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BEcause of your black heart	By : squirrely Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1

It had been one year since the disaster at the Opera Populair. News of its reconstruction had been announced one short month after the events occurred. My name is Amelia De Chagney; my cousin is Raoul De Chagney, the opera’s vicompt.
Growing up Raoul was my best friend, my only friend, like my brother. When I had heard what happened to him, my heart truly stopped. I was so afraid that he had been killed, that he had been slaughtered by…. The opera ghost.
That must sound so foolish, a ghost, but it’s true. Raoul told me all about him. But if there was one person who was even more affected by it then Raoul, it was his wife Christine.
I met Christine the day he got back from Paris. His carriage pulled up and I ran out the front door and into his arms. The bright smile that spread across his face when he saw me was the greatest thing I’d seen since he left. He hugged me tight and laughed that same warm laugh he always had.

“Amelia! Oh my, you’re more beautiful every time I see you.” He smiled at me. I smiled back and hugged him.

“I missed you so much!” I said. “I was miserable without you!”

Christine slowly stepped from the carriage. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her long brown hair fell down her shoulders in long waves and curls. She wore a yellow and white dress. I let go of Raoul and looked at her. He walked over to her and took her by the hand and led her over to me.

“Amelia, this is my wife Christine Daae.” He said smiling. I smiled lightly, not feeling entirely comfortable with the entire situation. He looked at Christine.

“Christine, this is my little cousin Amelia.” I rolled my eyes.

“I am not your little cousin. I’m nineteen years old, not ten.”

“Oh, but you’ll always be my little cousin.” He said, laughing. He kissed me on the forehead and then led Christine into the house.

“Miss Daae,” I said, as they walked away from me. She turned to face me. “Welcome.” She opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something, but she didn’t. She slowly turned back to Raoul and kept walking.
It wasn’t so much that she was unfriendly, but more that she was so uncomfortable every time she was around me. You could tell she was trying to be polite, but at the same time she didn’t want to be here in the first place. I could tell she cared for Raoul, that she loved him, but there always seem to be hesitancy whenever she showed him any affection at all. I felt that it must have been a case of getting used to the De Chagney estate; after all, she did come from a less than fortunate family. But in the end she just seemed completely insecure with all of her surroundings.
I followed the two of them into the house and joined them for tea. My mother, father, uncle, and Raoul’s brother James joined us too. James was older than Raoul by eight years and already married. He warmly welcomed Christine as he always did with new company. We all sat in the tea room as the maids served us.

“So Amelia, how is your dancing coming?”

“Fine.” I answered.

I had been dancing ballet since I was five and had always dreamed of going to study at the opera populair. But ever since the rumors of the opera ghost my thoughts had changed a bit. I still wanted to go, but just the thought of that monstrous man frightened me.

“You know, Christine danced at the opera house for years, she was a chorus girl.” Christine blushed a little bit and smiled lightly.

“Really?” I asked, trying my best to get her into the conversation. She nodded and cleared her throat.

“I was for quite a while. Madame Giry trained me.”

“Wow…” I said. Madame Giry I had heard was an amazing ballerina, or at least she had been when she was a young girl.
Raoul smiled at me. He looked to Christine and she smiled back.

“Should we tell her?” he asked her. She nodded.

“Yes.”

“Tell me what?” I asked curiously.

“Tomorrow, you are going to be leaving this house for one year to stay in the dormitories at the Opera Populair with Madame Giry and her daughter meg.” The moment Raoul spoke those words my heart stopped.

“W- What?”

He smiled and nodded, seeming extremely pleased with himself. My mother and father gasped.

“Oh Raoul…” my mother said in disbelief. I jumped from the couch and threw my arms around him.

“Oh Raoul! Thank you so much!” I said. He laughed and hugged me back. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My dreams were all coming true within a matter of seconds and Raoul hadn’t even been home ten minutes.
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