Go, don't let them find you!

Erik screamed as he let Christine go. He could not keep her…his beautiful angel…not with the demon of hell…he could not destroy her life like that. He looked back, and saw the two hugging, and it tore him in two.

Go now and leave me!

He ran into his bedroom and turned the handle on his music box, whispering slowly,

Masquerade, paper faces on parade,

Masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you.

He felt his angel behind him, and he turned softly.

Christine, I love you.

Then, a crash resounded. Raoul was screaming for her, but Erik had pushed her out of the way of a burning timber. Christine was dazed, and she quickly gained back her senses. "Angel!" she screamed, as his beautiful dress caught fire at the hem. Erik quickly took it out, grabbed his mask, and led her back to Raoul.

Go now, and hurry,

There is no time.

Before they find you here,

And hurt you both.

Raoul nodded and Christine tried to go back to Erik, but Erik shook his head. "Christine, go with him, he needs you,"

"So do you! Angel…I want to be with you,"

Erik knew too well that Christine probably had a concussion, so he said sadly, "Go with Raoul, you love him,"

"Angel, I LOVE YOU! Don't make me go back! Please! I won't go with him!" she begged, and Erik took her arm. Raoul looked pained, and hurt, but Christine hung on to Erik for dear life, as though she truly meant what she said.

The roars of the fire got louder, and Raoul looked anxious at the door. Erik quickly looked at Christine, and then screamed at Raoul, "I will take of her! The minute she wishes to go, I shall let her!"

Raoul nodded dumbly and ran off. Erik picked her up and ran trhough a broken mirror. Christine began coughing up smoke, and he picked up speed. His Angel loved him…the demon of hell. It seemed impossible…yet…she graced him with this gift.

Erik ran out of the opera, and stole a horse. He threw Christine over, wrapped her in his cloak, and galloped off. After an hour, she fell asleep on him and he gathered her close. As he sprinted towards a tavern, his money jingling in his pocket, he couldn't help but notice the softness of her body, the way she slept so well in his arms. He loved this woman beyond all things.

Once settled in the tavern, Erik watched her wake up on the bed. "Angel…you listened to me!" she said happily.

He smiled softly, and whispered, "But of course, ma chere, je t'aime,"

Christine jumped into his arms and kissed him. He was startled for a minute and stood there. Then he began kissing her back softly, devastating her with soft kisses warm as fire, destroying every thought pattern lodged in her brain. The harder his lips came upon her, the harder emotions raged. He would suddenly get soft, the hard, then soft, until she brought up so close to his body she could feel his manhodd through her skirts. She gasped, and moved back, a little startled.

He moved like a predator, following her around the room, their eyes not once leaving each others. Her eyes were filled with understanding and love, while his over brimmed with lust and passion. Erik grabbed her, and when he recived no resistance, began kissing her cheek, and then kissed her neck. She was horribly sensitive there, and one lingering kiss could make her body become a raging inferno of desire. A light kiss made her shiver in excitement.

Erik made various bite marks, each one bringing a gasp from her throat, and he began whipering, "Christine, I love you, how I love you…"

Between kisses, she whispered, "Angel, what's your name?"

"Erik," and she said softly, the name rolling off her tongue, "Erik", making him shiver in delight, and she said it over and over again as he made love to her over and over again that night.

The sun came, and Erik woke up to find his mask on the floor. He chuckled when he saw Christine in his arms, her breathing slow and steady in her sleep. He had exhausted her last night, making love to her at least a dozen times. He thought she would be incredibly sore, but he grinned, and lay back down. He felt so happy, he wanted to write a piece of music for her. He got out of bed, careful not to wake Christine, and pulled our piece of sheet music.

Hours passed, and when it was midmorning, a kiss on his cheek took him from his work. He turned around and saw a vision. A blushing, beaming, and beautiful Chrisine was smiling at him, and giving him a kiss. He growled, his passion coming back to life, but he made himself stop. Christine would have to answer to his attentions tonight. As for today, he was going to bring her to his home in Toulouse. It was far away from Paris, far enough to be undetectable, and best of all, it was outside. It was an estate, with acres of forest and two lakes, one called Lake Virtuoso and the other Lake Aria.

The horse ride tired them both out upon arriving at the estate, and they hit the sheets before they could say goodnight.