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A/N: Hey! I'm soooo sorry it took so long for me to update guys, TT . I had a lot of computer problems, ARGHH! LOL! Ok, for this chapter there is a HEATED ACTION ALERT! This chapter has some intense heated moments in it! YE BE WARNED! lol. Anyway, I just got back from seeing " Phantom" in New York again, YAY!

Erik: Oh, how was I?

Alicia: Trifling boring to tears, mon Cher!

Erik: WHAT!

Alicia: Ha! Made you angry, your IT! ( Runs and hides in the closet)

Erik: Please review for my sake ( Grins and starts to sing Past the Point of No Return)

Alicia: Oh, Erik! No fair, I said NO seducing, CHEATER!

Erik: Yes, I see your point, but you know I cheat and yet you still succumb to me, ah ha! I win again!

Alicia: ANYWAYS, lol, now to my ever faithful reviewers...

I Despise Raoul: Wow, compliments from Erik! I am honored, no, most humbly honored to have recieved such a bestowing upon my work. ( Shakes off that little phase). Wow, that was weird, LOL! Anyways, I'm guessing that you like the name Christophe? So I think I may use it, but the thing is the name will be used for a similar type of character you used the name for...SHHH, don't tell anybody, lol! Is that ok with you? Don't let the Fop steal my panties, that would be the death of me. ( Thinks about it, wretches, comes back to computer) Ok, all better. Oh and 60,0 tissues? I must say that is impressive, lol! You should seriously see a doctor about that " lack of air issue" I know for a fact that once it starts it happens all the time, lol! Thanks for your reviews, and I hope you like this chapter!

Obsessedwiththephantom: HEY! Welcome aboard new reader, lol! It's always nice to see new people reviewing for me. I hope you will continue with me on this story, more twists still need to be explained, more fluff to sigh about, and more drama to gape at. I can hardly wait myself, AHHH! Don't worry about the Fop, he will be taken care of properly, I shall see to that! ( Grins mischievously). When you first read this you thought it was going to be a EM, didn't you? I love worrying people, It seems I have a knack for it, lol! Please review!

Erik'sangel527: OMG! I didn't think you would actually review! ( Goes and squeals into pillow). Sorry, had to do that, lol! I hate Raoul too, don't worry I have something special planned for the Fop! Your torment was amusing when speaking of EM. I was dying from laughter when I read it! That was what I wanted people to think, I wanted them to feel relieved and then sit back on the edge of their seats again going " WHAT!". Lol! Oh, and I'm not lying, EC all the way in my fic! Meg will find someone though, because I still like her, lol. I hope you stay with me until I finish the story, your reviews are very comforting to read and I thank you vigorously! Oh, by the way I hope you update soon, your story is great! Review for me! P.S. I play piano too!

EriksIngenue: Hey! I cannot express to you in words at how flattering your review was to me! For my story to be called original was phenomenal too me, especially because this is my first fic! I laughed myself when I wrote that part with Erik and Meg saying " We' re not together!" lol. As for your questions about the " Tonight" factor, this chapter is your answer. Your story SYSWMOLOL is great and I am sad that it is coming to an end, but all great things must, shucks! As for your newest story I hope my review on SYSWMOLOL helped in any way it could! Thank you again sooo much for reviewing my work and I hope you stay with me for the rest of the story! P.S. After this story is finished I'm creating another one in modern times that hopefully will be original also, because I have not seen a plot like it yet! ( Crosses fingers, lol) Thanks again!

Alicia: ( passes out from writing such long reviews)

Erik: Oh well, now there is peace at last! Do read and review my cherished patrons, for without you my story would be nothing!

Chapter 9: A Rooftop Rendez-Vous and More Wine? Pt. 1

A Rooftop Rendez-Vous

" Erik . . . " Christine was eyeing him warily, confused at how at ease he was around this man he hardly knew. Worst of all the man was just found but a short while ago wandering the opera house, which no one did. If this was not enough to make Christine wary of Andrew's unexpected appearance, it was Christmas Eve! Who goes walking in an allegedly haunted and abandoned opera house on Christmas Eve?

" Christine, I am so glad to see you again. I hope we get off better then last time. I dear say that if Erik wouldn't have been here to stop you, I would have been among the angels!"

" Or demons" Christine muttered, thinking of what he must have done to poor Marie.

" Ah, maybe Christine. I know what you must think of me, the things your conscience calls me: cold, merciless, a monster, a devil, a feign, the list goes on. I know you think I killed your friend, Marie, but that is far from the truth. I should like to explain, get to know you better, you can learn more about me, and then you can decide for yourself wether I really am those things, or if I am in fact something more." Andrew smirked.

" And why monsieur, would I allow you that pleasure? You know nothing of me and I know nothing of you. I would rather keep it that way." Christine feared telling him anything lest he unknowingly gave away where she was and with whom. Christine looked up to Erik's face, as she was still atop his lap, and saw the most peculiar thing; he was smiling. She couldn't believe it! Here this man, Andrew, is asking her to tell him information that if gotten into the wrong hands, Raoul would come and steal her away for good, and he was smiling?

" Well, your birthday is November 8, 1850, born to a Charles and Annette Daae, you have a scar on the right side of your stomach due to an ice-skating accident, you were taken to this opera house when your parents passed away, Madame Giry brought here which made you and Mlle. Giry here like sisters, you trained in the ballet dormitories from the ripe age of 9, you love to sing, your favorite color is red, oh and you love hot tea with milk and honey but no sugar." Andrew stated in a monotonous voice while staring at his wine glass.

" H-How did you know all that . . . W-Who are you, oh my god have you been spying on me!" Christine asked incredulously, hardly being able to contain herself from doing some thing stupid to the man sitting so placidly in front of her.

" Christine, it's ok, my dear." Erik purred into her ear. Oh, how his voice could make her melt and fight to find the words that just moments ago, were ready to roll off her tongue.

' Now is not the time to get lost in those type of thoughts' Christine reprimanded mentally. After a few seconds more, Christine shook herself out of the daze Erik seemed to have created around her mind and regained her senses.

" Erik, how can you say that? Have you forgotten why the circumstances on which I came to you?" Christine whispered fiercely.

Erik merely chuckled softly and pulled Christine even closer to him, whispering softly into her ear, " Mon amour, I have not forgotten. But there is one thing I have failed to bring to your attention."

With that Erik removed himself from Christine and motioned Andrew to stand up as well. Christine and Meg were both silent, yet inside, their minds raged with curiosity.

Andrew had an idea of what Erik was doing and decided to play along with his scheme. Erik disappeared for no more than a minute, returning equipped with another gleaming white, scowl of a mask.

Andrew and he had exchanged a few very quick hushed words while they turned their backs to the two confused women. In that time they gave the girls a chance to look to one another for some kind of hint, but both girls' faces were filled with confusion. When both men turned back around, Meg and Christine's sharp intakes of breath and gaping mouths did not go unnoticed.

They practically looked identical, except for a few minor details. Both were imposing figures, towering at about 6'5, broad shouldered, and muscular. They both had the most expressive eyes, Erik's were like the lush green of forests glinting in the golden sun, where Andrew's were like the dark stormy blue of a storm filled sky. Andrew's hair was a medium brown, where as Erik's was almost black, and both had the same haircut. Of course, the age difference was apparent and the fact that what laid beneath the mask was different but all in all they couldn't be mistaken as blood related. Christine and Meg both knew that Erik was too young to have such a 19-year-old son, and then it dawned on them. They were brothers!

Both Erik and Andrew were grinning shamelessly, pleased with the women's reactions and their own likeness. It really was remarkable, how similar in appearance they were for being brothers. They probably could be mistaken for father and son! That type of thought still made Erik laugh, him fathering a son, the very idea of the whole process was mind jogging. But, then there was Christine . . . Erik needed tonight to be perfect, and he would give her no less then she deserved.

" Erik, I-I don't know what to say . . . oh my god. This is incredible." Christine exclaimed, coming up to Andrew and Erik, examining each of them. Then to everybody's surprise Christine hugged Andrew and gave him a peck on the cheek. Andrew was shocked and it was written plain as day on his face.

Meg felt shocked and another emotion that she couldn't quite describe, maybe the word for it was annoyed. She didn't know why she was acting so silly, but for some reason seeing Christine kiss Andrew's cheek annoyed her greatly.

" I'm supposed to be the one who does that." Meg thought to herself, " What am I saying? Of course Christine doesn't have feelings for him. She loves Erik. And what did it matter to me anyway, I hardly know the guy, and I doubt he would like me already having a child with no father, he's just the same as every other guy. Right?"

Meanwhile, Erik was also recovering from his shock. He was happy Christine was taking this so well, considering that she had tried to attack him just hours ago. Yet something nagged at the back of his mind. He felt a pang of jealousy during that brief moment. He knew it was silly because Christine and he had been in a type of courtship for the 11 months she had been there, but in that moment he felt a rush to just grab her by the waist and kiss her with all the passion he possessed until they both were gasping for air; letting everybody know she belonged to him and no other. He almost got carried away and tried to do just that, until Meg spoke up and broke his irrational train of thought.

" You must tell us what happened." She said happily and the two men obliged, telling them of how they came to know this remarkable piece of information. This meant Christine found out about Raoul, and his plans sparked fear in her, she wasn't going to deny it. It just so happens that while telling this story they ended up sitting with Erik and Christine in the love seat across from Andrew and Meg on the sofa. Both girls found comfort and solace with the man next to them, they were perfect for the other one, though nobody dared to say anything.

The four of them sat around together just talking until around eight o' clock, when Erik pulled Andrew aside to " help" him gather more drinks for everybody. When they were outside the study, they went and retrieved theirs and the girls' cloaks.

" I expect Mlle. Giry to return in the same physical and mental state she was in when she departs tonight or so help me god, even though you are my blood, you will pay." Erik admonished and Andrew nodded, knowing he never would bring any harm or let any harm come to Meg as long as he lived.

" Oh, and Erik, I wish you the best of luck. Christine and you were meant for each other, so don't be nervous." Andrew smirked at Erik's pale face and shaking hands.

" I am not nervous, and thank you." Erik said, calmer then before and offered Andrew a smirk of his own. " Shall we?" Erik asked.

" Lets!" And with that they strode into the room.

" And just how does one leave to obtain drinks and returns with cloaks in their hands instead/" Christine laughed.

" Well, my dear it is unusual, but if you come with me, I'm sure you'll find that your thoughts of drink will be long forgotten." Erik returned, with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

" Why, my good monsieur, what drink?" Christine teased and took his offered arm.

" Have a good time you two!" Meg and Andrew yelled as they sat down to another glass of wine.

Christine followed Erik up a damaged passage, being wary of the failing floor and debris. When Erik finally seemed to be slowing down, they came upon a door that they both knew all too well despite its damage; the door to the rooftop.

Walking out onto the snow-covered roof in the middle of an inky night sky, with the snow still falling softly, Christine felt a sense of peace and comfort. This had been her favorite spot in the whole opera house. It had been her escape from reality. She lithely glided across to the edge, with that dancers' grace Erik adored, to admire the view of the city. It was after all Christmas Eve, which meant the city was even more breathtaking. Then she felt Erik's strong arms wrap around her waist and his breath on her neck, and she knew this was perfect.

" Erik, it's beautiful." She said in a quiet awe.

" Yes, it is, but I can think of another beauty that surpasses it by far; you." He purred in his silkiest voice. He was intoxicating her with the power of his voice and she decided to give in.

" Erik, you flatter me." Christine blushed a moderate shade of pink. " May I inquire as to why we are here, not that I don't want to be here, but it is strange that we would leave company by themselves on Christmas Eve while the hosts are gallivanting on the rooftop?" Christine laughed, pulling herself from Erik's embrace to turn around and look him in the eyes.

" Tell me your deepest secret, Christine." Erik whispered seductively.

" Excusez-moi? You brought me up here to ask about my deepest secret?" Christine smiled, " So that was what he was up to" she thought. But then she became nervous, she didn't know if she should tell him.

" Yes, and I will tell you mine." He purred into her left than right ear, throwing his voice in the form of a caressing whisper.

" I don't have one, Eri . . . " She was cut off by Erik's lips upon her own and was immediately lost. When Erik was sure she was lost in the kiss he withdrew leaving her wanting and breathless.

" You can't lie to me, Christine, I can see right through you." The end of Erik's mouth upturned into something of a seductive smile.

" You maybe able to see right through me, but I will not give in to your demands that easily." Christine said panting from the searing kiss they just shared.

" Really, Mlle. Daae, I find that hard to believe." Erik came up behind her and left slow tantalizing kisses from her neck to her shoulder blade. " Your deepest secret, mademoiselle?" he breathed.

" Your opera." Christine whispered, her eyes half closed from the effect of his sweet torture.

" Pardon me?"

" My deepest secret, Erik was your opera. The feelings behind it were what I wanted to express to you, that raw passion and sensuality Aminta felt for Don Juan was real to me. I was just scared and confused to tell you, then I saw it was you with me on the stage that night and my heart raced. I love you Erik, and that night, that performance was for you and you alone. I love you." Christine said quietly a silent tear running down her cheek.

" Christine, oh Christine . . . " Erik cried, embracing her small form in his larger one. After a few minutes of just holding each other in silence, Erik heard Christine whisper in his ear, her voice dripping with a sensuality he could have only dreamed of.

" And what is your . . . deepest . . . secret?" She whispered with small fluttering kisses after each word.

Erik had to move away from her, or all his good manners and sensibility would be lost. He had to move now if he was ever going to get this out.

" Erik?" Christine asked puzzled and hurt as to why he moved away from her.

" Christine, please . . . just listen to me now. I love you, I love you so much it hurts and burns my soul. The day you showed up on my doorstep, I was genuinely happy for once in my life! And now that I've had a taste of heaven I crave more. I need more. I can't go on living like I had been before you showed up. Christine, what I'm saying is . . . What I'm trying to say is . . . ARGH!" Erik couldn't find the right words for the life of him.

" Yes" Christine replied shakily, with a huge smile gracing her features, and tears threatening to fall again.

" Pray tell, what did you just say?" Erik asked, thinking he must have heard her wrong.

" Erik, I would be honored to be your wife. Yes, I will marry you" Christine cried gleefully and jumped into Erik's arms.

They both were crying out of sheer bliss and kissing frantically while speaking words of love into one another's ear.

Before they knew it, their kisses grew more intense and it was no longer enough. They were backing into the passage from which they came oblivious to anything other then themselves.

Christine began to loosen Erik's cravat and unbuttoning his dress shirt as he proceeded to carry her back down to his house by the lake. About halfway there they stopped and Erik backed her up one of the walls of the hallway.

Erik made quick work of her bodice and corset, while she finished unbuttoning his shirt and running her soft hands over his tight abdomen. Now, Erik's coat, shirt, and cravat were lying on the ground along with Christine's bodice and corset. Erik's chest was now fully exposed to Christine and she still obtained her chemise and undergarments.

Christine caressed every inch of Erik's strong chest leaving a small trail of kisses down to the waistband of his trousers. Erik, however, did not let that torture go on much longer for fear of taking her right there in that filthy hallway. So, he turned Christine flush with himself and ran his large hands over the soft curves of her body through the thin chemise, eliciting a soft moan from her. Erik smiled to himself at knowing he could coax such music from her on command.

They could take it no longer and abandoned their clothing to get to the house as quickly as they could, stopping every now and then to rekindle the passion during the long journey back. Finally, they arrived and blindly made their way to the study, falling on the nearest couch; Christine on top and Erik underneath her. Erik grabbed her from the back of her head kissing her hard, while entwining his fingers in the chestnut curls of her hair. Christine ran her tongue over her bottom lip seeking entrance to Erik's and he gladly did so. Their lips locked as their tongues infused with each other causing Christine to push her hips flush with Erik's.

" Erik . . . " Christine breathed, " I need you." He groaned at her words, how could he resist her. Just as he started to take off her chemise the door to the study opened and in walked Andrew and Meg laughing and carrying a glass of wine.

" OH MY GOD!" All four of them yelled at once, while Erik and Christine fell off the couch into a tangled heap on the floor and all Meg and Andrew could do was gape at the sight before them.

A/N: Ha Ha HA! Review Ladies and Gents!