Chapter 10: Angelic Music Again

True to her word, Christine did arrive later that night. After Erik had gone back out to the abandoned field, he sat there in a cold silence…oh how he longed for Christine…. Or to be back inside the old mansion he had stayed in occasionally when they were in another town not too far from here. He closed his eyes and remembered the smell of the old wood, and see the beautiful organ and the beautiful piano…why would someone just leave them? They had played perfectly…with a bit of tuning, perhaps there had been no one who would tune them or who had the expertise. But oh the music he had created in that mansion! If only he had, had something to have written it on…he would have written it all and kept it with him forever…until he saw Christine, then he would have given it her. The first piece he had composed started out in a dreary, slow melancholy tune. But then it changed to a happier tone, one that spoke of love and kindness, then it changed once more into a dark, depressing, forte, then into a soft, loving piano. He had loved that piece…if he had an organ he could probably play it again…but he didn't so he couldn't. so many things added to his own little personal Hell…but mostly it was the fact that Christine wasn't with him…. As he had grown older his deep love, lust and longing had grown for her…as a child he hadn't felt much lust for her. Just a deep lust to hear her voice…oh that beautiful voice! The voice that put angel's to shame…oh how he longed for his Christine…she was his and would never belong to anyone else…. That possessive quality would ruin him, would be the reason that he never got Christine…no! don't think that way! She is yours and always will be…you're her demon and she is your angel. You are her everlasting night and she your everlasting day. She is the sole reason you get out of bed in the morning. The sole reason you haven't allowed yourself to die slowly. The sole reason that…that he did anything, to be that much closer to Christine…. He sighed and ran his bony fingers through his raven black tresses.

"Angel?" a voice whispered, "Angel are you there?"

He looked up, because of how used he was to night he could see the beautiful young woman before him, "C-Christine?" he whispered.

"Angel! It is you!" she flung herself at him and threw her arms around his neck.

He couldn't respond, this beautiful woman, Christine…his angel had returned to him…

Erik buried his face in her chocolate colored curls, and wrapped his thin arms around her waist.

"Oh Angel…you've returned to me…" she whispered, then pulled back and looked at him.

He blushed a bit, even though he knew she couldn't see him. She raised her hand and tried to stroke his face, but was met with his cold unfeeling mask. She traced her fingers lower until they reached his lips, he trembled softly.

"Oh Angel…" she whispered again, "mmm I missed you, Angel…"

He closed his eyes as her fingers slid down to his chest, "you have no idea how much I missed you…"

"Oh…I do…" he rasped, his fingers trailing down her waist.

"Mmm…oh Angel…" she whispered, "you don't know how much I've longed for this day…" she then kissed his neck, he felt so weak…if this was a dream…it couldn't be…this would be the last shred of sanity…this had to be real! It had to be!

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Christine stretched up on her toes and placed a kiss on his perfectly soft lips, oh it was her Angel! Her Erik…mmm he was so tall now. Dressed rather exquisitely but also for warmth…she sighed softly and wound her arms around his neck. They stopped kissing for a moment, she couldn't see him…oh how she wished she could…. She could hear his ragged breathing; along with hers…she could barely see his warm liquid honey amber eyes. She kissed him again, "oh Angel…" she whispered around his mouth. Was it so wrong that this felt to right? She had a fiancé waiting for her…but she didn't care!

"Erik…" she whispered.

"Yes Christine?" he murmured back.

"Is it really you? I'm…I'm not dreaming?" she whispered, tracing circles on his shirt.

He whimpered softly, "Is it really you Christine?"

"If it's not and this is a dream, then this is the cruelest dream ever…"

He could only nod in agreement.

She kissed him again, this time with a stronger, deeper force. She twisted her fingers through his silky black tresses and sighed happily. Oh what a sin! To kiss a man she barely knew…but she did know him. She knew of his pain, of his mood swings…what little she knew of him she knew much about. She pressed herself as tight to his body as she could, "my Erik…my Angel…" she murmured stroking his throat and twisting the fingers of her left hand into his. There was just something about this man…he seemed so…innocent in a way. As if he had never had the touch of a woman…

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A low moan escaped from Erik's constricted throat, please God I've never asked for much but please don't let this be a dream…let it be Christine. Let it all be real!

She kissed him again, pulling him away from his thoughts. He pressed his hand against the small of her back, impossibly pulling her closer to him. He craved her like an addict, he trembled softly.

"Christine…" he whispered again, "oh how I've missed you…"

Christine didn't answer him but simply unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. He took her hands in his and kissed her, he finally kissed her. She pulled him closer and freed one of her hands; soon she was unbuttoning his shirt again. He wrapped one arm around her waist, freeing her other hand. Soon she was stroking his bare chest; somehow she had gotten all of the buttons undone…

Another low moan escaped his throat; oh can it really be Christine? After all these years…is it really her?

With his free hand he stroked her curls and with the other he began making circles on her back and lower back. And they made a song, a different duet. Their ragged breathing matching the other's, her soft gentle feminine sighs and moans, mixed with his masculine moans and whimpers. How he craved her…to finally have his Christine would be a blessing…his angel with him at last. And in an attempt to show her that he could please her and keep her with him he slid his mouth lower and began nipping softly at her neck. Her knees buckled and she fainted against him.

He carried a still unconscious Christine back into camp. Wordlessly he parted the flaps of Madame Giry's tent and walked in.

"Erik what is—Erik…why is she unconscious?" Madame Giry exclaimed.

He blushed underneath his mask, unwilling to discuss it, "ahh…will you take care of her?" he asked in a husky voice.

"You sound odd Erik, something happen out there?" Meg smirked walking up behind her mother.

Madame Giry took Christine and set her on the cot, "out Meg…I will get to the bottom of this."

Meg sighed and walked out, "fine…"

Erik watched her leave then turned back to Madame Giry, he cleared his throat, "err…yes?"

Madame Giry set a damp washcloth on Christine's forehead, "tell me Erik, how did she manage to faint?"

He felt his face heat up again, he couldn't bring himself to answer…wouldn't give her the satisfaction. He simply turned and tried to leave, Madame Giry caught his shoulder, "oh no you don't. Why did she faint Erik?"

He cleared his throat, "Madame Giry…I…don't feel…quite comfortable discussing it…"

On the cot Christine stirred, "Angel? Where are you? Don't leave me again…"

Erik looked at her then walked to his tent. The frigid air made his masked face burn less…Christine I'll be back soon…don't worry…your night will never leave you again! Christine…my day…