I woke up lying in a bed and at first, I thought I had truly been dreaming after all, but as my vision adjusted to my surroundings I realized that I wasn't in my room. The mysterious man who presented himself as my Angel Of Music was truly The Phantom Of The Opera, I had truly been taken by him.

I sat up, cautiously rubbing my spinning head as memories of what I had seen rushed through my mind.

I walked passed the wax figure pausing as I did, staring at it as if if I stared at it long enough it would begin to move.

A shiver went up my spine and I hugged myself as I lifted the curtains stepping out and seeing the Phantom sitting at a table writing, not noticing my presence.

I looked around trying to get my bearings as I approached him.

"I remember there was mist, swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake, there were candles all around, and on the lake, there was a boat, and in the boat, there was a man."

The man looked up at me as I approached, not speaking a word only staying silent as if he anticipated me to speak again.

My hands involuntarily traced the mask on his face, wondering why he wore it, and what could he be hiding underneath.

Who was the shape in the shadow? Who is the face in the mask?

I felt my fingers go underneath it as he closed his eyes, I slowly lifted it from his face, revealing a deformed figure.

I was immediately shoved, violently to the ground, my back slamming against the cold floor as he towered over me shouting as he covered the disfigured part of his face with his hand.

"Damn you, you little prying pandora, you little demon!"

The Phantom grabbed my hands, forcefully bringing them to his deformed face, feeling rough beneath my fingers.

"Is this what you wanted to see!"

Tears overflowed my eyes, I shook violently as he screamed in my face, having never seen so much anger in a person before, not knowing that my actions would've caused this.

"Damn you, curse you!" He shouted, squeezing my hands tightly as he did.

My vision was blurred with frightened tears, shaking uncontrollably in his grasp, my knees bumping into each other feeling as if they were going to give out beneath me.

I looked away from him, not knowing what was going to happen to me.

"Christine..." His voice softened and I looked into his eyes and saw years of sadness filled in them, as if he carried all the sadness in the world in those dark brown eyes.

Releasing my hands he bent over, picking up the mask from the ground and turning away to put it back on his face.

He took a deep breath as he turned back around and I backed away slightly, thinking he would try to hurt me but instead, he spoke in the normal tone that I had always heard speaking from the shadows for years.

"Come, we must return those idiots that run my theatre will be missing you."

As I was left back in my room, I immediately threw a blanket over the mirror, feeling my heart start to beat violently in my chest. He was no Angel Of Music, he wasn't an angel at all.

I looked around my room, feeling as if I were going crazy having the constant eerie feeling of being watched. Images of the disfigured face watching me from the shadows, filled with anger and malice filled my head.

I burst out of my room, not wanting to be alone any longer, longing for the presence of anyone else.

I could hear voices coming from downstairs sounding as if they were deep in an argument.

I stepped down the stairs and saw Raoul speaking with the new directors.

"I promise you, I didn't send those letters!"

"Then who else could've, the Opera Ghost perhaps?" André shouted annoyance filling his voice.

Raoul sighed sharply and his eyes looked up landing on me, widening as they did.

"Christine, there you are!" He rushed up to me hugging me tightly and I wanted to hug him back to be in his safe, warm embrace but I was held back by fear, frightened that the Phantom could be watching from the shadows.

He grasped my hands into his and I quickly backed away.

Hurt spread across his face at first but was quickly replaced by concern.

"Christine, what's wrong?"

Before I could even think of a response to give suddenly someone shouted, "Where is she?!"

I looked to see Carlotta storming across the floor below us and up the stairs, a crumpled piece of paper clutched in her hands.

"Who might you be referring to, Madame?" Firmin inquired with a sigh.

She ignored him turning to me and coming up to me, without even a word slapped me across the face.

"How dare you send me such a letter, you spoiled brat!" She screeched at me.

Raoul stood in front of me.

"Madame, you are completely out of line Christine had nothing to do with these letters!"

"She has everything to do with them, here why doesn't she read it to you," She stepped to the side of Raoul, roughly shoving the paper into my hands.

Everyone looked at me expectantly as I shakily uncrumpled it and read:

"Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered, Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune, should you attempt to take her place. OG"

"My God, first he wants us to pay his salary, and now this!" Andre exclaimed with exasperation.

"See, it is her the brat wants to steal my spotlight!" Carlotta screamed.

"No, it's obviously whoever this supposed Opera Ghost is, not Christine!" Raoul defended me.

I could hear them all start to argue back and forth until it began to turn into some shouting match.

"Listen, we are not going to be listening to any of these ridiculous demands, this is our theatre, not his we shall decide who plays who, not some supposed Opera Ghost, Carlotta you will play the lead and Christine will play the page boy, everyone happy with that?" Firmin said as he eyed each and every one of us, but especially Carlotta.

"Quite," She turned to me giving me a smirk before walking off.

I slowly backed away feeling sick to my stomach, my head spinning and I quickly ran off.