Black Rose

A\N New story! hope you guys like it!

Chapter 1

1870 Paris,France

Christine Daae tip-toed through the dressing cast mates hoping to reach the petite blonde before the crowd overpowered her.

"Meg!"

Spinning around she was embraced tightly, tears ran down her face.

"He left me Meg"she whispered.

"Who. Christine?". Gripping her shoulders she shook Christine wildly, trying to get her to speak.

"Papa. He's dead."

"Oh Christine... I'm so sorry!"

Crying into Meg's shoulder a cry ripped through Christine chest.

"Come. Let's get you to my house. Mother and I will take care of everything else."

Christine nodded. Her eyes wild with grief.

She would never again be the same, Meg thought to herself.

10 years later

"I am your angel of music... Come to your angel of music...

Walking through the full length mirror to her angel Christine fell into a trance like state.

" Sing! My angel." The angel who had once comforted her as a child was gone. In his place, a lover, her lover.

"Sing for me!" ,demanded her phantom.

Soaring the clouds her final note pierced the cold night and contentment clouded his face.

"Perfect. Christine, absolutely perfect."

"Thank you Erik", she sighed color rushing to her cheeks.

Turning to her Erik replied, "It is time for bed little one."

Leading her to her room that he had created for her years ago after her father's death, he drew her a bath then kissed her forehead.

I'm not a child anymore Maestro.

"I know that Christine" he sighed.

Christine looked down in embarrassment she blushed.

Now a woman of eighteen she had fallen for her savior years ago.

But she was not so lucky with her love life. Erik, almost 8 older than her him 26. He only saw her as a little sister though in his mind. Or so she thought..

Erik was irrevocably and incompletely in love with Christine.

Like wise he believed that no one could look love him. Especially Christine. Deformed since birth, he had only a handful of those whom he could call family and accepted him.