Okay so I have been thinking, I can either continue this story or start another. I need backup here people! I'm not a mind reader! So here is Chapter 2. Enjoy!

Love's Music

Christine lay in a blissful sleep. Her angel had sung her to sleep, but something still felt wrong. She still felt empty and how she hated it! She stirred as the thoughts entered her mind and soon heard the beautiful pipe organ playing in the music room of Erik's home. The song sounded so beautiful, but so so sad at the same time! Immediately, Christine felt the need to comfort her deformed angel and silently got out of the bed.

Grabbing a small robe, Christine walked into the music and tears sprang into her eyes. Needles and bottles lay strewn across the rocky floor. She picked up a bottle; it read morphine.

"My poor, unhappy Erik." she whispered; making sure Erik couldn't hear her. Like he could anyway, he had so much morphine in his system all he could think about was his music and the sweet bliss the drug gave him.

Erik began to play the same song again, but this time put lyrics to it,

No one would listen, No one but her,

Heard as the outcast hears.

Shamed into solitude, shunned by the multitude,

I learned to listen,

In the dark my heart heard music.

I long to teach the world, rise up and reach the world,

No one would listen, I alone could hear the music.

Then at last, a voice in the gloom!

Seemed to cry, "I hear you!"

"I hear you fears; your torment and your tears!"

She saw my loneliness, shared in my emptiness.

No one would listen, No one but her,

Heard as the outcast hears...

He lingered on the last note as tears spilled over his unmasked face.

"Erik." Christine broke into soft sobs.

Erik quickly looked behind him just in time to see his love fall to the floor, quietly repeating his name over and over again. He walked slowly from the bench and enveloped Christine in his long arms.

"What is the matter, mon ange?" he cooed into her ear. She shook her head and continued to cry. She finally was able to show the bottle of morphine that she had a death grip on.

"How could you?" Christine finally choked out., "How can you do such awful things to yourself? I know you already sleep in a coffin, but I never dreamed my angel would be doing...."

"I needed to dull my pain. It was this or hurting myself and I choose the easier of the two."

"Promise me you'll never do this again. Promise!" Christine's big brown eyes looked pleadingly into Erik's beautiful golden ones. His heart melted at the request. How could he manage to give up the one thing that had been able to keep him sane all these lonely years?

"Promise?" she whispered; bringing Erik back to the present.

"I promise, my darling." he kissed Christine's forehead and was ready to stand, but Christine remained on the floor. Erik looked at her, eyes full of concern and saw that her delicate cheeks were flushed a deep red. He totally forgot that she went to bed in the drenched wedding gown.

"Love, we must get you changed. You are burning with fever."

"No. I want to stay here. In this spot with you." her whispers that were soft and angelic were now hoarse and barely audible.

"I won't be leaving you. I just need you to get changed out of these clothes."

"Will you carry me?"

"Yes, mon stupide peu enfant." Erik chuckled as Christine weakly batted his arm.

"Erik,"

"Mhm."

"I love you, mon ange."

Erik felt a lump in his throat. Did he hear her correctly? Did she really say she loved him? Did she not flee from him to go with the damned Vicomte? The silent tears ran down his cheeks and landed on Christine's red ones.

"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?"

"Nothing of the sort. I love you also. More than you shall ever comprehend." Erik leaned down to give his beloved a kiss on the cheek and walked back into her bedroom.

After the difficult task of getting Christine into a dry nightgown, Erik made her a concoction of his own to help bring the horrid fever down. It was only a slight one, but he dare not take any chances with he love. She was all he had and he knew that he was all she had too.

"Dear, can you do something for me?" Christine asked a little while later. Erik was sitting on the footstool by her bed, holding the tiny hand in his large one.

"Anything."
"Can we go up to the rooftop?"

"Not at this moment. I shall take you once your fever has completely passed."

"Promise?" she asked sleepily. Erik knew it was the medicine he had given her was beginning to work and grinned at the child in the bed.

"I promise, À toutes mon coeur." Erik smiled as his angel's eyes closed and went off to her peaceful dreams.

Erik no longer needed the morphine; Christine had replaced the drug with her sweet form which the drug had once given him. He walked out of the room and gathered all of the morphine and needles he owned and threw them into the fire.

Okay so this chapter was not exactly how I wanted it to go. It took on a life of its own and before I knew what I was doing the chapter appeared! I'm going to start another story, but do not fear because I shall continue this one and I hope you like my other. It might be a crossover of Twilight and POTO so it will take a while to figure this all out but it shall work.

French: Yes, my silly little child

My angel

I promise, with all my heart.