Once Christine's secret daughter ends up in the Phantom's twisted story, will love win over all? And will peace ever come to this angel in hell?

"You will help me get Christine and make her love me...Then the Viscount will surely notice you." Erik unexpectedly teams up with a childhood friend of Christine and Raoul over a common goal. He wants Christine. She wants Raoul. But can two people who were never shown love all their lives find love? EC w/o Raoul-bashing.

When Christine Daae becomes the new owner of the Opera Populaire, she is forces to deal with the famed Opera Ghost. What will happen when their two worlds collide?

Approaching the old opera house was much more difficult than Christine Daaé had imagined. Not because of the fallen debris, or the scorched marble staircase she had to climb to reach the top. Nor was it the bittersweet memories that began to flash through a deep and pushed away piece of her consciousness when she managed to open the door that lead inside. No, what was difficult was the task she had set for herself, the entire reason she was there: to find Erik. (Editing)

Christine longs to see her former angel. Tragedy and angst. One shot. Trigger warning.

Startled by the unexpected passionate kiss from Christine Daaé, Erik came to realize that he needed to set her free with Raoul De Chagny from his abominable grasp. Christine was given her freedom on that fateful night, forced by her fallen angel of music to leave before the angry mob arrived. Erik was prepared to give in, to let death come upon him- after escaping from the lair- when he witnessed an attack on Christine and Raoul nearby the burned opera house. This situation forced him to return, stepping into her life once again, which sooner led the both of them to an unexpected journey of life.

It's simple. Christine dies and Erik is facing a challenge to raise his son while battleing his grief. Hope you'll enjoy!

"Kiss me one last time my angel" He held his angel of music close to his trembling chest as the last bit of life had left her once lively eyes. He softly pressed his lips to his loves icy cold lips that for once night long ago he called his own. Her lifeless body he held in his strong arms as the small girl, the product of the two, came and rested her head on Christine's departed body. He was all she had, and she was all he had left. His little angel. *CONSTANTLY UNDER EDITING*

She has a decision to make; stay with the man who once inspired her voice, or the man who rescued her scarf? This is the story of a chocolate haired girl who chose her angel of music. Genre: Love, drama, mystery, and sacrifice

POTO Christine + Erik stories; be prepared for weirdness, fluff, and screaming divas.