AN: Hello, everyone! This is not my first fanfiction so I do not lack expierance in writing. I hope you read it, enjoy it, and then review! I would really appreciate it!

Story Notes: This story will turn out an E/C but it should be friendly to R/C readers. In the beginning, the story is going to have several elements of 'Cinderella' in it. I'm sure you'll be able to see it from the prologue. Erik will have a half mask. I'm going to go for the half angel, half demon Erik. This is also an AU story. So Anadora is not a real place. Most of the names in this fic are going to be French.

Shout Outs: A big thank you to my beta reader 'Timeless Rose'!

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of any version of Phantom of the Opera. However, if I do obtain the rights I shall inform you immediately. :-P

The Dreams of Angels


Anadora was the type of town that was small enough that when a resident walked down Main Street they could see many people they knew. It was also large enough that if someone wanted to remain isolated they could do so without rumors about them flying around the town.

The residents of the town ranged from rich to poor. The rich tried to keep away from the poor as much as possible in order to upkeep their precious reputations. They were much more interested in gossiping about their fellow class members then they were about the lower classes anyway.

The rich held fancy balls, and went to tea time gatherings. Rich boys learned sports, the arts, and studied to become scholars. Rich girls learned manners, conversation skills, and how to become the perfect wife.

The poor did not attend fancy balls or social gatherings. Poor boys and girls learned how to work at an early age. Poor boys learned their father's trade. Poor girls learned how to keep a house.

Christine Daae had been born into the upper class. The rich class. When she was young she had learned her manners and how to keep up her appearance. She learned how to read, to write, and, on her father's insistence, she learned how to read music. She was the perfect, charming little girl that lived in a big house just outside of town. Yet, she had a free-spirit to her that she was forbidden to exhibit amongst other nobles.

Tragedy struck the Daae family with the death of the mother. It wasn't long after when the father, Charles Daae, felt that his little daughter needed a mother. He remarried to a middle class widow with two daughters of her own. Francine Dawney was a seemingly polite, warm woman who presented herself well to the rest of the upper-class. It didn't take her long to become a popular member at balls and meetings.

Her daughters, Alice and Nathalie, were in every way their mother's daughters. The eldest, Alice, was a year older than Christine. She had inherited her mother's beauty, material desires, and charming manners. Nathalie was two years younger than Christine. She looked up to her big sister and tried to mimic her actions, though she wasn't quite as glamorous as her sister.

Christine tried to be as pleasant as possible to her new siblings and mother. Yet she couldn't help but to be suspicious of them. They didn't seem to like her at all. Any smile that they sent her way seemed fake to Christine. They tried to avoid her as much as possible. They probably would have forgotten about her all together had it not been for Charles Daae. It was clear to all members of the family that Christine was the only one that Charles was truly fond of. The marriage had been for Christine. All decisions he had made afterward were mostly for Christine. He loved Christine. He loved his deceased wife. It was only natural for his new wife and daughters to feel jealous.

When Christine was ten, Charles became fatally ill. No doctor could do anything to stop the illness from spreading throughout his entire body. On the night he died, he called Christine to him. He made her promise him she would remain the sweet, independent girl he knew she was. He made her promise that she would never give up music.

After Charles' death, Christine noticed a dramatic change in her step family. Her stepmother became openly cold and cruel toward her. She cared only for her two daughters. She would have loved to send Christine out to the streets, but society would not allow that of her. Instead, she took away all that Christine had. She took away her birthright, her room, her clothes, her toys, and her books. She took away her music. The piano was moved from the house and her father's violin kept locked away. Christine was not allowed to sing.

Christine was given a small room in the attic and simple clothes to wear. Over the course of a year, Christine became nothing more than a servant in her own house. Society didn't miss her. They believed she had become unbecoming due to continuous grief over her father's death.

Christine forced herself to remain cheerful and pleasant as the years passed. It was what her father had wanted. She tried fiercely not to give up her music. She sang when she was out of earshot of her stepfamily.

Yet by the time she was 18, she had pretty much given up hope on her music. She had begun to accept her fate as a mere servant to her unloving family. Her only hope was that she would one day gather up enough money to support herself. She would then leave her stepfamily for good.

Until then, she was stuck as a servant in a house she used to love. She was as unwanted as dirt and because of that she was stepped on. The only thing that kept her alive and pleasant was her promise to her father. She just had hope that one day her freedom and music would return to her.