Rachel's POV

I woke up to a knock on my door at sometime earlier in the morning. It was just dawn. I thought it was Raoul, sigh, again. He's been standing outside my door every night for the past how many weeks. My Irene, it's so awkward in the morning.

I open the door and see Christine and before I could say anything, she put a finger to her lips. I peaked over to see Raoul, asleep in the chair outside of the door.

"Get dressed," Christine told me, "We're going to go to visit father."

This is the part of the musical where Christine goes to the cemetery to visit her father's grave. Erik comes along and tries to win her over again. Then Raoul steps in and a bunch of crazy stuff happens.

"Okay," I whisper back and shut the door. I found a dark blue cloak and dress similar to the stage production. I put them on before sneaking out of the room. I met with Christine down the stairs. I felt like we were teenagers sneaking to some party without our father's consent. We reached the open carriage.

"To my father's grave please," Christine told him as we left. We headed through the foggy and snowy streets, till we reached the gates. I didn't notice it go by, my mind was in the lair.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name-

"Rachel," Christine snapped me out of my thoughts as we were getting off the carriage, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I cleared my head, "I'm fine."

"You can visit your parents here too if you want," Christine offered.

"No, it's okay," I reassured her with a wry smile, "I'll be okay."

"You're sure?" she asked before I nodded, "Okay."

She grabbed a red rose bouquet and stood right beside me as we walked slowly past the gates of the cemetery. The fog was a little more ominous now that we're surrounded by all of the memorials and graves. I started to think of Erik, and how he's been gone since I've come back.

"You were once, my one companion," I started to sing, "You were all that mattered."

"You were once a friend and father," Christine sang with tears in her eyes, probably thinking of Erik as not being the angel she once thought he was.

"Then my world was shattered," we sang together.

"Wishing you were somehow here again," I sang.

"Wishing you were somehow near," Christine followed with her voice.

"Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here," we sang together.

"Wishing I could hear your voice again," I sang, thinking of when Erik and I sang together.

"Knowing that I never would," Christine sang.

"Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could."

"Passing bells," I sang looking around the cemetery, "and sculpted angels."

"Cold and monumental," Christine responded, "Seem for you
The wrong companions."

"You were warm and gentle," I sang with a sad smile.

Christine and I reached the memorial of her father, Gustave Daae. I couldn't help but get emotional by looking at it.

"Too many years," I sang before Christine echoed, "Fighting back tears."

"Why can't the past just die?" We sang together, "Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing me must say goodbye."

"Try to forgive," Christine sang joining her arm with mine.

"Teach me to live," I sang back looking back at her.

"Give me the strength to try," we harmonized.

"No more memories," Christine sang.

"No more silent tears," I demanded myself.

"No more gazing across
The wasted years," We sang before finally reaching the memorial.

"Help me say goodbye," Christine sang softly as I squeezed her shoulder.

"Help me say goodbye," I joined her, letting the last note ring through the air. For a while after that we just sat, huddled together in the silence and stillness of the air.

"Can I talk with him, for a few minutes?" I ask Christine, "Alone?"

"Yeah, just for a few minutes," Christine nodded leaving the roses, "I'll be in the carriage, but I'm coming back if you're not there in five minutes."

"Alright," I nodded in understanding and she walked away. I bowed my head and closed my eyes trying to regain my composure.

"Wandering child
So lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance..." I heard a voice from above the monument. I recognized it as Erik's.

"Angel or father
Friend or Phantom?" I sang, asking what side he decides to reveal to me, "Who is it there staring?"

"Have you forgotten your angel?" he asked me.

"Angel oh speak," I decided to play along, "What endless longings
Echo in these whispers?"

"Too long you've wandered in winter
Far from my fathering gaze," he sang, poking his head from the sloped roof of the monument. His eyes weren't cold, they were apologetic.

"Wildly my mind beats against you," I sang looking up at him.

"You resist," Erik sings.

"Yet my soul obeys," I sang as Erik sang, "Yet your soul obeys."

"Angel of music
I've denied you
Turning from true beauty
Angel of music
My protector
Come to me strange angel!" I sang as I walked up the stairs of the monument. Christine and Raoul will kill me if they come soon, but I need time with Erik.

"I am your angel of music
Come to me angel of music," Erik beckoned. I was about to open my mouth to speak to him when someone else called my name. Wait no two voices. It was Christine and Raoul on a white horse.

"Raoul-" I try to stop him, but he's dismounted off the horse with a sword in his hand.

"Whatever you believe, this man, this thing, is not your father."

"Please, just let her go," Christine called out to Erik.

I was about to interject when Erik called out in a taunting manner, "Bravo Monsieur, such spirited words," before a fireball flares upon the two. I looked on in horror.

"More tricks, monsieur?" Raoul asks, his taunting manner gone.

"Let's see, monsieur, how far you dare go!" Erik told him, unleashing another fireball.

"More deception! More violence!" Raoul yelled as another one flew past him.

"Raoul, no!" I demand, stepping between the two to get them to stop and step away from each other. The two of them being typical men, that doesn't work.

"That's right, that's right, Monsieur! Keep walking this way!" Erik told him, not quitting, "You can't win her love by making her your prisoner!"

"Raoul!" Christine yelled, trying to help him.

"No, stay back!" Raoul warned her, and beckoned for me to step back as well.

"I'm here, I'm here, Monsieur: the angel of death!" Erik told him unleashing another fireball, but this time it missed and landed near my feet, sending me to the ground. I look up from my place there and beg for Erik to stop, but he didn't give me one glance.

"Come on, come on, Monsieur! Don't stop, don't stop!" he taunted as Raoul grabbed me by the arm to help me up. I rush over to Christine to prevent her from running into this situation. Who knows what could happen to us.

"Raoul! Come back..." Christine pleaded and Raoul looked back at her. His eyes softened from the vengeance he felt before and nodded. They took each of my side and ushered me to the horse. I climbed with no hesitation, them sandwiching me between them as we rode off. I took one last look at Erik before facing forward, but not before I heard him say one thing.

"Don't go! So be it! Now let it be war upon the three of you!"

A/N: Two videos, so they're at the bottom.

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

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Wandering Child/Bravo Monsieur

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