Scarred Love

Disclamer: I don’t own Raoul/Christine/Erik. The Khanum is a Character from Susan Kay’s novel. This fic was written for amusement not for monetary gain so don’t sue me. You wont get anything anyway. I’m poor. The only Char that I own is Angelique.. WARNING! NC-17 rating for the later chapters.R&R PLEASE!!!



Prologue: Ghosts of the Past

Paris, said to be: “The city of lights and love”. Humph. Of light I can see, but of love? For one such as I there is no such thing as “love”. I can’t remember how long it has been since I left my tribe. I am....no, was a gypsy. I left after it happened, after he left....

My mother, Anastasia Antropolov, was a German Lady of high standing and my father, Jean-Claude Reynard, was the brother of the leader of our troupe. She ran away with him and died shortly after my birth. She named me Angelique; father always said that she claimed me to be her little angel. Since I left the Romany tribe that I belonged to I’ve been searching for someone. He saved my life, I want to know why. I followed him throughout Europe and most of Asia as well. I learned skills of every kind in my travels, from martial arts, to skills normally associated with thieves and assassins. Because I was of Romany blood, the other tribes that were scattered through out Europe trained me in the areas that I was inexperienced in. I learned acrobatics from those in the Russian and German circuses. I learned Martial arts from masters in Asia. And I made sure that I never made the same mistake twice. Mistakes only make your life more complicated. I worked off and on as an assassin or a mercenary when I needed money, that or I just pick pocketed a rich noble. The latter was the easiest of the three. But in the long run I was always trying to find HIM.

Here is my story…….