Disclaimer: Don't own Phantom of the Opera.

AN- A few one shots of holiday's w/ Christine/Erik. First one is…. Hallows Eve! Don't take this seriously at all, it's a sad attempt at some romantic humor. Christine knows her angel is a man, and had allowed Erik to somewhat court her. Here we go. Reviews are welcome, so are flames.

The night sky. Even through Paris's smog, you could see the stars shining brightly, and the pale moonlight lighting the roof of the Opera house, casting scary shadows on the stone gargoyles and making the cherubs look evil.

She stood on the rooftop, her basket full of sweets hooked on a gargoyle's wing and her big blue eyes drinking in the night beauty.

She was dressed in her Hallows Eve costume, an elegant yet simple white dress, complete with angel wings and a fake gold halo that she'd placed on her head as a headpiece.

The playful wind swept her curls into her face before blowing them away again.

Tonight the opera house was full of drunks, lovers, and people she'd rather not hang around with the entire night. She'd snuck up to the rooftop to get away from these people. Especially Carlotta and her new lover. If she wasn't singing like a monkey, she was making out with him. A sight that would make even the drunkest person run screaming with their hands over their eyes.

She watched as clouds filled the horizon, and darkened into grayish black. Big, fat flakes of snow fell onto her eyelashes, and like a child she stuck her tongue out to catch some more.

It began to get too cold for Christine on the rooftop. Even the lair wasn't as cold as she was at the moment. Her dress was covered in wet snow and soaked, and so was her cloak. With a sigh of regret, she went back indoors, and trudged to her dressing room.

She locked the door before she removed her soaked clothing, and after shoving the much thicker nigh shift on she jumped into her bed and crawled under the covers until the only thing seen was her head.

Soon her shivers subsided, and she was nice and toasty. But all the noise the other opera patrons were making kept her from going to sleep. Lying in her warm bed was the option she preferred than getting felt up by a drunken fool.

Or she could go down and see what Erik was doing.

She groaned into her pillow. She'd gone the entire day without thinking of him. That wasn't a bad thing, she just didn't want to be obsessing over someone.

When she really thought about it, her father would've approved of him. The age difference was a little much, but it wasn't like he was manipulating her for his sexual desires.

And he was a very handsome man. Raven black hair slicked back, nice broad muscles; dark blue eyes that'd melt any girl's heart, a voice from heaven and the singing capability of making any girl his slave. He'd probably already be taken if it weren't for his face.

And she didn't mind that he was deformed, if anything it made him sexier. Especially when he wore the full mask to hide his flaw. She'd seen his face only a couple of time; once when she'd ripped the mask off, and the last time he'd been sleeping and had knocked it off in the middle of the night. He had no nose, skin that was red and purple, and huge white pus filled bubbles that looked like they were about to pop. You could feel his forehead bones; the skin there was stretched so tightly. She'd actually watched him sleep all night, and had silently accepted him for his looks.

In some ways, she already was his. Her heart and soul had accepted him, while her brain fought the feelings she was beginning to feel.

Now she'd never get to sleep. Her brain was now trying once again to convince the rest of her body that Erik didn't belong with her.

Finally she got her brain to shut up, and was just dozing off to sleep when she heard the mirror slide open.

Immediately all sleeping thoughts flew from her mind. Inappropriate bed sharing thoughts entered, but she somewhat pushed those to the very back of her mind.

She heard him come closer, and felt him sit on the edge of the bed. Which was only a few inches away from her. If she moved any, she'd hit him.

Her heart was already trying to give her a heart attack. She tried to relax her breathing to the way that someone breathes while they're sleeping, but that didn't work either.

She heard him slide his leather gloves off. He had beautiful hands, long and elegant. Even decent fingernails. That was only after she'd pinned down his hands long enough to file them. A memory that still made her laugh.

Christine was not someone who could stay still for long periods of time. Even in her pretend sleep, her body wanted to move in some way.

So she rolled from her stomach to the side where Erik was sitting.

And collided with his head.

CRACK!

Christine sat up in bed, holding her head in her hands and trying to keep her tears at bay. "Ow…" she muttered, tears streaming down her face.

"Are you ok Christine?" He asked in that todo die for voice, before tenderly pulling her against his chest and checking her head for any bumps.

She couldn't answer. Even while she was crying from the headache her heart was doing a happy dance inside.

He continued stroking her curls, and rubbing her temple, and calming her down with his heart beat and exotic scent.

"I brought you're goody basket in Christine. My music has been keeping me from seeing you today, or I would've been up sooner." He said, kissing her temple.

If it was any more possible, her insides melted beyond the point they usually did.

He lowered his face to hers and peered into her eyes. "Why weren't you out in the hallways sharing your pastries?"

She sniffed and muttered "Too many drunk people."

He laughed his musical laugh, and kissed her cheek. "True, true. I followed you onto the rooftop. Your costume suited you."

His eyes darkened at the word costume, and his voice got an even deeper timbre when he asked, "Have you ever been kissed before Christine?"

She didn't answer him, for he'd already claimed her mouth.

This was defiantly not the Erik she was used to. He must have had something to drink to get this physical. But oh, even for someone who had never been kissed before in his life, he was good.

She pulled away, from lack of air. He was so close. She'd never noticed how blue his eyes were.

And then he ripped himself away. Untangled himself from her, stumbled to the mirror, kept whispering apologizes, and basically left her.

She ripped the covers off and opened the mirror, before following him down.

"Erik!" She called as she ran down the passageways. Slightly worried for his sanity, and wanting more kisses, she got to the lake, only seeing him nearly paddling off in the gondola.

"Go back up Christine." He said emotionless. She managed to grab on the end of the Gondola, and stopped his escape.

"You can't run from me." She whispered. She climbed into the gondola, and stared at him. "Do you even realize what you're doing to me?"

She inched herself closer to him, and grabbed a hand. "I know how I feel, but not knowing how you feel is killing me. Do you love me?"

He barely nodded through his shock. His blue eyes were wide and fearful.

"Then take me home." She said. She eased her small body into his cloak's embrace, and breathed in his scent.

"Christine… I love you." He whispered, giving her a kiss on the top of the head before rowing to his home.

"Happy Hallows Eve," she whispered, kissing the area where his heart lay.

AN- So, ya'll want more? Please leave feedback and tell me!