Wow... sorry it's taken so long. Life has the uncanny ability to get in the way. Yeah... well the story's just about done... umm I worked on the paragraph thing... and I still can't figure it out. This year life at school's slower so hopefully I can get this whole bloody thing up soon. Thanks everyone for reviews... please forgive me for my ages of doing very little but reading rent-fics on Wish you all the best! remember reviews/ construction highly appreciated.

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Jacqueline was dimly aware of voices around her. She felt a strange loneliness in her and it did not take long to remember why. She was in her bed, in her house, but now it had all changed her small family would never enter it again. Her parents and sister were gone ... forever.

"We have to tell her." Came Alyssa's panicked voice.

"How Alyssa? She's completely out not to mention the fact I don't want to!" was Kiley's reply.

Michelle was just about to voice her opinion when a new, timid, voice entered the conversation.

"Tell me what?"

"Uh Jackie I don't think now is the time." Michelle was definitely on Kiley's side of whatever it was they were squabbling about.

"FORGET IT! She has to know what's going to happen doesn't she?" Alyssa's temper had exploded, "Not to mention the fact we're going to be leaving with her in two weeks."

"Leaving with me where?"

"Jackie in two weeks we're all going to France to umm well..."

"Great Alyssa you go telling her then lose your courage."

This erupted into a small dispute, but Jacqueline hardly noticed. France? How could she go to France if her parents weren't even alive to pay for the trip? Why were her friends going with her? And what was going on? She would have to find out.

"STOP IT! TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!"

"Jack, did you ever know you were well adopted?"

"No I certainly did not Ky, and I definitely was not adopted!"

"Jack, listen to us. Haven't you ever wondered why you looked nothing like your parents? Your real parents live in France, which is why we are all going to France. They used a telegram and got in touch with you birth parents. They are going to take you back with them."

"Who are they?" Jacqueline gave in; her life was changing fast.

"Their names are the Chagnys," said Alyssa with a thick grabling of the French.

"Your Father's name is Raoul de Chagny, your Mother's name is Christine de Chagny, and your twin brother's name is Charles de Chagny," explained Kiley.

"Oh Jacqueline here is the best part! Your new family is a rich Parisian family. You'll be living in a big mansion and wearing the latest fashions! All the things we play at," exclaimed Michelle who loved the finer things in life.

A rich nobleman? If her Father was a rich nobleman why was she growing up on a farm? Why was she unaware of her identity? And who was the man who saved her? The pieces of the puzzle just didn't fit right.

Erik had spent the day in suspense. He knew her parents had died but did not know of the plan for her to be reunited with her mother and step-father, that is he did not know of it until he heard the conversation of the girls through the open window.

How could they send this innocent child back to the Vicomte? Of course! Her foster parents must not have known why this child had ended up in their care. Maybe if he could just get hold of her she would go with him. Perhaps, she would trust him. He would give everything so that he could raise her to be a polite child knowing her true story, unlike what she would get at the Chagny house.

Then he looked through the window. What he saw vanquished any thoughts of kidnapping. He saw a pale child who was trying her best to understand her friend's words. She has no idea about her life. Taking her away would just confuse her more. How can you be such a fool Erik? Think of her! Erik's thoughts were strong in his head.

While he was thinking three young girls exited the house.

"Alyssa why did you have to tell her?"

"She should know don't you think? I mean we are starting out to the port in four days. Even Jacqueline needs to pack her few things."

"What few things Alyssa? Her prized possession is her horse that she told us to take care of. All she has now are her dresses."

"Isn't that what we all have? At least now she'll get to be a rich French girl."

"She won't last a day. Remember the time we tried to be refined? Jacqueline was the first to give up and go wading in the creek. She's a hopeless case."

"We'll just have to teach her," the one added with a mischievous grin.

So he had a little tomboy for a daughter? Oh won't the Vicomte love that? A tomboy who sings like a lark, speaks no French, and looks like her infamous father, the Phantom of the opera. At least Christine will be forgiving. Erik knew however hard the Vicomte tried; Christine would mold Jacqueline into a well-behaved well-mannered child. However, something in his mind told him it would not be to difficult, after all she already had the voice of an angel why could not she act like one?

Charles would protect his sister, Erik knew this and his thoughts were at ease. His son would take care of his daughter. Jacqueline certainly seemed to need the protection now. She was as helpless and naïve as a newborn. Even if Charles' protection ever failed, there would always be one other there to protect her, her father, the angel of music.