*Christine's POV*
"I  am your angel of music," the voice calls to me as I walk up the stairs to the grave. "Come to me, angel of music." My mind was saying that this isn't possible while my heart told me to just believe; my heart won.

"No, Christine, wait," a familiar voice yells, pulling me from the trance. "Wait!"

I blink and turn around, not believing my eyes. "Raoul," I say, surprised and a little annoyed that he followed me.

"Whatever you believe, this man, this thing is not your father," Raoul says as he runs beside me before walking upon the rest of the stairs. I am beyond irritated with Raoul; I am angry. Ever since the masquerade ball, he hasn't let me from his sight. He has good reason, but I would like to have some time alone.

As these thoughts flash through my mind, the sight of black fabric pulls me from my thoughts. I know Raoul isn't wearing black; that can only mean one thing. I gasp loudly when I realize who it, causing Raoul to turn just as the Phantom's sword comes down against his own.

The two then start fighting! I can't watch them try to kill each other, but I could get hurt if I try to interfere. I reluctantly just stand and watch. I feel so helpless since there is nothing I can do to stop them.

As Raoul and the Phantom fight, I have to keep moving around if I want to see, since they keep moving. The sound their swords clanging and heavy breathing is the only sound that can be heard in the empty, snow covered graveyard. I continue to watch in worry as they continue fighting.

Their fighting eventually gets closer to where I am so I move back. I watch as the Phantom whips his cape and slash Raoul on his arm. I hear Raoul yell in pain causing me to watch in horror as he continues to fight. This needs to stop; Raoul needs to see a doctor and they both look like they are about to pass out.

I'm about to yell at them to stop when Raoul suddenly knocks the Phantom's sword out of his hand. Raoul pushes the Phantom to the ground and kicks his sword away, all while raising his own.

I know what Raoul is going to do; he's going to kill him! I should let Raoul do it; he deserves it. But then the all the memories of everything he has done for me and then that night at the masquerade when we were so close.......I know what I need to do.

"No, Raoul," I yell just before Raoul brings his sword down. Raoul turns around and looks at me confused. "You don't have the right to kill him."

Raoul looks at me as if I have gone insane. "He was just trying to kill me," he says, angrily.

"If he was about to kill you, I would be doing the same exact thing I just did," I say. I then walk towards the Phantom, ignoring Raoul.

As I pass Raoul, he grabs my arm. "What are you doing," he asks, angrily.

I pull my arm out of his grip. "Making sure he is okay, " I snap back.

Turning back towards the phantom, his golden eyes are full of anger, confusion and hurt, but mainly anger. I know I caused the hurt and it breaks my heart. I walk over to him, his eyes on me the whole time. Once close enough, I kneel down in front of him.

His eyes distrustfully looked up and down me before meeting my eyes. "Are you okay," I ask him. He doesn't answer as he shifts so he is sitting, which is unusual since he always talks to me.

"Christine, don't waste your time," I hear Raoul say behind me. "Let's head back."

I groan in irritation and turn around. "Raoul," I groan irritated. "Will you give me a min-." I stop mid-sentence when I see Raoul pale slightly. That's when I feel a coarse rope wrap around my neck.

My hands fly up to my neck where the rope is digging into my neck. I watch as Raoul pulls his sword out and rush to me. The rope tightens around my neck, causing me gasp. "Another step Vicomte and she dies," I hear the Phantom growl from behind.

I feel tears well in my eyes. Why would he do this? I thought he cared for me, like I do for him...... Yes, I do love him; I'm just too late now to tell him.

"Let her go, you freak," I hear Raoul yell, pulling me from my thoughts.

"I will when you get up on your horse and leave," the Phantom says with an unusual calm.

"And what if I don't," Raoul asks, surprising me.

"Then I tighten this rope a little more and she dies."

Black dots begin to fill my vision and my hands fall to my sides as I watch Raoul back away. I feel the rope loosen ever so slightly as Raoul climbs onto his horse before reluctantly riding away. Darkness has almost completely taken my vision as the rope is removed from my neck.

I gasp and cough for air as I put my hands on the ground to steady myself. As air fills my lungs, the gasping and coughing slows a little. The cold air nips my red hot cheeks as I wipe away a tear that slipped from my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I hear a voice say behind me.

Anger fills me as I turn around. "You think that's all it takes to make me forgive you," I say, loudly.

I watch the Phantom as his anger filled eyes meet mine. "I don't expect you too," he says. "I just wanted you to know that I am."

I stare back into eyes, anger still coursing through me. "You could have killed me," I yell.

"I know," he says. "I wouldn't have let it go that far though. I would have only pulled it to where you passed out. I knew Raoul would leave before you passed out, but if you did pass out, he would've thought you were dead."

I don't know whether to think that he's incredibly smart or incredibly stupid. "Why would you do that to me," I ask.

"Because I wanted to talk to you," he says. "Alone."

"There are easier ways to ask someone to talk to you," I say, harshly.

"I knew that if I asked to talk to you at the Opera House, you would have run away," he says as he walks closer to me.

"Why would you think I would run," I ask, a little hurt that he would think that.

"Because of everything that I have done," he says. "Carlotta's croaking, killing Boquet, the chandelier crashing, and ruining the masquerade ball is only what I have recently done."

I nod, remembering those events. "Yes, you have done all those things," I say. "But that doesn't mean I won't completely stop talking to you."

"Be honest, would you have talked to me if I approached you at the Opera House," he asks.

I look down. "No," I say. "But choking me was not a good choice either."

"I know," he says. "But I truly am sorry, Christine."

I sigh and look back up at him. "I know you are," I say. "It may take a while, but I will forgive you."

"I don't deserve your forgiveness," he says, turning away from me.

I feel pity run through me as I walk up behind him. "Asking for forgiveness means you're humbling yourself and that alone is a good enough reason for me to forgive you," I say. I raise up one of my hands and gently place it on his shoulder.

I feel his body tense up before relaxing a little. He then turns around and looks into my eyes. I return the gaze and feel love well inside me. I think he feels it too because before long I see him leaning closer to me as I do as well. My mind is telling me to stop, but my heart tells says to kiss him. And, like before, my heart wins.

The kiss is unlike anything I have ever felt before. All the times I have kissed Raoul couldn't even be compared to this. His kiss is full of love and passion. I wrap my arms around his neck as I feel his go around my waist. Eventually we both pull away and I feel the phantom place his forehead against mine.

"I've wanted to do that for a while now," he says.

I smile. I then realize something. "What's your name," I ask.

"Erik," he says. "Erik Destler."

"Erik," I say. "It suits you."

I see the smallest smile appear on his face, causing my own to grow. I then feel a heaviness around my neck. I reach behind and undo the clasp to the chain that has the engagement ring gave me on it. I look at the ring in my hand before throwing it across the graveyard.

I see look back at Erik, who looks confused. "Why did you do that," he asks.

"Because I made a mistake getting engaged to Raoul," I say. "I thought I made the right choice, but everything felt off. And then the night of the masquerade when we were so close.....That's when I knew I made the wrong choice; I want to be with you."

I watch Erik's eyes fill with happiness. "I have always wished that this day would come," he says. "I never dreamed that it would happen though." I wrap my arms around Erik's waist as he hugs me back. "At last, my dream has come true."