"What's wrong?" she asked her Angel. Her eyes glistened with concern. "You were told the Opera Ghost preys on innocent girls yet you detest against the word? Why?" She looked down quite embarrassed to be confronted on the matter. "I have." she sounded as the guilt was eating her away. He knelt down in front of her and held his hands in hers a kind gesture that he didn't know he was capable of.

"I didn't mean to.. It just happened." She sounded almost apologetic. "I.. broke your rules..can you forgive me?" She looked at him waiting for him to respond anything to know he heard her. "What rules have been broken?" he asked. He wanted her to reveal everything to spare him the bandage of kindness. "You said not to dribble on physical presences but when you played piano I couldn't resist and from the corner of my eye I saw you. I realize now that it means nothing and I worry to much but I felt as if my heart was torn."

"Christine, I am to blame. I tempted you and you were powerless to resist." Powerless was the only word that could describe how he made her feel. "I also found a suitor." Before he could respond he heard footsteps creep closer. He return to the shadows once again before he was seen. "Christine!" Meg screamed as she dragged Christine by the arm. Christine was still dressed in her ballet practice dress. Meg was already dressed in her normal attire.
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"Meg, you're gonna leave a bruise." Christine whined as Meg lead her to a man being flocked by many girls. "So be it." Meg joked as she finally let go. Christine rubbed her arm as she walked not paying attention to her surroundings. Tripping on a slight bump on the rug falling right into the man's arms. "Hi, there." The man greeted as Christine tried to collect herself. "I'm so sorry." She looked at him. He had a charming charisma about him.

"I'm Christine Daaè." She smiled not wanting to dwindle in his arms for too long. "Daaè? Your father doesn't happen to be the famous violinist?" He asked a little to engareedly making her a little uncomfortable. "Yes, monsieur."  To everyone's surprise he embraced her in his arms sliding his hand down her back. She tired to push away but she only manage to lean back into his grip. "Excuse me!" she yelled irritated by his actions. She added a hard slap to his cheek for extra measure. Gasps echoed the room.

"Did she just slap the Vicounte?" a girl muttered. "I think she did." another girl replied. The Vicounte batted his blue eyes in utter shock. Never in a million years would he everything Christine Daaè had the audacity to slap him. "You hit me." he said releasing her to rub his now red cheek. "And you grabbed my butt."  She replied  angrily. "It's not my fault your so short." He smirked. A dumb little smirk that Christine thought was a bit cute.

"My stature has nothing to do with were your hands go." She argued. He found his childhood friend absolustly adorble. "Yes, but they have everything to do were my hands wandered."
Christine not knowing how to respond stuck her tongue out at him. The was about most unladylike thing she could do.

"By the way, names Viscount Raoul de Chagny." He stand adding a seductive wink at the end of his name. He looked at her as if that name and title  was a automatic pass for groping her infront her coworkers. "Title doesn't mean a thing if you can't live up to it." She scolded. Raoul raised a eyebrow. Did she not recognize his name? The name of her childhood companion. "Christine, do you still have that scarf?" She cocked her head in utter confusion.

This man was unbelievable just unbelievable. "You know the red one?" He continued. Christine stood there speechless. She had no idea what he was talking about. "After all that effort of fetching it from the sea. Our governess had the biggest fit when we return all covered in sea and sand." Christine then remembered being nine and hanging out with a thirteen year old boy who she considered her prince charming.

"Considered our romantic past ruined. You gropped me." She said wrapping her arms around herself to protect herself from her past feelings. "I could always tell your friends here what you told me when I turned fifteen and no longer needed a governess." He teased. She blushed profusely. "I was twelve! Don't hold that against me!"

Raoul as effortless as Prince carries his princess, held Christine bridal style. She tried to hide her shame with her hands. She couldn't face the gawking girls that let him leave the room with her shamelessly in his arms. He stopped and addressed his adoring fangirls. "She told me that I should find her. Whisk her off her feet because that's what Prince's do. And then we'll live happily ever after." Christine was not the only girl blushing most were aweing or shrieking at the pure fairytale stereotype that he was recreating.

He carried Christine to her room which wasn't very far. She couldn't face him. Not after what he did. "Christine, you can't hide behind your hands forever." "Watch me." He gently peeled her hands off her face. "Now, little lotte, you can't have your Prince Charming leave without a kiss, now can you?" "You think your cheeky don't you?" "The cheekiest.." he said leaning towards her. She wasn't going to stop him. She looked into his blue eyes which found at that moment oddly satisfying to look at.

He put one hand her her dark curly hair. She wanted to abandon all rational thought. To kiss Raoul the walking contradiction. Pervert one minute, then Prince Charming the next. She forgot in that moment with whom she fell in love with these past three years all she could think about was being eye to eye with her Prince.

Lips, barely touching when they heard a crash a very alarming crash. A sound that was in fact from her Ange, not that she never he was behind her bedroom mirror. He had smashed his fist in the lantern he held. "Did you hear that?" Christine asked worried that her Angel was angry with her. "Raoul, you have to go." Christine ordered. Before he could answer he found himself on the other side of her locked bedroom door. Not at all how he thought this night would end.

"Christine!" Her Angel ferociously spat. A tone he never heard him use before. She tensed up. She broke a rule. "Angel?" she innocently question as a child that was caught stealing a extra cookie. "Is he the suitor you spoke of?" He step out the mirror he hid in. "No.." she hesitantly replied. "Christine," he gently called as he tilted her chin so his eyes could lock on her's. She looked at his hands. The first time she had noticed them with gloves to cover them. His right hand was bleeding shards of glass still present.

"Your hand!" She said in a panicked tone. She then looked for her eyebrow tweezers, a bowl of water, a towel, and wrapping to care for his wound. " So you did make that noise? Why for? Why injure yourself?" She question as plucked the shards from his hand. He did whine or twitch but she was sure he felt the pain. "Christine, I dare not think of what that fool would do to you if I didn't intervene." Christine looked at him and sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"