Poto One-Shots

After The Performance

*Erik's POV*

After Christine's amazing performance, I decided to bring her to my lair. I think it was time for her to meet me. I was excited for Christine to finally meet me; I just hoped she wouldn't ask about my mask. As soon as Christine was finished with her performance, I raced to the chapel, knowing that is where she would go.

Once I got to the chapel, I saw Christine kneeling in front of her father's candle; she looks so beautiful. She was still wearing the white dress she performed in, making her look like a true angel, not a pretend like me. The crystal stars in her hair and crystal star earning sparkled in the candle light, making her look even more angelic. She looked a little upset as she looked at her father's candle, maybe I can make her feel better.

"Brava, brava, bravissima," I sing to her.

I see Christine's face light up and I feel happiness surge through me. She actually is happy that I am here. I am about to talk to her when I hear another voice.

"Christine, Christine," I hear another voice sing, coming into the chapel.

"Meg Giry," I think angrily. "Why is she here?" Maybe if I sing to Christine again, she will have Meg go away. "Christine," I sing again.

"Where in the world have you been hiding, really you were perfect," I hear Meg sing. Christine looks right at Meg, seeming to have ignored me. I sigh sadly, knowing she won't talk to me. I leave the chapel and race down to my lair.

Laying right on the piano, where I left it, was the rose I have for Christine. I pick the rose up and examine it. The bright red petals contrasted beautifully with the dark green stem, which I removed all the thorns from. I felt like something was missing; I needed to add my personal touch. I look around my lair for anything that would let Christine know that the rose is from me. Then something catches my eye, a black silk ribbon. I walk over and pick up the ribbon. "Perfect," I think. I quickly tie the ribbon around the stem into a perfect bow. "Now, I need to find Madame Giry so she can give this to Christine," I think.

I race up through the dark catacombs, choosing the ones that lead to Madame Giry's office. I make it to the end of the catacombs and enter Madame Giry's office. Thankfully, she is there, but about to leave. "Madame Giry, wait," I call after her.

She jumps and covers her mouth before turning around to look at me. She is dressed in her usual outfit, a black dress with matching black shoes with her hair pulled into its usual tight bun. "Erik," she says, a little angry. "What are you doing here?"

"Are going to see Christine," I ask her, completely ignoring her question.

"Yes I am," Madame Giry answers. "She has a lot of fans now that you have shown Paris her singing ability."

"I need you to give her this," I say, handing her the rose. "And tell her that I am pleased with her performance."

Madame Giry is about to tell me something, but I don't l stay to listen. I quickly enter the catacombs and head to Christine's dressing room. With the mirror in view, I quicken my pace. I make it to the mirror, just as Madame Giry and Christine enter the room.

"Go away," I hear Madame Giry say sharply to some people trying to get in. Madame Giry quickly closes the door and turns to Christine. She smiles at Christine. "You did well tonight," I hear her say. Then pulling the rose out from behind her, she hands it to Christine. "He is pleased," she say before leaving Christine.

I see Christine smile and tug on the silk ribbon as she walks over to her vanity. She sits down and continues to play with the ribbon. I decide to let Christine know I'm here, but just as I am about to say something, the door opens.

A boy, about twenty, enters the room. He is wearing an expensive black suit, that is partially covered by the huge vase of flowers he is holding. He has dirty blonde hair that goes down to about an inch above his shoulders. "That boy needs a haircut," I think as the boy closes the door behind him.

"Little Lotte let her mind wonder," I hear the boy say, setting the flowers down before walking towards Christine.

I see Christine smile and look at the boy. "Raoul," I hear her say.

"She knows him," I think. "How?"

"Little Lotte thought am I founder of dolls or of goblins of shoes or of riddles of frogs," the boy, who is named Raoul, says as he continues to walk towards Christine.

"Those picnics in the attic," Christine says in voice that sounds like she's thinking of a memory.

"Are of chocolates," Raoul finishes as he kneels in front off Christine.

"It's so good to see you again," Christine says with a smile.

"I can say the same," Raoul says.

I stand there fuming with rage. I don't even listen to their conversation. "I can't believe that ignorant fop," I think angrily. "What gives him the right to just walk into her dressing room, unannounced?!" I look back over at them through the mirror and I can't believe my eyes. Christine is hugging that fool. But Christine does something that surprises me. She pushes the boy away.

"Raoul," she says. "It was great to see you again, but I really need to be alone; I've had a long night. But I would like it if we could talk tomorrow."

The boy looks shocked, like someone just slapped him. "Oh," he says. "I understand. I'll see you tomorrow then." The boy then quickly leaves.

I hear Christine sigh. "Now," she says, getting up. "I should change into something more comfortable before I try to find my angel." I watch as Christine walks behind the divider to change. While she changes, I begin to think. "She really wants to see me," I think shocked. "I didn't think she liked me that much; I'm just her singing teacher. What if she has feelings for me?" I shake the thought from my head. "That's impossible; she could never love a monster like me."

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Christine's voice. "Angel," I hear. "Angel, where are you? I want to hear your voice again."

"I am here," I say.

"I hope I pleased you with my performance tonight," she says.

"You did amazing tonight," I say. "I have no words that describe how well you did tonight."

I see Christine blush. "I am so glad I pleased you," she says.

"You did so well, that I think it is time for you to see me, in person," I say.

I see Christine's mouth open and I smile. "Really," she asks in disbelief.

"Only if you like to see me," I say.

"Yes, I would love to see you in person," she say excitedly.

"Look into your mirror and you will see me," I say, stepping closer to the mirror so I will be visible.

I watch as Christine turns and looks at the mirror. I see her eyes light up with joy and happiness. "It's you," she says happily. "I finally get to see my angel of music."

"I can show you more if you come to me," I say extending my hand towards her. I watch as she begins to walk towards me. I quickly make sure part of the mirror is open, which it is, so she can come to me. As Christine enters the mirror, I offer her my hand and she quickly accepts it. And that began one of the best nights of my life.

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Hey guys. I am soooooooo sorry for not updating this in so long. I have had a bad case of writers block for these one-shots. I hope this long one makes up for this. And I am writing a new story :D I should have chapter one up either tomorrow or Saturday, most likely tomorrow. Anyway, thank you all for your support, follows, votes, and comments. You guys are the best! :)