ok in this one i added stuff that is not in the other chapters. just play along till i have the time to change the, merci? i won't be back till monday for a family vaca. (like i really want to spend time with ppl i live with. ugh.)

excuse the miss spelled words. im not the best. im only an 8th grader, after all......its kindof sad that i have a bigger imagination then my younger brother. yep. pretty much... sorry for my rambling, its time for you to read the story!!!!>>>> a.h. (-)-

high above, Erik, was chasing Jaques, a man who mocked him infront of ppl. he never meant to hurt him, jsut to scare him, and was astonished when the man tripped, caught his neck on a rope, and fell from the rafters, onto the stage below. his body low, and the whole audience could see it. Erik ran to cut the rope, but it was too late. he cut the rope anyways, and the mans lifeless body fell to the floor. he watched as the ppl screamed, and then looking up he saw he was eye level with the ViComte, who had watched the thing. Erik fled, knowing people would assume him the killer.

The Vicomte, however, rant find christine, thinking she was in danger. he forced her up the stairs, and onto the roof. "christine, you are in danger!" he cried, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her. she pulled away. "there is no danger, raoul." the young man, angry at her calmness, said "i watched a man kill someone with my bare hands! and you say there is no danger!" then, after a moment of silents, Raoul put two and two together. "thats where you went, isn't it!" dragging christine towards him. high above, a shadow had fallen on apollos lyre, and its listened to all that was said.

"what on earth are you talking about?" Christine cried, trying to push herself away from him, but he held close. "you were wit hthat wretched Phantom of the opera, weren't you?!? answer me!" he pushed her to the ground. "you will see that this thing is no more then a mad man with an obsession. wait and see." he turned to the view of Paris. christine, still on the ground, trembled. looking up, she saw the shadow cast over, and nodded her head towards it. seeing she had done this, it disapeared. Raoul turned back to her, his face filled with sympathy. "oh christine, why can't it be like it once was, where all we cared about were chocolates andsuch, and the dark stories of the north?" he came and sat down beside her.

"i don't know, dear friend, people change, and the rest, i don't know....." she leaned her head against him, like she used to. Thats when he saw the single, plain gold band on her finger. "what is this!" he cried, as he grabbed or her hand. "christine, realizing her mistake, wrenched her hand away. "it was a gift." she said, "if a man gives a woman a gift like that, he intends to marry her!" grabbing her hand back, he pulled the ring off of her finger in one swift motion. "raoul! if you ever want me to speak to you again, give it back!" he threw the ring up in the air, and caught it. "you shall belong to none, if you cannot belong to me.." with that said, he grabbed her aroun dthe waist and pulled her in, kissing her forcefully. shge tried to pull back, but he held her in.

right at that moment, Erik had returned, hoping Christine had been able to resolve the matter herself. seeing them kiss, he felt faint. he turned away, as not to see. what he didnot see was christine begging him to let her go, and give her the ring. fianlly, she fled. seeing that his job here, was, in a word, done, raoul laughed at the simple ring, and placed it on the ledge, before hurrying back inside. Erik, seeing that he was alone, swooped down, and grabbed the ring. the tears came to his eyes, but he whiped them off, and instead, went to his lair to mend his broken heart.

up above, Raoul had caught up with a crying christine. "you shall atend the Masked ball with me, christine." was all he said, before hurrying off. Christine entered her dressing room, locking the door. finally alone, she rushed to the bed and threw herself upon it, crying profusely. "angel!" she cried out. no answer. "Erik!!!" she cried, this time running to the mirror, and trying to open it. it was no use. she crumbled onto the ground, and curled up into a ball. Erik, who was behind the mirror, watched this all with sad eyes. finally, overcome with saddness, he slipped in, and took christine up in his arms. they lay there like that, with him cradling her, for what seemed like a millinia, before christine heard a knock on the door. "run!" she whispered, allowing him to kiss her before she pshed him into the mirror and he closed it. "christine! open up!" cried Meg, who was snet to fetch christine for the opera. Christine quickly dried her tears, before letting her friend in. "whats the matter?" cried Meg, when she saw Christines puffy eyes. "oh nothing," said christine in a low voice, telling meg to back off. they got her ready, to play the countess, in la carlottas stead, and the left the room.

Christine woke up confused. she remembered singing in the opera, and talking to meg, and then raoul. then, being taken away by a man, wearing a mask. recalling everything else, she sighed. she stopped to listen, thinking she heard music. she heard an organ playing, and she went out to see what is was. There he was again, sitting at the organ. He stopped for a moment, and looked back at her, before playing on. christine stepped closer, and closer, until she was right next to him. watching him, she had a sudden urge to see behind the mask. in one move, she quickly wrenched the white porcalin away, revealing burnt scarred, flesh. in the half a second that it happened, He stood up, and shoved her away. "Look! you wanted to see behind the mask, and this is the result!" hissed, taking her by the hair, and forcing her to look up at him. she cried out in pain, and he through her down again. "you wanted to see the voice's face! it was not enough, to hear!" Christine still crying, thrust his mask back to him, not want to look at him. he took it, and put it back on. staring down at her crumbled form, trembling from the force of his hit, he crumbled to the floor, tears streaming down. "now you shall never be free....." he whispered. she still lay there, turned away from him, trembling. "christine i love you..." he whispered. this time she turned, facing him. she had ceased crying, but fresh tears came as she put her hand to his cheek. "monsire, im so sorry....." her eyes told her she meant it. without saying a word, he got up, picked her up, and took her back to his bed. "rest," he finally said. "you will leave tomorrow." she started to protest, but he said "those fools who run my theater will be missing you....."

for indeed, right at that moment, a young man was throwing a fit in the managers office. "what do you mean, you can't find her?!? we all saw her enter her dressing room, didn't we? and nobdy has been out or in since then, so why can't you find her?!?!?!" Monsire Firmin sighed. "maybe, dear Vecomt., she does not wish to be found. in any case, we have searched her dressing room and questioned everyone. there is no answers. we are trying, dear Patron." Raoul got in his face. "i don't care! find her! or what you call the opera house will become what i call an orphanage!" with that, the young man left the room.

Christine, not at all tired, had time to think for a change. she knews this mans secret, his horrible secret. and yet, she did not hate him. she couldn't. everytime she heard his voice, her senses went awire. nothing mattered except his voice. if it told her to jump off a cliff, she probably would. she still did not know his name. christine finally fell asleep, but as soon as she closed her eyes, it seemed she had to open them again. Thw man was standing before her, fully dressed. "come, you must put on different clothes..." he handed her a dress of deep blue, and by christines careful eye, she could tell it must have cost a fortune. "i cannot except such a valuable gift;" she stated, but he put his finger to her lips, keeping her silent. he left the room for her to put it on. she came out, of the room, looking refreshed. the dress was becoming of her, and he admired it, shyly. beckoning her to the boat, he helped her onto it, before climbing on himself.

they made it all the way to the mirror before either one spoke again. just as he was helping her into her room, she asked "but, angel! i don't even know your name!" she stood outside the mirror, in her room. leaning towards her, he kissed her softly, then leaned back again, and before slamming the mirror shut, he said "Erik..."

right after he did so, the door opened, and Meg ran into her. "Christine? why?how?when?" Christine laughed. "oh meg, i just got here. but-" all the sudden, the poor girls face went white. meg took her friends arm. "Christine? what is the matter?" she helped her ill friend to bed, before running for her mother. she had not noticed the letter that Christine clutched but her mother did. slipping it out of her hands, she read it carefully, glancing up at christine now and then. she then told her her daughter to run to the managers, and inform them that christine had returned. Raoul had been in the office, growling to the managers again, when Meg burst in. "girl! can't you knock!" cried Andre. his face was flushed. but Meg didn't notice. "Christine is back!" she cried. "what?!" cried all the man at once, and began to ask questions. meg answered them all in one sentance. "no, she won't recieve visitors, shes sick, and no, she hasn't told us where she was, or why, and we found her in her dressing room, wearing a very, very nice dress...." two out of the three sighed with relief, but one was upset. "won't recieve visitors? and why don't you know wheres shes gone, and why?!" he voice rasied above normal pitch, and both managers thought he was about to yell at the girl. Meg answered. "she told mum herself. no visitors. and she said to tell especially the VeComte. De Changy. as for the other things, we found her in the middle of the dressing room, and nobody saw her enter. matter-o-fact, nobody knows shes here except you gentlemen, my mother, and I. and we would like to keep it that way for a day or two. ok?"Meg did not know it, but it was already known, by another, who listened through the wall, before vanishing into the dark....

chapter 1

The loud clapping filled the opera house as Christine Daee took a bow. roses fell all around her, and she smiled through tears. still smiling, she left the stage. people gathered around, praising her wonderful performance. she nodded her thanks, and quietly slipping away. gathering her gown up in her hands, she headed down the stairs at a quick pace, making sure no one followed. steping down from the last stair, she reached the small chapel. sitting on her knees, she lit a candle for her departed father. she could sense him, her angel of music, all around her. "bravo..bravo..." he whispered into her ear. right at that moment, she heard a different voice. "christine? are you down here?" sighing, she answered. "im here meg...." her friend appeared in a matter of seconds. "you did brilliant, tonight, Christine. you really very spectacular." she smiled. "thanks meg," she turned back to the candle. "Christine, i must ask you. latley, you have been acting the strangest. you stay in your dressing room all day and night, never coming out. and with your voice the way it is now, you couldn't have possible not have taken lessons." Christine turned to her troubled friend. "oh, but, Meg, i have. when i was small, and my father was still alive, he promised me an Angel. an angel of music. when i came here, a voice from above, would sing me to sleep at night, and as i got older, the voice began to teach me. he's everywhere, this angel of music..." her friend stared at her, wide eyed. "but christine, it can't possibly.." christine cut her off. "it is. who else meg?" meg looked away. gathering up her skirts again, they left the chapel, and headed back up the stairs. Christine imeadiatly went to her dressing room, trying to avoid all contact with other people. Meg watched her silently, wishing there was so way to explain to her friend the reasons on which she was worried. instead she joined the other girls on their way to the dormatorys. but not before she noticed the Vecomt. De Changy lightly knock on Christines door, and then enter.

"little lotte?" christine turned, and saw her childhood friend standing before her, holding roses. "raoul!" she cried, rushing forward and embracing him. pulling away, she said. "raoul, do you remember, when we were small, the story of the angel of music?" he nodded, still smiling, and she went on. "my father promised that when he died, and went to heaven, he would send me the angel of music, so that i may learn from him. well, my father is dead, and i have been visited by the angel of music-" raoul laughed. "no doubt of that, mon cherie, and now, we go to eat..." turning around he headed towards the door. "no raoul, the angel of music is very strict-"

"well i shan't keep you out late," turning to her again he cried. "come! you must change! i'll order my carriage, little lotte. give me two minutes...." and with that, he was gone. Christine was in dispair, wanting to go, but knowing she couldn't. so, instead, she changed into her nightgown and tied her robe. at that moment, all the burning candles in her room were blown out by an unfeeling breeze. left standing in the dark, christine tried to hurry to the door. she didn't make it in time.

"insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory! ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my, triumph!" she turned, breathing heavily. "angel, i hear you, speak, i listen. stay by my side, guide me! angel my soul was week, fogive me, enter at last, master!" she looked around the room, still unsure of this angel, who sang to her. "flattering child you shall know me," sang the voice. "see why in shadow i hide, look at your face in the mirror, i am there inside!!" and indeed, there was. Christine looked into the mirror, and instead of seeking her reflection, she saw a man's. stepping towards it, as if in a trance. he called "i am your angel of music. come to me angel of music...."

at that moment, right outside the door, and unheard by Christine, Raoul banged on the door, calling for her. "christine!!" he cried. "whos is that voice? who is that in there!" banging on the door did now good. As christine stepped closer and closer, the mirror seemed to evaporate, and into it, she stepped....

well thats it for now! i'll write more.....