Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera….or anything. Which really sucks, because if I did that would be really cool and I'd probably be rich and I could think of myself as very smart and….well anyway I don't own anything. Except Emiliee…she's mine.

The air was crisp, the sun just awaking from its nightly slumber. The young birds began singing gaily in the gentle trees branches. Slowly the rays of sunlight began crashing through the lush, emerald foliage. It was a beautiful morning, Still and Serene. The summer months were just being born.

Christine de Chagny sat facing her mirror, her reflection smiling back at her. Today was their anniversary. After applying just a dab more makeup she stood and proceeded down into the Courtyard.

Christine liked her life with Raoul. They lived in nice houses, had plenty of money and she had been blessed with the most beautiful daughter. It had been 14 years since the affair at the Opera House and Christine was pretty good at not thinking about it. But sometimes at night, or when she was confined to her own thoughts, a pang of loss or misery overwhelmed her. It was unbearable in those rare moments. Her heart ached and felt like it was going to crack open. She didn't quite know the reason…Raoul had it engraved in her head that she felt that way merely because the Opera House had been burned down and it was the place she grew up in. But something told her that there was far more to it then that.

Christine's thoughts often strayed to the subject of… him. How could they not? It had been such a significant part of her life. She could never forget his face, his voice, his teachings, his actions. She didn't love him though. He was a murderer and would have killed Raoul. But Christine couldn't forget those eyes. Eyes that you could get lost in, totally consumed within them. What Christine missed most of all was her Angel of Music. Teaching and nurturing her, no killings, no murder, no sadness. She missed when his soul purpose was just to coach her voice so she could reach her full potential. But he stirred something inside of her that no one else ever could.

Christine sighed and entered the kitchen. Her daughter, Emiliee glanced up from the table and then resumed staring at it. She and Christine were total opposites. Not to mention Emilee was now entering her life as a…teenager, which scared both Christine and Raoul alike.

"Good morning Emiliee" Christine said calmly smiling down at her daughter.

Emiliee sighed and let out a small groan before directing her eyes up to her mother.

"Mother, I don't want to go. Don't make me. I'd much rather stay here at home with Henrietta" Emiliee looked towards Henrietta their house maid and smiled encouragingly.

Christine frowned slightly. "Go where exactly?"

At that moment Raoul walked into the room. Christine noticed that he was more dressed up then he normally would be. Her mind started working overtime. What was he hiding from her? He gave them both a kiss on the head before sitting down across from Emiliee.

"You haven't told mom yet…?" Emiliee said, looking towards her father.

"Told me what?" Christine's brown eyes grew wide as she looked to her husband, only to receive an ashamed expression back. Christine hated secrets; she didn't like to be kept in the dark on things about the household or about anything for that matter.

"Told me what?" She repeated again.

Raoul took a deep breath. He didn't know why he felt so nervous. She would probably be thrilled when he told her the news.

"Christine, in two days I thought it would be a good idea to get out of this house. You know a little change of scenery…" he trailed off, studying her face carefully. Truth is he wasn't sure if she would be too thrilled.

"You mean like a vacation? That sounds splendid" Christine answered. It would be nice to have a little time away from the house.

"Yes, it will be. Christine. It's..." Raoul paused and looked towards Emiliee. He didn't feel comfortable talking about this in front of his daughter. "Emiliee, why don't you go outside and take a stroll. The weather is beautiful after all"

Emiliee sighed and got up. She didn't want to argue. She could tell by her dad's tone that she really shouldn't be there anyway. Besides, she already knew.

Christine's chocolate eyes watched as her daughter left the room. She felt herself growing tenser. "Raoul, what is it? What's happening?"

"I love you. I'd just like to start by saying that," Raoul smiled at Christine and placed his hand lovingly on her cheek "I love you so much. I respect you, for being so strong, for being such a great mother and wife. But I can see that you are not completely happy..."

"Raoul, that's not true…"

"It is. I know it is. That's why I think it's best if we change our scenery. You can't stay here in this house any longer. I think we should go to our summer house. Leave Henrietta to tend to this one while we are away..." Raoul stopped and looked at Christine's emotionless face, until it finally broke out into a smile.

"Oh Raoul! That would be lovely. Just you, me and Emiliee..." But she was cut off by Raoul.

"Actually, I was thinking that we could go. Just you and I, without Emiliee. I've already made all the arrangements necessary. Henrietta is a great house maid, but lord knows I wouldn't make her shoulder all of the responsibility of caring after our child. Emiliee is becoming a young woman and I think it best she spend sometime away from this house as well…"

Christine looked at the floor trying to let all of this register in her mind. It didn't make any sense. Emiliee didn't really have anywhere else to go, none of Raoul's relatives lived around where they were.

"Where would she stay then?" Christine voiced after quite a long silence.

Raoul took a deep breath and looked into Christine's eyes. "At the Opera Populaire of course…"

Christine's eyes widened. Just at the mention of that name memories began flooding back to her. Good and Bad. She stood up with a snap, away from Raoul's loving grasp.

"Absolutely not! She can't go there! I mean…It's…It's burned down!" Christine was basically in hysterics. She didn't really want to explain to Raoul the real reasons why she didn't want her daughter to stay at the Opera House. She was supposed to have forgotten all about that.

"Not completely. They retouched everything up. Andre and Firmin are still working there. Everyone is." Raoul watched as Christine turned her back to him and gazed out the window.

She gazed at Emiliee who was on her little walk in the sunlight. Christine couldn't help but notice how much Emiliee looked like her. Same eyes, same hair.

Raoul got up and slowly walked behind Christine. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and leaned his head on her shoulder.

"They are good people, and I've been assured that he doesn't live there anymore…" He whispered softly in her ear.

Christine closed her eyes, fighting back the burning tears that were beginning to form in her eyes. Raoul didn't need to specify who the "he" he was referring to was. What did he mean he doesn't live there anymore? Surely he didn't mean that her angel was….dead. Christine felt her heart plummet. But then she shook her head softly.

"Alright Raoul." I look forward to it"

Melz: Yay first chapter DONE! I could have written the whole thing in this chapter but I decided to cut it off here. I hope you like it…oh, it will pick up too. It just has to you know, begin first. Anyways, that's it. Please review!

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