Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Phantom of the Opera. I just use them for my own amusement.

Summary: Christine's engagement to Erik is a happy one. He is everything she wants, and yet, he is hiding his dark insanity. This causes an accident that costs Erik his life. But, not even death will keep Erik from what is his. Modern, Dark, Leroux

Author's Note: Yep, I'm starting another phan-phic. But, this will probably take a backseat to my other current story. I think this idea has been done before, but I still decided to try it out. I got this idea when I was watching a whole bunch of Asian horror movies, particularly The Wig. Don't ask how this inspired it exactly, but I wanted a phic where Erik is an actual ghost. This will be a hell of a lot more supernatural, and most likely more dark. Also, random note; Erik isn't deformed yet. And, I just gave him a surname that I thought fitting. Oh, and the reason I set this in the modern day? I just like it better. Maybe because I'm more comfortable with it? I don't know. But anyways, enjoy, and please review! This chapter is really lighthearted, but it will get a lot darker soon.

Edit: I've been having some problems with chapters repeating and stuff and I don't really know why. I hopefully fixed it, but problems may arise.

Chapter One

Christine could not believe nor understand what had happened to her in the past few weeks. Everything had changed so entirely fast. She couldn't even understand how it had happened. All she knew was that she was in way over her head. Not only that, but she was now realizing that she never had any control on the situation. Someone else seemed to decide for her. And yet she obeyed.

She guessed her downfall was the day she met Erik. However, looking back, she guessed if she had to pinpoint the real start of her problems was the day she was reunited with Raoul.

"Erik, would you mind if I went shopping for a little while?" Christine said, peeking through the doorway as Erik sat at the piano, composing. He stood immediately after she asked this. She took this as a gesture to enter and did so.

"Of course it is fine, my dear. Do you need me to call the driver?" Erik asked.

"No, I'm going with Meg and she's driving." Christine replied.

"Whatever you want, Christine." He picked up her left hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the finger where a simple gold engagement ring resided. "You know I love you, don't you, Christine?" He always reminded her of this, and his tone was always hopeful and desperate; as if he expected her reply to change. As if he was afraid she would reject him.

Christine smiled and brought her other hand up to his perfect face and caressed it lovingly, before pushing a stray hair out of the way. "Yes, Erik, I do. I love you too." Erik released her hand she walked towards the door. "I shouldn't be more than a few hours. I will certainly be back in time for dinner."

"Come on, Christine, let's go into Victoria's Secrets! You could pick something up special to wear for Erik!" Meg exclaimed, practically skipping down the busy streets.

Christine blushed fiercely. "Uh … Meg we don't do … that … yet." She said, stumbling over her words.

"Why not? You two are engaged, and you live together! It's perfectly fine for couples to do … that, as you call it." Meg said, smirking at her friend and elbowing her slightly in the ribs.

"Well, us living together is for the sake of convenience. Anyways, it was certainly an improvement from my busted down old flat." Christine explained. "But I'm certainly not ready for uh, you know, and for some reason, I get the impression that Erik is not either."

Meg giggled. "I can't believe you can't even say it. Sex, sex, sex!" Christine's eyes widened, and she clamped her hand over Meg's mouth.

"Meg, oh my God! We're in public, there is people here!" Christine exclaimed in outrage, but had to stifle laughter herself. She removed her hand from her friend's mouth, and they continued down the street.

"Oh! Look! Ice cream!" Meg exclaimed, running towards a small stall.

"God, Meg, I swear, you are the most easily distracted person in the history of mankind-" Christine said, but was cut off when she saw a certain face that she recognized.

"What is it, Christine?" Meg asked.

"I just … thought I saw someone I knew …" Christine said, her mind elsewhere, "uh, Meg, do you mind if I ..."

Meg looked over her shoulder, trying to see what she was looking at. "Who's that?" She said once she figured out where Christine was looking.

"I think that's Raoul … my childhood friend." Christine explained, finally regaining her mind from her the fog of surprise.

"Oh! Well, say no more, Christine. I'll just be a few stores ahead. Just catch up when you're ready." Meg said.

"Okay." Meg walked towards the ice cream stall, Christine approached Raoul. "Uh, excuse me, this may seem weird but, are you Raoul de Chagney?"

"Uh, yes, and you are?" He replied.

"I'm Christine Daae." Christine smiled as a look of recollection and understanding passed over his face.

"Christine!" He exclaimed, smiling before hugging her. "You look really different nowadays."

"Well, I can't say the same for you. You don't look that much different." Christine said.

"I haven't seen you in such a long time! Do you want to go get coffee or something?" Raoul asked. Christine looked at her watch.

"Yeah, I think I have time. I know a really awesome cafe that's just down the street."

"So, I don't mean to intrude, but I happen to see a ring on your finger. Who's the lucky man?" Raoul asked, sipping his coffee.

Christine looked down at her left hand. "Oh, yeah. I'm engaged to Erik Garnier."

"Erik Garnier? You're engaged to him?" Raoul said in shock.

Christine blinked."Yeah … is something wrong with that?"

"No … nothing, it's just that … he's not known to be the kindest person. In fact, he has a reputation for the opposite."

"Well, he has quite a temper, I'll give you that. But, he's really sweet if you get to know him." Christine said.

"How did you two meet?"

"It was actually a year ago. It'll be exactly a year in a little less in a week, anyways. But, it started out in College. He was my private voice instructor. I couldn't even afford his lessons, but he said it didn't matter. I guess … the music brought us together. I know it's kinda … wrong to date your teacher, but I'm glad I did. So, well, now here I am. It's not that interesting of a story, I guess." Christine said.

"I'm glad for you."

"Thanks!" Christine looked down at her watch. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I've got to go. Meg's probably pretty angry by now."

"Okay," Raoul said, "I'd like to see you again. Here, I'll give you my number." He wrote his phone number on a napkin, a handed it to her. She put it in her purse and bid him goodbye.

She ran back to where Meg had agreed to meet her.

"It's about time. What exactly were you two doing?" Meg said irritatedly.

"Nothing. We just talked. I'm sorry we had to cut our shopping short." Christine explained.

"No, it's fine," Meg assured, "we can just go shopping later."

"Well, I'm still sorry. But I have to go home. I promised Erik I'd be home in time for dinner." Christine sighed.

"Let's get going then." Meg said, slipping into the drivers seat of the car.

Christine walked into the den, surprised that Erik wasn't there waiting for her. She was about to call for him when she heard him call from the upstairs study. She walked into the study to find Erik sitting in a large armchair, facing the fireplace with his back to her.

"What did you do, Christine?" Erik hissed.