Hey everyone, this is my first phantom fic ever and it's a continuation from the 2004 movie. Hope everyone enjoys it and this is my own explanation of what happens to the characters from the movie. I don't own any of ALW characters..I would love to own Erik (in my bed Ofcourse) but hey I hope everyone enjoys… R&R

As Erik's boat began to get farther and farther away Christine knew that she had broken his heart. That kiss, the one passionate kiss that she had forced herself to give Erik to save Raoul's life was stuck in her memory like a burning flame. Christine knew that had been the first time any woman had ever pressed their lips up against his. The tears he shed afterwards were enough to give that fact away. As Raoul kept pushing the boat through the foggy murky water of the opera house Christine heard the far distant voices of people, angry people. "The Mob!" gasped Christine as she thought about the fate of her beloved angel of music. She had to warn him, she would never be able to live on knowing that she had been the death of him. "Raoul, stop the boat, I have to warn him." said Christine as she tugged on Raoul's shirt. "why? Is everything ok?" asked Raoul. "I have to warn him." replied Christine picking up the ends of her wedding dress, the dress that Erik had dressed her in hours ago. She then jumped into the shallow water and trudged her way back to Erik's lair. "Christine! You'll catch your death!" shouted Raoul as he tried to turn the boat around, but failed in doing so. All he could do was watch his love get farther and farther away from him as she made her way back to Erik's dark and dismal dorm.

After watching his angel of music leave him for the handsome rich Raoul, Erik looked at his horrible, ugly disfigured face in the mirror and cried to himself. She had kissed him, she had given him his first kiss. Christine Daee the girl he taught, the girl he loved had seen past the fear of his face and gave him his first kiss. Tears fell down his cheeks as he picked up the end of a candle stick and smashed the glass into a million pieces. After receiving a kiss from Christine he could no longer in his heart hold her back from loving Raoul and let the both of them go, hoping Christine would change her mind and stay with him. "Who was I kidding?" thought Erik as he lied down on his bed. "who could blame her for wanting to leave the hideous creature of darkness? Why be married to a monster when you could have the gorgeous Raoul for a husband. Erik stared at his music box and couldn't hold back the tears as he sang himself away from the heartache.

Erik's singing was cut off by the sounds of angry voices getting closer and closer to him. If Christine were beside him he would have gotten off the bed to see what was going on but he no longer cared if he lived or died. At that moment he heard the sounds of the Organ's keys being pressed and the tearing of his music pages. Seconds later the light of torches lit the area of his bed chambers and the sight of the mob surrounding his bed. "Get to your feet creature!" shouted one of the men. Erik made no attempt to move and just kept crying. "the creature doesn't move." replied another man. The two owners Andre and Firman stepped forward and Firman laughed. "so this is the hideous monster demanding money from us on his behalf." "I say we teach this creature a lesson he shall never forget." said Andre. At that moment a few of the mob's people grabbed Erik and pulled him from his bed. Erik couldn't remember how many blows to his body he had received but could feel pain all around him especially in his hands. "lets see how great of a swimmer he is now!" shouted Firman. At that moment the mob drug Erik's bloodied and beaten body to the edge of the water and through him in the cold murky water. All Erik could feel was wetness and the taste of blood in his mouth. He always wondered what death was going to be like and up until now this totally fit the description.

Christine finally could see the dim candle light of Erik's lair getting nearer. She couldn't see Erik but the sounds of the angry mob had pacified. She then saw something white and bloody lying in the water it was only until she got closer did she realize that it was Erik beaten body. She had been too late, all she could think about was what if she chose to stay with him? She could have saved him from so much pain and suffering. "Erik." she softly spoke as she knelt down next to him. Erik was ice cold and Christine knew that if he didn't get warm soon he was going to die from hypothermia instead of from his injuries. Christine was freezing too but she was more concerned about Erik at the moment. Quickly Christine drug his body from the freezing lake and lied him on his bed. Erik was unmasked and shivering along with bleeding out of every cut he had on every spot of his body.

Christine had unbuttoned his soaked shirt and began to rub the warm blankets on his distorted skin to get him warm and dry. She then took a rag and began to wipe the dried blood from his cuts and his hands, oh his once beautiful hands were now broken. The mob had made sure to disable him from being able to enjoy his music ever again. Once Christine had wrapped Erik's broken body up in bandages she covered him with his long black cloak and let him sleep. …

Erik's first thought when he awoke was "where am I?" The swan bed looked familiar and so did the cloak he was draped in. His body was in agony and lifted his hands to touch his bear face when he noticed that both his hands were bandaged to a point where he couldn't move any of his fingers. "my hands, my musical ability…broken, shattered into a million pieces." he cried as he looked at them. Just then he looked across the room and saw Christine curled up in his arm chair fast asleep. He had let her go, why on earth had she come back? Where was Raoul and why had she come back? At that moment Christine opened her eyes and saw Erik Lying awake. "Erik." she spoke softly as she got to her feet. He didn't answer her and closed his eyes in disgust. "please Erik, don't be upset with me." she mewed as she approached the bed. Erik kept the tears running down his cheek and covered the disfigured side of his face with one of his bandaged hands. "don't so that Erik." said Christine as she easily lowered his hand down to his side. Erik noticed his mask lying on his night stand and knowing that he wanted it Christine held it out to him and said "I'll put it on for you." with that she slipped it back over his face and said "you don't need to cover your face." "I set you free…leave." said Erik with tears in his eyes. "no you're hurt." argued Christine. "and you're soaked. You're lover will be missing you so just leave me." cried Erik. "don't be like this Erik, both of your hands are broken and you're running a fever." said Christine. "I demand that you leave this place at once and forget about the angel in hell!" scolded Erik as he got to his feet. "Erik…please." cried Christine begging him for his attention. "No! go away." yelled Erik as he trudged through his broken and shattered lair. "my world is destroyed, the seat of sweet music's throne is forever ruined." cried Erik. Everything got silent except for Christine's sobs. She took one last look at her angel of music and trudged through the water once again, leaving Erik alone once more.

Christine got back to her dressing room and changed into something dry before sitting down at her dresser to cry once more. She had hurt Erik's feelings and probably more than that. "I love Raoul, I can't lie to Erik." cried Christine as she brushed her hair. Christine couldn't live with herself knowing that things with Erik weren't like they used to be so walked back down to the catacombs once more. On the shore line she saw Erik's boat pulled ashore but didn't see Raoul anywhere. Without caring she jumped back in the boat and pushed herself back towards Erik's lair. Once she arrived, it was quiet and she found Erik asleep in his bed. Seeing that he was cold, she covered him up once more and decided to pick up some of the paper work that was lying all in his lair.

When Erik awoke he felt worse than he had before he fell asleep. He was freezing and to make matters worse he couldn't move. Then he saw Christine approach his bedside holding a steaming cup of liquid up to his lips. "Drink this Erik." was what he heard her say. "what do you want?" asked Erik aggravated that Christine had returned to him once more. "don't argue with me." said Christine pressing the cup to his lips. Erik drank the liquid that was in the cup and moaned as it burned his insides as he swallowed it. "what was that?" questioned Erik as he cleared his throat. "hot herbs, it's going to help take the chill from your bones." said Christine. "just leave me be, I'll be fine." he replied as Christine took the cup away from him. "Erik you have a fever, you can't stay down here alone by yourself." said Christine. "I have lived down here for more than half my life and I'm not about to change my ways." argued Erik. "don't be like this Erik." said Christine. "don't talk to me Christine, you broke my heart. Just go away with your sweet Raoul, that's what you wanted and so I gave him back to you. Just leave me be!" shouted Erik in anger. "Erik I may have feelings for Raoul but in my heart I still care about your health." said Christine. Erik turned from her, and Christine sat down on the edge of his bed and began to sing to him.

She never got the chance to finish because Erik angrily got to his feet and pushed her violently with his broken hands causing Christine to fall back into the lake. Christine looked up at Erik who was standing on the ledge of his bed chamber looking down at her and softly sang to him.

Erik began to cry, and sang back to her..

Christine then watched Erik disappear into the darkness of his chambers and heard the cries from his sobbing. She knew that she had awakened painful memories and for the aching in his heart to return. Christine decided to leave him be and to swim back to the shore, leaving her angel of music forever. She knew that he was never going to forgive her for choosing Raoul over himself. Once Christine returned to her dressing room, soaked and cold Raoul was there waiting for her. "where have you been?" he questioned. As he hugged her soaked body. "I had to warn him." cried Christine. "warn that monster?" questioned Raoul. "I was too late, he's gone." cried Christine. "good, now get out of those wet clothes before you catch your death." said Raoul. "I'm fine Raoul." said Christine wrapping a blanket around her. "goodnight my love, in the morning we shall be leaving." he replied. "leaving?" questioned Christine. "yes, for England." said Raoul. "when were you planning on telling me this?" asked Christine. Raoul smiled, and held Christine's hands..

"why Raoul?" asked Christine.

"England, it has so much more

To offer..so much more to

Live for…England. My business shall

Soar in England where the dukes will

Love us….in England."

"what about me? What about what I want? There won't be any opera houses in England." said Christine.

With that Raoul left her alone and in the dark. Christine knew that she couldn't leave her angel of music or music behind. England? She couldn't possibly go to England she had to do something and soon…..

Sorry to leave you at a cliff hanger more to come soon..

R&R