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You Alone	By : mrssmeagol Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera. Andrew Lloyd Webber, Gaston Leroux, Susan Kay and bunch of other people do. That does not include me. I gain no profit of this, so there's no point in suing me. I have nothing but this stupid laptop and a couple of dictionaries.

SUMMARY: Raoul and Christine have left Paris to forget everything concerning the Phantom. Is it that simple? Leroux, Kay and musical based. EC, RC

A/N: More Phanfiction by precious moi. :) Reviews desired and cherished - as always. Characters are mostly musical (and 2004 movie) based with some Leroux and Kay influence. This first chapter is rather short. I promise that the next ones will be longer. A lot longer. ;)

You Alone
by MrsSmeagol

CHAPTER 1 - Philippe.

"It's a boy," the midwife told her. "You have a beautiful baby boy, Madame la Comtess."
Comtess Christine de Chagny squeezed her eyes shut and leaned against the soft pillows. Who could have known how painful it actually was to give birth? Almost two days and two nights!
"Madame la Comtess?"
She opened her blue eyes and gave a tired smile at the midwife. "Can I hold him?"
"Of course you can. You are his mother."
She gently placed the crying baby in the arms of the young mother, who began following the child's features with her index finger, memorizing every single detail.
"Hush, darling," the young woman whispered at the child softly. "It's alright, dear. Maman is here."
For both of women's utter surprise, the baby seemed to calm down almost immediately.
"Would you like me to go get your husband, Madame?" the midwife asked gently.
The mother watched, mesmerized, at her son open his eyes and meet hers. She had been told that child that small could not focus its gaze but she could have sworn that her son looked straight into her eye with his father's eyes. Christine could feel all the colour drain from her already pale face.
"Would you like me to get the father of your child, Madame?" the midwife asked.
"Please," she murmured, still staring at her son.

The child was not her husband's. He had Erik's eyes. He had Erik's name written all over him.

Young Comte de Chagny did not seem to notice it, though, or if he did, he managed to hide it from his wife.
"He is beautiful," he whispered, "you both are."
"What are we going to call him?"
"How about Philippe, after my brother."
The young woman nodded absently. "Philippe Charles Gustave de Chagny."
"That sounds good to me," her husband answered, kissing her cheek gently.

The baby soon fell asleep in the arms of his mother, who was rather tired, too, after giving birth for almost 48 hours.
"I am going to let you two sleep," Raoul told her softly. "You must be tired."
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes closing under their own weight.
"I'll put our little Philippe into his cradle," he answered and took the baby from her arms.
His wife did not answer since she was long gone in a land of restless dreams.

That night Christine dreamt of her Angel for the first time in months. She had been terrified when she had found out that she was pregnant, knowing perfectly well that the child might be Erik's. She would have wanted to inform him, tell him that she was carrying a baby, which might be his, but she had been unable to contact him. No one seemed to know where he had gone after the incidents at the Opera House. Neither Madame Giry nor the Persian had any idea where he might have gone.

Had it already been nine months?

She had never told Raoul what had happened before he had reached them that night. She had thought she could forget him, forget her Angel of Music, when she moved away from Paris to the de Chagny mansion. Now that Philippe was dead, Raoul had become le Comte de Chagny, Count de Chagny. Now, she was no longer Christine Daaé. She was Madame la Comtess to the servants and Comtess de Chagny to everybody else. Her husband was the only one who would call her Christine anymore.

But she could not push Erik from her mind. There was no way she could forget him. She now understood that she had loved him almost as much as she loved her husband. She still did. The love she felt for her Angel was different from the love she felt for her husband. Raoul was the love of her life. Their love was sweet - such love you could find in all those romantic novels. The love between Erik and her, on the other hand, was darker, more passionate kind of love. Yes, the love of Erik was so passionate that it was almost violent - and she felt the same towards him. The result of that love was the little baby sleeping in his cradle next to her bed.

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of her son's soft crying. She blindly lit the candle in order to get some illumination to the room. As the flickering light cast eerie shadows to the walls, she saw it. She saw him. She stared, mesmerized, at the sight in front of her. There he was, holding her son - his son - in his arms. It was Erik. The young woman exhaled his name with shaky, barely audible voice. He slowly turned around, the soft fabric of his cape swishing.
"I am sorry, mon ange," he told her softly, his voice making her suddenly shiver with excitement. "We did not mean to wake you up."
"What are you doing here, Erik? I tried to reach you and..."
He gestured the young woman to be silent. "Do not explain. We both made our choises."
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly."

He kissed the baby's forehead gently before lowering him back into his cradle. Christine could tell that he was about to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"Away."
"How can I find you?"
"You cannot, mon ange," he answered with that smirk of his.
"But..."
"Hush," he told her as he closed the short distance between them.
They were now so close to each other that she could feel his warm breath tingle her skin. She met his eyes with her own, staring at the depths of his soul.
"You cannot find me, Christine," he told her with his beautiful, rich voice. "But I will find you."

Then everything went black.

When she woke up the next morning, she immediately started searching for signs to prove that her visitor had really been there. She was disappointed not to find anything, not even the single red rose, which she had learned to associate with him. With a soft groan, she fell back into her bed. It had been but a dream.

Outside her window, a tall cloaked man smiled grimly. And turned away, deciding that it was not the time. Not yet.
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