I'm backkkkkkkkkkk. Thought that you saw the last of me? Yeah, think again. I am back with PART 2 of Young Love, my wonderfully successful story here in Phantom of the Opera land. Of course, if this is your first time entering my little world, you can still just read this story, but reading Young Love would be just cool for me! It has so much fluff and love that, oh, it makes my heart feel fluffy! Okay, okay, getting back to business. I hope that my old readers and my new readers will love this story just as much as Young Love. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: If I ever marry Gerald Butler, buy all the rights to all Phantom of the Opera books or be in any of the movies, I will let you know. Until then, I own nothing. Not even Gerald Butler :(

Christine opened her eyes and sighed happily. She rolled over but was upset when she did not feel the normal warm lump that was her husband, Erik. She sat up and looked around. His mask was still the side table meaning that he was still in the lair that was their home, and the organ music coming the main room was obviously from Erik playing. Christine smiled.

In the five years of marriage that they had shared, Christine had begun to get used to Erik's strange habits, including getting up in the morning and playing organ music. Christine was still the Prima Donna of the opera and was still one of the most popular singers that the opera had ever had They had not yet gotten pregnant, like most couples would be by now, but Christine was not worried. She knew that God would choose the time for her to either get pregnant or even just not have children. With just Erik by her side, she knew that she would be happy for the rest of their days.

Christine pushed the covers away and got up, putting on a robe over her thin nightgown. She walked out to the main room and watched Erik as he played.

He had stopped wearing his mask in their home. Christine had gotten used to his face and Erik was now comfortable without his mask on. He still wore it out of the lair, but he always took it off when he came back.

Christine stopped reminiscing and went up behind Erik, covering his eyes. "Guess who."

Erik smiled under her hands. "Could it be the love of my life? Or maybe the women whom I had just spent a lovely evening with?"

Christine blushed and removed her hands. "I would hope both." They shared a kiss for a minute before Erik took her in his lap and placed his hands over hers and began to move them over the organ.

"Time for a lesson." Christine stuck her lips out causing Erik to laugh. "I know that you are not enjoying the lessons but you wanted to learn to the play the organ and I plan on teaching you. Now, let me teach you a few new keys."

Christine became swept up in the lesson, leaving all thoughts out.

Christine bent down to straighten her stocking as she waited for her cue to get on stage. It was opening night for the play La Nina, the wonderful romance between a girl in an arranged marriage and her husband who did not know how to show his feelings toward her. Christine had been practicing over and over again to master this piece and was now ready to get going.

Finally she heard her cue and walked on. She let the emotion of the play sweep over her and take her away, imagining that it was Erik who played her husband, not Pierre Note. She knew that Erik was watching her from his assigned box beside the stage and that she was singing really for him.

After the play, she walked to her room, aware that Erik was watching her from above. She wanted to go down to the lair, but she felt as though she could just fall on her bed and go to sleep right there. She lifted her pinky finger as she opened her door, the signal to Erik that she was staying in her room that night. She knew that he would not like it, but she just wanted to go to bed right then and let her voice relax.

She walked into her bedroom and changed into her nightgown. As she moved her covers back, she heard a knock on her door. She went over and opened it.

A man that she recognized as one of the workers backstage stood before her.

"Good evening, mousier." Christine greeted the man, hoping that he would just go away.

The man pushed her back and closed her door. Christine suddenly felt alert and watched the man as he pulled a knife from his pocket. Fear filled her and she tried to run past him. He stopped her and pushed her down to the bed, where he began to kiss her neck. Christine tried to scream, but the man covered her mouth with his hand.

"If I were you, I would be silent or I will kill you now. Of course, I will kill you later, but you might want to live a little longer." Christine struggled against the man as he began to kiss down her neck and to untie the knot around her waist that kept her nightgown closed.

Christine pulled her arm out and reached for her night stand, hoping to reach something that could be used as a weapon. She worked faster as she felt him begin to rip her nightgown off after giving up on the knot.

Finally she was able to reach a vase and brought it down upon his head, knocking him out. She quickly got up and ran for it, out her door and toward the roof top, not thinking she pulled what was left of her nightgown closer.

Erik stood on the roof top, admiring the stars.

After getting the signal from Christine that she would be spending the night in her bedroom, Erik came up here to admire a sight that was beautiful, but not as beautiful as his dear Christine.

Suddenly, the sound of the only door to the roof opened and he quickly jumped behind a statue to avoid being seen. He heard crying and someone drop to the ground. Thinking that it was probably some ballet rat upset at finding her lover had cheated on her, he peaked around to see if he could sneak away and saw what looked to a homeless girl in rags that barely covered that parts that it was supposed to cover.

He peaked around a little more to see if the girl was harmed and was shocked when he saw her face. It was Christine!

He jumped down and ran to her, covering her with his cloak. She began to pull away bit when she looked up and saw that it was him, she burst into fresh tears and grabbed onto him, as if her life depended on it. Erik slowly wrapped his cloak around her tighter and stood up. He could get revenge on who ever harmed her later. She really needed his comfort right now.

How did you like it? I know that this chapter was a pretty sad opening, but the story will get better, I promise! Please REVIEW and let me know how the first chapter went or even just to say hi and welcome back! Until next chapter, Li Li

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