile when Erik sighed at the sight of his former student. The smile which used to make the Phantom's heart beat, his spirit soar, and make Erik believe their was hope for him in this world.

"Angel, what has possessed you to come here before me today? Two years went by and not once did I hear off your name nor did you show of any sign of existence. I thought that my Angel of Music was gone forever."

The Phantom took a step closer to Christine, not knowing where to start.

"Christine, I came to you today to ask of you something." Erik said, remembering why he came here in the first place.

The women pondered about his choice of words. She recalled that night he sang to her in his Don Juan Triumphant before she unmasked him: 'Christine...that's all I ask of you...'

Was the Opera Ghost here to reclaim their love? Would she be able to be with the man she should of chosen that night? Christine waited for the Phantom to go on before assuming any farther.

"Christine...I love-

"I love you my Angel." Christine admitted.

"-Eleana..." Erik finished his sentence and gave Christine a look of confusion, unsure if his mind was making this up, "You...what?"

"Angel, the minute I left your lair that night, I knew I made the biggest mistake of my life. I was ignorant, and only thinking of myself... never once stopping to think how badly me leaving would hurt you. Raoul loved me, that is for sure, but what I failed to realize was that I did not feel the same way. The love I felt for you was...like nothing I have never felt towards someone else before. I miss you my Angel, and my heart longs to be with you once again."

Overwhelmed by her words, Erik backed up a few steps, trying to decipher her words piece by piece.

"I loved you Christine." The Opera Ghost said now remembering how foolish the viper had been. She only pulled on his heartstrings by her talent to sing, not for the person she was...unlike Eleana.

"But not anymore..." The viscountess whispered, not wanting to believe the Phantom moved on, and she had not.

"Christine, you were everything for me. I worshiped you, my life revolved around you instead of my music; a rare circumstance," Christine could feel the 'but' coming, "but, things have changed, you are a married women now and my heart belongs to someone else."

Erik waited for the women to process this in her head as she kept her eyes locked onto his, shaking her head with with tear filled eyes.

"That women has stolen my spotlight from me and now you. What can she possibly have that I don't? Is it her looks? Her voice? She doesn't love you Angel, at least not like I do."

"That's right Mademoiselle, she does not love me at all like you do. She loves me for who I am Christine, much unlike you. She loves the man under the mask...you love the Angel of Music when I am no more than the Angel of Darkness. I gave you so many chances to be mine Christine when I believed that you were the only soul out their to make me feel wanted, and you denied each one of them."

"Angel you're confused...you love me I know you do, you just need to hear me sing and it will remind you."

The women was in pure denial, not believing that the man that would once do anything for her to be his, was moved on.

Erik shook his head, not knowing how to get this through her head in the kindest way. But, the Phantom knew if the women began to sing she would put Erik in a trance, much like he did to her when he first brought Christine to his lair.

"Christine, singing will not help anything."

"Past the thought of "if" or "when"

no use resisting abandon thought and let the dream descend

What raging fire shall flood the soul?

What rich desire unlocks it's door?

What sweet seduction lies before us?"

"Christine please-" the old Opera Ghost tried to plead her to stop.

Hearing Christine sing the Phantom's lines in his own Don Juan Triumphant was hard to resist. The song was meant to be seductive...Christine knew it would be a soft spot to him. Erik tried to keep his mind off the women's rich and heavenly voice...resisting to not sing along with her again was a struggle as well. The women began to close in on Erik, each step getting closer and closer to him.

"Past the point of no return

the final threshold

what warm unspoken secrets will we learn?

Beyond the point of no return."

"This is unnecessary, stop-" Erik was once again caught off by the women's singing.

"In sleep you sang to me...

In dreams you came

That voice which calls to me and speaks my name

and do I dream again, for now I find

The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind..."

The hypnotizing tone in the women's voice forced Erik to forget everything, and only see his once love. Erik saw Christine begin to lean in, standing on her tippie toes, for a kiss. The Phantom tried to move, he tried to muster all power inside him to scream 'stop', but the women began to produce a series of high notes like he did in the gondola to his lair, hitting each one better than the last. How could he escape...the voice was so rich and mind-boggling.

Before Erik knew it...the viscountess was kissing her Angel passionately, and little did he realize he was kissing back. Her singing had come to an end, and the Phantom seized this opportunity to pull away.

"STOP! Christine are you mad! How dare you try and seduce me! Why Christine! Why?" Erik took heavy breaths with fury, trying to calm himself before doing anything irrational.

Christine's eyes watered up with tears as Erik turned away from her, putting his hand out to make sure she didn't come near to see the old Opera Ghost cry in confusion.

"I didn't...I thought Angel-"

"Erik...my name is Erik. Do not call me your Angel, I am no Angel of yours...not anymore."

Once he pulled himself together, the Opera Ghost turned around to find a tear trickling down Christine's porcelain cheek, starring at Erik heartbroken as ever.

"Erik, I thought you would still love me after all this time..."

"You thought wrong."

"I don't understand." Christine said shaking her head in utter confusion.

"You once told me Christine, that god gave you courage to show me that I am not alone. And with the kiss you gave me that night, my first kiss or embrace with anyone, you proved to me that it was possible for someone to love me. Even though I wanted it more than anything for you to be the women to love me, I knew you weren't. My heart belongs to someone else now, and so does yours Christine."

The women nodded in agreement as she began to see things more clearly. She had been foolish...always wanting what she can't have. With the baby on the way she could not leave Raoul, her true love.

"Eleana...I she the one?"

Erik nodded and looked up to lay eyes on his true angel in the box seat above, to find no one there.

"Eleana?" Erik whispered.

"What is it?" Christine said as she observed the Phantom's worried looks.

"Eleana she's gone. She was right there waiting for me. Eleana!"

Erik looked all around the Opera and back stage for her. The Opera Ghost worried...did Charles return and steal his angel once more? Growing more anxious now, the Phantom screamed her name.

"Eleana!"

There was no response after the last echo of the Phantom's angel filled the Opera House.

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