Hello! I'm back! I'm really enjoying writing this. I would like to thank anyone who has read and reviewed this. Theres a bit of Erik x Christina in this, it's so cute :3 I love it when two characters have a special moment :3 Anywho, here is

Chapter 3

Seeing as I didn't have to leave for six weeks, I decided to do the one thing I'd been trying to do since I arrived in the lair. I hadn't wanted to sleep, I didn't want to, if I woke up and I was in my dressing room again, I'd have to get back down there again. I made sure to keep a watchful eye on my Phantom; I wanted to see all that he does when he's not watching rehearsals and Christine. I think I may have given myself away after being so silent to sneezing ever so quietly. He had such good hearing skills! Man, he's a genius. "What are you doing, Christine?" his voice boomed through the lair, I hadn't a clue where he was, as if he actually was a ghost. I jumped at this; his voice was so projected, so…so perfect. "Uhm…Uh…N-nothing!" I stammered, and I heard him laugh again, "Christine, tell me the truth…" he said, sighing before and after he spoke. I heard light footsteps from somewhere, and I walked out of the room to go and find him, I wanted to ask him something…something deadly important. It wasn't until I had looked around all the lair I couldn't find him, I decided to give up and walked back into my room.

And there he was. Sat, right there, on my bed. I jumped when I saw him, "How did you…?" I began to ask and he laughed again, "Didn't you know? I designed it all myself, I put every secret passageway in this Opera House" I just stared at him, He could sing, put women in a trance, and build something as extraordinary as this? I gotta give you props, man!

I was still stood there dumbfounded that I didn't notice he had left the room and came back with a tray of food. It must have been the first thing I had eaten for 2 days, yet I hadn't even known. He took my hand and took me to the table which was in the room and sat me down on a chair. He left me to eat some food and then came back and took the tray away. He returned to the room a few moments later, and just as I was about to get up he simply shook his head and gestured me to sit back down. I had no idea why, though. He stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders, and I placed my hand on his slightly larger one, I tilted my head and saw he had his mask on, yet again, and I gestured for him to come down to my level, I slowly took the mask off him again, and he shot straight back up straight and tried to walk away, but I stopped him by grabbing hold of his hand.

I stood and walked to where he stopped and looked at him, he tried to hide himself from me, "Why are you trying to hide yourself, Phantom?" I asked him, squeezing his hand lightly, he just shook his head and tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out, "You don't have you hide yourself from me, I…I don't care what you look like." I said to him, and I hugged him tightly, I eventually felt his arms tighten around me, taking my offer of the hug. He took himself away from me and smiled, (He SMILED.) "You look a lot more beautiful when you smile you know." I said to him and walked away smiling myself.

He watched me walk out the room and into a different area of the lair. He followed me after a few minutes and stood there watching me look through everything in the room, I walked back through to the main room with the Piano in it; I sat down on the bench and tried to read the music off the composition sheets, but with no luck. Instead I just pressed a few keys on the piano; they sounded very harmonious and I added a few contrasting notes to the mix, he walked in, his face lit up when he saw me playing. He walked over and sat down beside me, he took in the few chords I was playing and played some of his own in a higher range. It created a beautiful piece, actually. Sometimes he would scratch the chords on to the composition sheet, and carry on playing and other times he'd just stare at me as I played, going up and down the scales.

We finally stopped playing and he just sat and stared at the once plain composition sheet which was now covered in various chords. "I knew you could sing, but, I never dreamt you could play. Especially like this!" I just smiled, "I told you, I'm not Christine. Christina, the Real me, can play any instrument" I replied to him. "Well, you are very gifted…" he hesitated, "Christina." The first time he had ever said my first name…It felt good to hear him finally say it. "Would you mind if I knew what your name was?" I asked him. He sat silent for a few moments, before quietly saying "Erik." I looked up, "That's a beautiful name, Erik. It suits you." I stood and walked away from the piano, "Might I ask, what Erik means?" I said and turned to face him. "My name, I am not entirely sure what it means, if I am truthfully honest to you. I was never told. My…My parents never told me." He said, scowling at the word parents. "Erik…? Did your…did your parents…love you?" I asked, walking back over to him, he had stood and stepped away from the piano, "Love? Why would they love a creäture like this? I'm a monster, a lonely, faded, disfigured monster. Why would anyone in their right mind love me?"he said, clenching his fists.

"You're not a monster, Erik. You are a beautiful…Talented man. You deserve everything. You deserve love; you deserve the right to happiness. Anything you could ever want, you deserve it dearly." I stopped in front of him and reached to his face, "And your mask, your mask does nothing but hide who you really are; the Erik I know is lovely, he's wonderful to talk to and downright caring for anyone but himself. Just like 2 nights ago, you helped me; you made sure I was perfectly fine, any other person would leave me, but not you, Erik, not you." I saw his face turn from bitter sourness to pure sweetness with everything I said. "And what makes it better, is knowing that someone very, very close to you, loves you." He looked dumbstruck, "Who…who loves me?" he said. I stood up on the tips of my toes and whispered, "Me" before kissing him gently, he never accepted straight away, but when he did, he held me close, "Really?" I just nodded and cradled my head in his chest, closing my eyes and smiling.

I woke up the next day feeling proud of myself. I had finally confessed to it. He and I were no longer uncomfortable with each other, and that's all that really mattered.