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In a cold and dark prison cell, deep beneath the Palace of Justice, a lone woman kneeled in prayer. Even with the plain white shift she was forced to wear, one could tell she was extremely beautiful. She had thick honey blonde tresses that fell just above her waist, flawless caramel skin, and gorgeous bright green eyes that captivated the hearts of men and women everywhere.

She was Christine Daae, the Gypsy Queen. She was the daughter of Gustave Daae, the famous violinist and the daughter of Mary, a former slave. She was beloved by the masses and loved by the captain of the Archers, Raoul de Chagny.

She was also scheduled to die in an hour.

'My angel.' She mourned, staring at the damp walls of the dungeon. 'My angel, where are you?'

"Gypsy."

Christine's head quickly turned toward the cold voice. She anger boil up inside her at seeing a cloaked figure with yellow eyes staring at her in the darkness. Images of seeing that same figure herd her people away like animals, ordering the torture of some innocent boy, and plunging a knife through her childhood friend's chest echoed throughout her mind.

"Murderer!" She screamed at him, running up and banging at the bars that held her inside. "Murderer!"

"Your people still live."

His words drew Christine into silence. For the first time a long while, she felt a small bit of happiness reach her soul at the knowledge that her people were safe, at least for now, from certain death.

"Raoul…?" She found herself hesitantly asking, petrified of what the answer might be.

"Yes. The boy also still lives."

Christine let out a breath she didn't know she was carrying. Raoul still lived. Her friend was still alive.

"For now." The figure added darkly.

Christine exploded in rage.

"Why are you here!? Why did you come to torment me!? Haven't you done enough!?"

"I have come to strike a deal with you." The figure smoothly said, staring at Christine with desire in his yellow eyes. "As soon as the sun's rays touch the horizon, you will be burned to death. I alone have the power save you. All you would have to do is promise to be mine, and mine alone, and I will have you set free."

Christine could hear the desperate hope in his voice and it sickened her. What an evil, wicked man!

"Never!" She spat back at him, remembering the lecherous look in his eyes when he took her captive. "I know what you desire and I will never give it to you! Do you hear me!? Never!"

"Very well." And she could hear the mocking edge as well as anger in his voice. "I wonder if you will still sing and dance as the flames consume your body whole?"

His cruel statement drew Christine to tears. She cried out to him

"What have I ever done to you that you would hate me so fiercely!? What have I ever done to you to make you treat me so terribly!?"

"I…" There was a long pause. "I don't hate you." He finally finished.

Christine felt disbelief come to her. He didn't hate her? He burned down half the city looking for her, he threatened her multiple times, he was reason she was stuck in this dreadful prison in the first place!

"Then why did you imprison me!?" She furiously replied. "Why did you set me up for crimes I didn't commit!? Why are you going to burn me to death!? Was it just because you wanted to lay with me!? Why didn't you just have the guards capture me in the first place!? Why would you-"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

His loud proclamation shocked Christine into silence for a few moments. But soon after the room was filled with Christine's hysterical laughter that echoed throughout the entire dungeon. She clutched the bars to steady herself and try to catch her breath between laughs. After her laughs died down and she felt she was calm enough to speak, Christine stood straight and glared at the yellow eyes.

She was happy to note they looked a bit unnerved.

She started talking.

"Love me?" She scoffed, wiping away tears away from her eyes. "You don't love me. You don't know what love is. Plenty of men have told me they loved me in my lifetime only to try and bed me. What is it the Bible says about love Minister? 'Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.' Something like that Minister?"

She felt joy at the shame that filled his yellow eyes.

'He should be ashamed.' She thought darkly. 'He is no man of God.'

"Love is what I feel for my people." She continued. "Love is what Raoul feels for me. Love is what my angel and I have."

She felt a small twinge of sadness come over when she mentioned her angel. Where was he? Why was he not answering her prayers? Perhaps, she thought, he was with her mother and father now keeping them company. Or maybe the Lord sent him on a mission helping others who desperately needed it more than she did. For she knew in her heart of hearts that there was no way her angel would willingly abandon her.

No way.

"You…you love this angel?"

His words drew Christine out of her musings.

"My angel and I share a love so strong that nothing could possibly come between it." She responded wholeheartedly, her beloved angel consuming her thoughts. "Through him I have seen heaven and know more than ever that my father and mother are up there waiting for me. That is why I am not afraid to die. I know now there is another place where I will not be judged by my skin or the fact that I'm a gypsy. Where everybody is happy, there is no more pain or sickness, and where we all live together in peace. That's why I will never regret coming into the city. For true, this is the city where I will die. But this is also the city where I began to live."

She remembered that day. She remembered it so clearly. The day she met her Angel of Music.

Author's note: Reviews please! I hope to get the next chapter up soon!