Phantom's Point Of View

I had not seen my dear Christine since the night of Duan Juan Triumphant 14 years ago. I missed her dearly but had known that up until 2 years ago, she had been living with her childhood sweetheart, that imbecile Raoul. I wondered to myself if they had any children together, and wondered if one of them might have inherited her beautiful voice. "Another little angel... If Christine and I were married I could take care of the little angel, brush her hair, tie her sash, hold her hand, and embrace her." I'd always wanted a child of my own, but I knew no one would agree to carry and birth it... if Christine had a child, perhaps I could raise them as my own. 

Tonight, I had decided that I was going to see Christine again. I had been able to locate where she lived now and had prepared to attempt to court her, knowing what had happened to her husband.

Christine's Point Of View

"Excuse me a moment, my dear."

I stood up from my seat at the table and wondered who could be visiting us at this hour. Opening the door, I found myself looking into the face I hadn't seen since that night at the Opera Populaire.

"Erik.."

"My dear Christine."

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I looked into the eyes of my former angel of music turned kidnapper. They seemed to stare back into mine, running deep into my soul. Erik's gloved hand reached up to caress my cheek.

"I have not seen you in so long, my dear Christine."

We stared into each other's eyes before the silence was broken by the voice of my sweet daughter:

"Mother, who is this?"

Marguerite's point of view

A strange man in a mask and cape stood in our doorway, his gloved hand pressed to my poor mother's cheek. His eyes fell onto me. "Why, Christine, who is the little girl?"

My mother smiled. "This is my daughter, Marguerite."

Before I could stop him, he took my hand and kissed the back of it. "Charmed to meet you, Miss Marguerite."

Something about him didn't feel right with me. I quickly jerked my hand away. "Thank you, I-I have to go." Before my mother could stop me, I ran upstairs to my bedroom.