Yeah, so my school is going to be using the Phantom of the Opera theme song, so I watched the movie, and that was it. I was hooked. I haven't read the book (yet), or seen the live version (yet), so this is completely based on the movie. Except for the Phantom's real name. I was going through all the fanfic for this and saw that they all used Eric, so I'm assuming that was his name in the book or live version.

Summary-A sequel to The Phantom of the Opera. Phantom/Christine. I'd love to kill Raoul but I can't; it would change the story too much. Ah well.

Rating-T

One thing, Raoul and Christine aren't married yet. For arguments sake, lets just say she was recovering from what happened.

Chapter One

The crowd sprang up and applauded. Christine smiled and curtsied for them. The people threw roses at her, but she ignored them; they brought back painful memories. She glanced at Raoul, but he wasn't in his box. She frowned a little, wondering where he was. Probably already in her room, waiting to congratulate her on a wonderful performance.

It was six months since the fire. Some mysterious person had donated enough money for the opera house to be restored after the fires were mysteriously quenched. It was even more beautiful than before. Tonight was the grand re-opening.

Christine bowed once more and rushed off stage. The people around her congratulated her. She just nodded and rushed off in the direction of her rooms. She rounded the corner and stopped short she couldn't believe it.

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The Phantom sat in front of the organ. His hands were at his sides. The notes and words that normally came easily had disappeared. He couldn't write a single aria, let alone an entire opera. He growled and threw his hands up.

He had been in a terrible mood since Christine had left him. Nothing went his way anymore. The new owners of the opera house didn't even know he was there. The world thought he was gone.

But no. Instead, he was in a new cavern, still under the opera house. Somehow, he had managed to get the organ into his new cavern, along with the bed Christine had slept in.

It was to this bed now that he went. He had never changed the sheets, and her scent was still there, lavender and lilac.

Just as the Phantom was about to drift off he heard a noise. It was crying. And he recognized it very much.

Sorry to the Cat Returns and MKR people, but in the words of Yarning Chick, what the muse says goes. Oh, and my disclaimer: I don't own anything. None of this, except what you don't recognize. Although, I would dearly love to own the Phantom… J