I'm baaaaack! So I was satisfied with my reviews that I got from my last chapter, but let's see if we can reach 15! That's our goal for this chapter! Well here we go!

WARNING! This chapter has a glimpse of a sexual encounter! Kiddies, advert your eyes!

Disclaimer: You know the routine.

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Christine's POV

The loud roar of thunder woke me from my first peaceful slumber in 10 years. I sat up so quickly I had to lean my head on my hand for a few seconds to calm my spinning head. I heard a deep groan from my left side and froze.

Where was I?

The first thing I noticed is that I was naked. The blanket covered my body but I was still confused as to why I was naked. Then I noticed the room. The room was unfamiliar, certainly not the posh blue of my chamber in the DeChany mansion, nor the off white of Madame Giry's guest room. This room was full of deep reds, gold's and all the wood was mahogany. Visions of my room, still buried deep under the Opera house flew to my mind's eye and I gasped.

"Christine?" I heard his voice and my body began to tremble with delight. Everything was coming back to me now. I turned and leaned over his lean body and began to kiss him deeply. His hands flew to my hips and moved me to straddle his hips while his tongue worked magic on my mouth. I let out a small moan as he flipped me over and straddled my hips and began to grind against me. My hands went to his hips and I threw my head back, my mouth open to a soundless moan. He leaned down and kissed me again, this one 100 times more dirty then the last. His moves became more erratic and I knew he was getting close, as was I.

Knock, knock, knock

He froze. His face was mere inches from mine and he closed his eyes for a brief second, to, obviously, calm down. Then he slowly reached over and grabbed a watch that was laying on the table next to my head.

"Damn it!" He yelled, standing up and pulling his shirt on over his head,

"What?" I sat up, confused and still desperate for his touch

"Its 5:30. Kristain is here." He grunted as he pulled his pants on then looked up at me with angry eyes, "and Meg."

I flew into action. Running over to where my dress lay, forgotten, and pulled in over my shoulders. Erik ran over to me, fully dressed, complete with mask,

"Stay here. Don't make a sound." He whispered. I nodded and continued to pull my clothes on as he left the room.

I finished and rushed to the door, putting my ear up and listening,

"I really appreciate you taking her for the day, Meg. I really needed that alone time to relax and such…" I heard Erik's voice, completely calm and unaffected.

"No problem sweetie. She's my child too. Don't you remember?" There was a few seconds of silence then Erik cleared his throat, "oh! Sorry! My hand-just. I don't know what just happened."

"Yeah, whatever." I heard Erik say back, annoyed.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look what I drew! It's the house I wanna live in when I grow up!" I heard, once again, that beautiful voice, that slightly resembled wind chimes.

"Oh wow. Krissy, this is amazing." I heard Erik's approval and smiled, he was such a good father

"Just like her father…." I heard Meg sigh. I felt a twang of anger towards Meg. How dare she flirt with him! Especially when I can hear him denying her.

"Meg, I think its time to leave. Your mother will be expecting you home."

"I don't want to go home."

"Why?"

"It's nothing." I heard Meg sigh and frowned

"Meg, tell me what's up."

"She's back." I heard her gasp, as though he forced it out of her, knowing Erik, he did

"Who?" Erik sounded confused and I smiled, was there nothing he wasn't amazing at?

"Christine. She's here. In Coney Island."

"What?" I heard his gasp of pleasure and delight

"I guess she left Raoul with her son and nanny and are here now. Can I leave? Please?" He WAS forcing it out of her, but he had to act natural, he would do this if he didn't know about me.

"Yes. Leave my sight." I heard him sigh and a door slam

"Christine? Like the singer? Christine Daae?" I head Kristain's perfect voice question

"Exactly like the singer." I head Erik reply with amusement in his voice.

"Ohh! Daddy! I want to meet her! So bad!"

"Well then I have a surprise for you. Christine. Please come out." I gasped, and stepped away from the door, when the door opened.

"Krissy, Christine and I were good friends back when I lived in Paris. Christine is visiting with her son and friend, do you mind if they stay here for a while." The girl, had walked up and shaken my hand during all this and I could finally admire her. She had her mother's long, curly blonde hair, but her father's features. Her pale skin, like her fathers was like porcelain. Her eyes were like her father's. Like Gustav's. Crap! Gustav!

"Yeah! I can't wait to meet her son! What's his name?" She asked me

"Gustav." I replied, standing up and walking to Erik, "Speaking of, I need to go to him. We will be here tomorrow. Is that fine?" I asked Erik, pecking him on the cheek.

"Perfect" And I was out the door.

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So now we get to meet Kristain! Well, review! Please I want 15, we already have 10! Just 5 more!

Your obedient writer,

-Lonely