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Chapter 3

**** Erik's POV ****

I was trying to figure out how I was to find Evangeline when she walked in through the doors of the Opera House. At first I could not help but to think of what luck this was, but then I realized that there was a man standing with her.

Who was he? The man look familiar, but I could not put my finger on it. Maybe it was one of her brothers, I had never personally met any of them but they were possible options none the less. She walked away from the man; even from my distance I could see that there was a quizzical look upon her face.

I watched as Evangeline walked through the halls, following her whenever she got too far out of sight. She went up to the hallway outside of some of the box seats. However she made no effort to enter any of the boxes. Instead Evangeline turned towards the wall just a few feet away from where I stood watching her.

Her fingers ran across the surface of the wall until she found what she was looking for. A small pressure point in the wall, no bigger than a fingernail. Evangeline pressed down on that point opening a panel in the wall that led to one of my hidden corridors. She entered the dark tunnel and the panel closed behind her, cutting out what little light there was.

"Erik?" she called out in the dark. My heart leapt within my chest, she remembered me. We had both been sent back with our memories still intact.

I started to approach her slowly in the dark, careful not to make a sound as I did not want to scare her. Although she could not see me I could see her just fine. She looked magnificent, her golden hair although tied up cascaded down, her green eyes sparkled like two perfect emeralds even in the dark, a silver necklace in the shape of a cross hung on her neck.

She shivered as though a cold wind was crawling up her spine. "Erik?" she called out again, "Are you in here?"

Evangeline started to walk down the tunnel; she outstretched her arm so that her fingers touched the wall. I reached out and gently took hold of her other arm. She froze; on her skin I could feel every goose bump. I stepped in closer so that I was just a few centimeters away.

Her arm moved from the wall to my own arm. She moved it slowly up, as far as she possibly could. "Erik?" she asked again. I however did not answer her…with words, spinning her around so that she faced me. My hands wrapped around her tiny waist, I lifted her up off the ground as I spun us around in a circle. I kissed her as we stopped spinning and I placed her gently on the ground.

"Your real," exclaimed Evangeline, "It was not just a dream."

"Of course I am real," I said, pushing back a strand of her hair that had fallen out of place.

"We have actually been given a chance to change our lives," she said wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Yes," I said burying my head on top of here, "And I plan on making it count."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"For one, I am going to ask your fathers permission to court you, before anyone has the chance to," I began.

"He will say yes, no problem," interrupted Evangeline. Although she could not see me I gave her a look of puzzlement. "Papa wants me to be married off as soon as possible. You should only have to worry about Pépére.

"Pépére?" I questioned, not remembering her ever mentioning him before, "Who is that?"

"My Grandfather, he is very protective of me, "she explained, "I live with him and my Mémé"

"I am sure he will approve of me..." I said confidently.

"Keep telling yourself that," she said, "Now how else are you going to do things right?"

"I have yet to figure that out," I stated, "but I promise you, I will do everything right."

I took her arms off of my neck, keeping one of her hands within my mine. Without a word, I gave her hand a light squeeze and led her down the corridor. Evangeline asked no questions as we walked, I suppose she had learned that it was better to just follow me and ask questions later.

We arrived at the underground river within a short period of time. What little light there was down here was reflected by the water. It was not the brightest lighting, but it provided us with just enough light to see.

"Wait here, I shall return soon, "I said letting go of her hand.

"Where are you going?" Evangeline asked.

"Just making a quick stop home. I will be back in a few minutes…I swear." I stated. Leaving Evangeline I quickly made my way to my house. When I got thee it was as expected still in disarray from my morning search. I paid it no mind though, for I had a more important matter to attend to.

I returned to Evangeline with a wicker basket in my hand. She was where I had left her, but now she sat down at the edge of the river. Her hand out stretched towards the water, her fingers just graced the surface. To get her attention I lightly coughed, she looked up and smiled before getting up from the ground.

She patted down her dress, "What is in the basket?" she questioned.

I looked at her playfully, "That my dear, is for me to know and for you to find out." Getting down on my knees I opened the basket and pulled out a blanket. Spreading it out, I motioned to Evangeline to sit down. After she sat down, I continued to items out of the basket.

Out came two small plates, two wine glasses, a couple of small cloth napkins, a loaf of bread, a decently size cut of cheese, a bunch of grapes, a small knife, and finally a bottle of red wine. "A small picnic by a river," said Evangeline holding the glasses as I poured some wine, "Very romantic of you."

"Of course, I am a natural Don Juan after all," I replied. We ate our small lunch in relative peace, making small talk here and there, talking as though we were an old married couple. Every so often, Evangeline would take a grape a toss it at me, leading me to do the same to her.

When we had finished Evangeline helped me put everything that was left over back into the basket. Then we strolled along the river, her arm wrapped within my own. It is frivolous to say that this moment was one of the best experiences I had ever had.

After what was perhaps a half an hour, I led Evangeline to a door that led to the surface, the same one that she had entered from. As we made our good bye Evangeline asked, "Are you available to come to dinner on Friday?"

"I suppose I could," I replied, "Why do you ask?"

"Mémé is interested on meeting you. She wanted to know if you could come." She explained.

"Is this Pépére who may or may not approve of me going to be there?" I asked.

"Yes, it is his house after all," she stated.

"Then I will make an effort to make it," I said. Opening the panel that led out slightly, I both pushed Evangeline away while still keeping her close.

Her hand was in mine as I took it to my lips, "Perhaps I should pay a visit to you tomorrow?" I asked.

"I suppose," was Evangeline's answer giving me a wink. She gracefully walked out of the corridor, the panel closing behind her.

I stopped there for just a few moments, I could tell that I had one of those stupid lover's smiles on my face. After I myself left that corridor, I walked around the other hidden passage ways of the Opera House, nearly walking on air. That is until I had reached behind a room on the far side of the building. From that room I heard a voice that caused my heart to skip a beat. The voice called out, "Maestro? Are you here?"

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A/N: Sorry bout the wait there folks. Anyway last time I gave you an Evangeline chapter, today I give you an Erik chapter. I apologize once again if our dear beloved Erik is OOC, I try I really do. Look I put another actual Phantom reference…he called himself a DON JUAN. Now who on earth would be looking for a man named Maestro? Good news folks…my school vacation is next week might get more than one update in…fingers crossed…. To leave you till next time I end with this… I have realized why I love Erik so much…it is because he stalks Christine. Now I am not a supporter of being that kind of dude… as that is not real love, that is obsession. But I would love if a guy did that for me, mostly because my ex-boyfriend who I was stupid enough to take back again only to have him break my heart again btw, but both time we were together he ignored me. Yes Erik's was of love can be creepy but it is better than what I have experienced. See you all soon GMF7