Hello everyone! As you might have already figured from the synopsis, this story will have a tiny bit of a 'Love Never Dies' twist. It will start as Raoul/Christine, with an eventual Erik/Christine- but- this story will be focused mostly on the relationship between my OC; Angelique, and Erik.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! Please review/alert...

3rd Person POV:

It was a bright saturday afternoon, and the streets of Paris were bustling with people. Christine was taking her daughter, Angelique, shopping for a new dress- well at least she had been trying to before she ran off. Despite the fact that her daughter was fourteen years old, at times, Angelique still acted as if she were a small child. Something as simple as a butterfly flittering around could distract the young girl, and send her on a wild goose chase.

"Angelique! Angelique de Chagny where are you?" Christine called to her daughter.

Spotting a short head of chestnut brown curls bouncing as she wove her way through the crowd, Christine followed knowing that could only be her daughter.

"Angelique!" Christine scolded in exasperation, finally catching up with her daughter.

"Sorry, I saw something intersting and-"

"And you followed it" Christine finished for her. "You're a young lady now, Angelique, you shouldn't let yourself be so easily distracted"

"But I was curious" Angelique frowned, shrinking under her mother's stern gaze. "Am I not allowed to be curious?"

Christine sighed, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Of course you're allowed to be curious ma cherie, everyone gets curious- but you know what they say; curiousity killed the cat."

Angelique simply grinned at her mother, "well, you would be happy to know, while I was chasing my curiousity I did happen to pass a dress shop with the most beautiful blue gown you could imagine on display in the window"

Angelique's POV:

I spun in front of the mirror of the dress shop, admiring the navy blue dress.

"Oh Angelique, it's beautiful" my mother smiled.

"I love it" I breathed, staring at my reflection. Everything about it was perfect, I felt beautiful wearing such a dress, I had never seen a more lovely gown.

"How much?" I overheard my mother discussing with the salesman.

I ignored the rest of their back and forth and focused on my reflection. I was to wear this dress to a masquerade ball being thrown at the opera house, tonight. This event took place annually, and I had always wanted to go- but for some unknown reason, my parents had never agreed to go before. The only reason they agreed to go this year was because my uncle was one of the new patrons, and it would be rude if we didn't attend.

"Come Angelique, we have to get home" My mother spoke, snapping me out of my reverie. I followed my mother out of the shop where there was a carriage waiting for us.

"Mother?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Why is it that we have never gone to this masquerade ball before?"

A dark look clouded my mother's face, but it was gone so fast that I wondered if I had only imagined it.

"We've never been invited before" she stated, pursing her lips.

I knew she was lying, I had seen previous invitations with my own eyes...

"but mot-"

"We're here" she announced, cutting me off.

I could take a hint, I knew she didn't want to talk about it, but the question was why. Father was always just as distant as mother when I asked, there was something they were hiding from me.

"Why don't you go get changed, Angelique" my mother handed me the blue gown, practically shoving me toward the stairs.

I could barely mumble an 'okay' before she dissapeared, leaving me standing there, confused at the base of the staircase. I tried not to dwell too much on my mother's odd behavior. I guess it didn't really matter why we had never gone to the masquerade ball before- because we were going to go tonight. Instead I could focus on how much fun I was going to have! I had the perfect dress, and I could...dare I say meet a boy. I giggled to myself at the thought of a handsome young man sweeping me off of my feet, like a prince in one of the fairy tale books my mother read to me as a child.

As I finished dressing, I glanced in the mirror smiling to myself. I did feel like a princess in this dress, so maybe I would meet my Prince Charming tonight.

Humming softly to myself I skipped down the staircase to find father, I wanted to show him my dress.

"She keeps asking questions!" came my mother's panicked voice from behind a closed door. I stopped humming and looked to the door.

"Angelique can't know, Christine. We both know it is best for her not to" my father insisted. Curiously I crept closer to the door, pressing my ear against the wood to eavesdrop.

"I can't keep lying to her, Raoul, our daughter is not stupid, she knows we're hiding something."

"Christine, dear-"

"Besides! What if he is still there?!" My mother demanded, cutting father off.

"Dear Christine, it's been fourteen years! The man had no reason to stay at the opera house after you left, and that's only if he hasn't been killed already."

I heard my mother's soft, muffled cries, "But what if he is still there?" she whispered. "What if he comes for me? What if he tries to kill you? What if he tries to take our sweet Angelique?"

"He won't my love, but on the off chance he even tries, I will kill that damned opera ghost like I should have so many years ago" my father hissed lowly.

I wasn't sure whether to be angry or shocked. I had never heard my father speak so darkly before, nor have I ever witnessed my mother so distraught. Quite honestly, it frightened me to see my parents so unstable- but on the other hand, they were keeping something big from me. Something about a man, or possibly a ghost from their past, and I didn't appreciate secrets.

First chapter! Did you like it? Please let me know!