HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE it is!

~2 years after the burning of the opera house~

Emilie stared down at the newspaper, she couldn't believe her eyes, "MAN BEHIND THE TERROR, OPERA GHOST HAS BEEN CONFIRMED DEAD" she couldn't breath as she looked down at the paper. In ragged breaths, Emilie nearly screamed, Christine knocked on the door, "Emilie. I have our te-, mon dieu! What's wrong?!" there was silence, the storm outside raged as Emilie handed Christine the newspaper. Looking down at the ring that was connected to the chain that held the pendant, "Emilie," Christine wanted to cry as well, not for the same reason as Emilie, but also for Emilie. "I'm so sorry," Christine whispered, "he wasn't going to come back was he?" Emilie hadn't looked up, she just looked at the pendant and ring. "I'm not sure," Emilie finally looked up, her dark blue gown shifted as she moved, handing the pendant to Christine, along with the ring. Christine just looked at her friend as Emilie closed Christine's hand around the two objects, then swiftly going to her room, hoping to forget this in time.

~6 complete years after leaving the opera house~

"Auntie Emi! Auntie Emi!" Gustav skipped across the yard, smiling at Emilie as she played the violin, (Phantom of the Opera - Lindsey Sterling) Gustav enjoyed it as they danced around the yard. Emilie seemed to float, but then brought herself back down before it was too late, playing slower, before starting again. Gustav closed his eyes and hummed to the music, Emilie smiled. Gustav danced with her as she played, making her smile even more. "Will she ever leave," Alana hissed, Alana Durand and her husband, William, had been friends for awhile, and it was obvious that she had a disliking for her. Christine couldn't place why, "why the loathing towards Emilie?" Christine asked, "she's a street rat," Alana hissed without missing a beat. Raoul kept a silent composure, "she's not a street rat, she was the finest violin player at the Opera Populaire, and when we were there she was also my childhood friend," Christine spat. "Yes," Alana laughed through her nose, "but Madame, she is nothing more than just a violin player, she haven't even a husband-," Raoul interjected, "her fiancé died four years ago," the room grew silent, "then, she could perhaps find a new one." Christine slammed her cup down, "this man had saved her life twice," she growled, after Emilie had come to live with her, she told her everything she remembered. "He was her friend and mentor, and nothing can replace that," Raoul looked at her, Christine looked at Raoul, "he was my friend to, but nothing compared to how much care he had for Emilie, the same care I have for my husband." Raoul coughed again, "perhaps it is time to part," William and Raoul agreed.
As everyone got up, a blonde man came through the door, "ah! Monsieur VanHelsing, what can we do for you?" Raoul shook hands with Victor, and then he looked to Christine before kissing her hand. "Well, I've been informed to give the Prima Donna and her family a trip, to Transylvania, in the Theatre of Cluj," Emilie entered then, everyone turned to her. "Emilie would you like to go on a trip with us?" Christine asked. Victor, Christine, and Raoul looked at her with smiles on their faces, "sure, where are we going?"