"Wow, that's amazing!" I said as the dressmakers showed me the wedding dress, it was a corset dress.

"We thought you would like it, we just hope your groom will be able to pay for it, it would be a shame." Said the woman who had took my measurements. I beamed.

"Erik will love it." I told them. "We know." They replied gently.

"Thank you, I love the dress, I need to go." I smiled and left, Erik was waiting outside in the carriage.

"Do you like the dress?" He asked as he helped me in the carriage.

"Its beautiful." I told him as he sat down.

"Perfect, let's go home." He said, looking around nervously. I gazed at him, then turned my attention to the surrounding woods. The ride home was silent, I sighed and watched my fiancé drive the horse through the woods. I was silent though.

When we got home, something seemed disturbed, like someone was there, it felt eerie.

"Erik, do you feel that?" I asked him.

"Feel what?" He asked, gazing at me. I looked to our home.

"Like, someone's here." I told him, gazing at him, he thought about it and looked toward the mansion.

"Not really." He said. I huffed, and took Erik's hand as I stepped out of the carriage. I looked to the mansion again. Erik unlocked the door and let me in before putting the horses away. I went to my room and took off my shoes and sat on the bed, I felt tired, but I was too on end to nap. I heard a single note being played on the piano in the parlor, none followed, Erik usually played an entire song when he played the piano, someone was in our home. I scowled and went towards the parlor. I stopped short as I saw who it was, a woman with chocolate curls, she had her back turned to me.

"Excuse me?" I called, crossing the parlor, the woman jumped, turning around, she had large coffee brown eyes, everything about this woman was beautiful, and I knew exactly who she was.

"Jaclyn?" She said, her soprano voice was full of shock.

"Christine, something I can help you with?" I asked her, fighting back my urge to slap her and cuss her out.

"I-I was looking for the Phantom, what are you doing here?" She replied.

"I live here, with the Phantom." I told the her.

"What! Why haven't you tried to escape?" She asked. I grew angry. "And make the same stupid mistake you did?" I hissed.

"Why did you come here, and why are you looking for my fiancé?" I hissed.

"What?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yes Christine, I picked up the broken pieces of the 'Phantom's' heart and put them back together." I said with an evil tone, I never did like Christine, I hoped she would be different from the book, only the appearance changed, I was disappointed.

"Jaclyn, what has he done to you?" She asked, whimpering.

"Who, the Phantom," I laughed a little. "Nothing, I've been like this for years, I was only hiding the beast within so I would qualify for a ballerina at the Opera Populaire." My voice grew darker with every word. I felt a hand pulled me away from Christine.

"Calm down Jaclyn." Erik told me, I glared at the stupid teen. "Jaclyn, go to your room, please, let me talk with Christine alone." I nodded and went to me room.

Erik

Jaclyn went to her room, I turned to the petrified Christine, her eyes were wide and she was trembling.

"What, happened to her?" She muttered.

"Nothing, she was always like that." I told her. "She was, dark." Christine murmured.

"I can see that, what are you here for?" I asked her.

"Raoul's gone missing. I thought you could help, or even took him" She replied shakily.

"No, I have no clue where your husband is at, I'm sorry Christine." I told her softly. Tears made her eyes shine sadly. I couldn't help but pull the child into an embrace. She accepted the comfort.

"Why did he just leave me?" She cried. What do I tell her, my fiancée killed him, I couldn't do that, but she had to know.

"I'm sorry Christine." I said sympathetically

"There isn't any chance you'd have me back, is there." She muttered. I shook my head.

"I can't do that either." I told her. I released her and stepped back. "I'm sorry." I could feel Jaclyn angry gaze at Christine, I heaved a sigh.

"Angel, will you help me?" She asked, sounding as she did when she was a young naïve child.

"I am not you're angel, my name is Erik. But I'll try to help you, I'll do anything in my power." I told her.

"C-could I stay here, for awhile?" She asked.

"You have a home, I don't think Jaclyn would enjoy having you around, I hate to say it, but she doesn't like you." I told her.

"Please, Erik, maybe she'll realize I don't mean any harm." Yes, you didn't mean any harm when you were running around with Raoul at the Populaire, now did you, but still, harm was done. I sighed heavily.

"I suppose, for a little while." I told her.

"Thank you, Erik!" She gushed.