"Ah my Christine, it seems that I've fallen quite hard over you again. But maybe I never was quite free of your charms in the first place." Erik was musing to himself as he sat at his piano bench one again. The lullaby he has played earlier still glistened in his mind along with the image of his angel.

In her room, Christine woke from her nap. The last thing she had remembered was reading Wuthering Heights in the library. She put her feet on the floor and stood before stretching sleep weary limbs before making her way to the door that separated her from the music room and living area.

Erik turned as the object of his thoughts emerged into his presence, he couldn't have a repeat of her first visit to his realm. Her brown eyes lightened as she made her way towards him.

Christine had no idea what came over her as she drifted toward the man of her dreams and nightmares. She began to hum a soft folk song that he recognized instantly, she had sang it many times in her childhood. He let the simple words emerge as she continued to hum.

He hardly knew what happened next, but soon found her in his arms. Then, she began to cry softly. His first reaction was to stiffen at the unfamiliar touch, but he soon relented and held her close, stroking her hair. The female mind was utterly exhausting at times, but how he had wished to hold her like this for so long…

"Christine?"

"Oh Erik… How could I have ever done so many terrible things to you, I've been so selfish. My poor Erik…"

Erik has no idea what had caused her sudden attitude change. Not a day ago she had sung of her fear of him, and now here she was crying in his arms.

"I don't want us to end up like Heathcliff and Catherine," she trailed off as a fresh burst of tears sprang forth. Erik continued to hold her and marveled at the effect of the written word.

A short time later, she stopped crying, but didn't make any move to remove herself from his embrace. The clock continued to move and Erik began to feel hopeful for the first time since he had seen Christine sing upon the lonesome stage with the little Giry girl. Maybe he stood an chance at happiness after all…


A/N So, I think I'm going to call this bit of disgustingly pure fluff done. I had an idea for a much longer piece this morning, but couldn't start until I finished this. Bring on the Angst! It'll be a Twilight piece for those who are interested, and much better written than this...

Until Then,

C. M.

P.S. Erik swishy cape hugs!