Thank you all so much for your lovely words, I can't tell you how worried I was about that last chapter, I can waffle on sometimes, but I'm glad you are enjoying it.

My Christine in the story is 100% like Gina Beck's interpretation of the character, and Erik is a lot like Ramin Karimloo, he has the whole, so captivated by her beauty, but scared to hurt her, and Gina is just so perfectly innocent, but at the same time so curious and you can tell she does love her Angel, even though he scares her abit.

They are my favourite Phantom cast, Ramin, Gina and Simon Bailey, I really recommend them, and you can find the full west end show on YouTube, so amazing, just wow!

Thanks again!

*Once more no ownership to me*

Chapter 14-Nadir POV

The head band had been stolen. I was summoned early from my home by one of the guards to the Shah's bed chamber. As I had ridden with the guard to the palace I had questioned why me, and wondered what use I would be. He had told me, as my old duties to the Shah were that of a policing nature, so I was to investigate. I had sighed, and trotted my horse on, into part of the part of the palace I had never seen before. Through the large iron gates, guards were everywhere, standing with their long spears glinting in the relentless sun, I did not envy their armour as I saw their brows dripping with sweat. I noticed their eyes followed as I rode on, amazed at this par

Of the palace, the tall iron fence around a large square of sand and concrete. I dismounted and before I could take in this new courtyard, I was rushed off into the palaces flank through a large door into the cool. I wanted to stop and admire, why hadn't I seen this part of the palace before? It had completely changed since my last visit into the belly of this colossal building. Before me now stood a large and grand marble stair case, so large it filled the whole room entirely, leading up into a never ending labyrinth of rooms it seemed, that went up and up into the detailed roofed heavens. The guard stood beside me, at the bottom of the monstrous stairs. I took in the room for a brief second, then there was a slamming of a door, and the frantic movement of feet. There stood the Shah at the top of the stairs. He rushed down them, dressed in an extremely detailed white robe, however despite, the jewels that covered the shoulders, and hem of the bottom that reached his knees, it was extremely plain compared to his other ridiculous outfits and the fact his deep brown hair was slightly messy showed me he was in his bed robes.

I gave a bow as he rushed down the steps, the politicians following him, as did a group of slaves, frantically trying to pass him a better robe.

'You are here, I know not your name, but you shall help. They tell me you worked for my father, it has been stolen, you must see. I want this criminal found!' The Shah stood before me now, his hands on his hips, I was almost convinced he was going to stamp his foot like Amir did when not getting his way. But thankfully he didn't.

'Yes your highness, I shall find them for you. May I look at the room?' I said, my stomach going slightly odd, I think it was anticipation of doing a job that was actually something I considered proper and worthy, rather then being a simple finder of entertainment. To be back on a scene of a crime again, it made little trembles go through my body.

'Yes of course, someone show him to my room. I want this criminal found! I will have them killed!' The Shah's voice was like that of a whining child, soft and brutish, he slammed his hand onto the nearby concrete banister, his lips snarling, the servants taking a jump back.

'If you find them, you will be well rewarded, beyond all belief, you shall have anything you desire. Just find me them, but they must be alive. I want to enjoy their pain!' He spat panting, his fists clenching as he stormed off, the trail of servants, politicians, dressers and food holders followed after him. I took in a deep breath; the guard beckoned me to follow him up the large stairs, thinking of 'anything I desire' I could ask to leave for a while, take my son away, let him see some sites before his eye sight completely went, before the illness took him, I didn't know what was going to happen, I hadn't been there, oh god I hadn't been there for my poor wife, I had been working on a case for the previous Shah, it had taken my fall time, so much time I hadn't noticed, my wives eyes which bulged, her in ability to walk, her flesh which hung from her bones, and her constant vomiting, our son had been born, but that was all she could bare, no sooner Amir had entered the world, my wife had left, that had been the first time I had seen her in four months, and the vision of her destroyed body was one that would haunt me forever. Maybe, I could give Amir the life that my beautiful wife deserved, maybe I could make this illness not something that would be a constant cloud, yes, if I did this I could let him have some enjoyment in his life, unlike my wife, I would be there for him. The Shah had offered a reward I would use this to help my son.

We reached a door, well it was like a portal, I was sure when the guard pushed the door open, that I was transported to another world, to another place. The room was so huge, and everything in it appeared white, the walls, the marble floor, the roof, and the lilies in a white vast. Everything. I walked in to the middle, a couple of guards, standing by the balcony, the guard to had shown me here, explained to them what I was doing, they nodded at me lazily, really not caring. I felt slightly over whelmed I hadn't done this so long, I hadn't had this responsibility, the need to find something, to trace someone's tracks in such a long time, it all seemed rather daunting, after a few breaths, my old instinct returned and I seemed to remember what I was doing and what I was looking for. I paced around the edge of the strange room, it was fascinating, I was in the Shah's bedroom, what a strange boy he was. I found myself drawn the largest bed I had ever seen, at least three times the size of my own, it was four postered and again all made entirely made of the colour white, apart from the tucked in bed sheets which were covered in so many jewels I wasn't sure if it was at all made of fabric. It was slightly sickening considering the majority of Persia starved whilst this man slept in a bed of pearls.

I turned and for a brief second found myself looking down at the sparkling floor, every inch of it polished. Every inch but one, I knelt down and saw that there was a droplet of blood, its deep red texture unmarked or moved, it wasn't a lot. But it showed me whoever it was, had hurt themselves in this attempt. I stood up now, my mind racing, it was like I was working for the old Shah again, doing to job I loved so much. I then found myself faced by a large wall, filled with old books. The Shah liked to read? I couldn't imagine that. But then I saw it, the case which was open and was obviously meant to have the head band in it. I checked the lock, the way ti as bent showed me straight away that whoever had done this, knew what they were doing, they had picked the lock very well. I ran my hands around the diamond case, then felt something wet on my fingers, I pulled them back and realised it was blood. The deep ruby red, still wet, showing me this couldn't have happened all too long ago, maybe the very early hours of the morning. Why was this person bleeding? The fact it was on the case, told me the blood was coming from their hands. They had an injury, this was good, this would differentiate them from others, that was a start. What did puzzle me slightly was how on earth this person got up here, were the doors not guarded?

'Were the door locked and guarded?' I asked the guards, they looked so uncomfortable; their heavy helmets making sweat drip down their faces.

'Yes, no one saw anything from the inside; they must have come from the outside.' The guard, nodded over his shoulder to the balcony, I nodded at him in thanks, and then went out to look at the balcony. It really was beautiful; the sun was making huge heat waves dance across the wakening Persian streets, each person with their heads bent against the sun. I wanted to marvel for an age, but as I got closer to the edge I realise how far up I was. How the hell did anyone get up this way? No, surely there had been a mistake, they would of had to of been a monkey to climb up here, that or have wings, I noticed the rose pole, surely someone couldn't of climbed that, it was covered in thorns in dead roses. Well, that would explain the bleeding I guessed. I peered down, the drop making me slightly dizzy, and noticed the bench was snapped and in shatters.

I left the room and raced back outside, out of breath from all the stairs. The sun burnt my eyes, the guards letting me through and back into the strange courtyard, I raced along the concrete which was in the shadow of the great building. I looked across and noticed the sand path that ran in the middle was messed up, that it was disturbed, in a wonky line. I stopped my frantic walking and peered, trying to not move the sand too much, I noticed on closer viewing that the marks in the sand were actually small shoe prints, very small, and dainty, they had to be a girl's. This made me stand, and scratch my head, a girl? That didn't make sense, why would a girl have a part to play in this? The area had been blocked off, so no people could get through, that meant that yes, these prints had to be from the previous night. I still couldn't believe it; surely this wasn't a girl's crime? No, it couldn't be. I shook my head and walked to the shattered bench by the beginning of the pole which the criminal must have climbed to reach the balcony. I looked at the wall, running my fingers over it, confused, the footprints had thrown me, it just didn't make sense, I refused to believe a girl committed this crime, perhaps she had aided in it, but not the main culprit. This had been done by a man, they would of needed immense strength to climb that pole, and a lot of will and determination. I hated the Shah with every fibre of my being, but this was a literal suicide, the Shah would have me find these people, or person and well I didn't like to guess what would happen...I didn't want to think. But what was strange was the fact that, despite them going through all the effort to get up and into the Shah's room, they only stole a head band. Yes, it was worth a lot, but why only that? There were so many other treasures in that room, why the hassle of the headband? I just didn't understand who would do this. They would have to have been trying to make a message, it was clear they hadn't stolen this one thing just for re sale value, no there was a deeper meaning here. Someone was showing their hatred.

But who? I sighed, who? A man, with the climbing abilities of a monkey and a girl for a companion. I was being blinded by the sun now, I frowned and bowed my head, something shiny catching my eye at the bottom of the rose pole. I reached down and got it, as I rose I noticed the faint outline of bloody fingers on the wall. But the fingers were so long, no normal human could have fingers of that length. My heart stopped. No, surely, it couldn't off been Erik. I opened my hand which was covering the little object in my hand; I looked down at it, praying it wasn't what I thought it was. But the gold and black shone back at me. It was Erik's cravat pin.

Never had I ridden so hard in my life. My chestnut mare, flying through the sand at a pace a pace I had never travelled at before, the pace of fury. It had been Erik, he had done this! He had stolen the head band, and by from what I could tell Christine had been in on it too. I would hurt him, I was beyond angry. I hated him so much at the moment, I didn't care for his past, his face, anything! I didn't care! I hated him! How could he do this! I was beyond enraged, to a point where I cursed him again and again. What a bloody fool! Didn't he realise the danger he had put himself in, the danger he had put Christine in? What had he been thinking? Was this a joke, some silly game? Because it wasn't funny.

The building site of the new palace came into view. I galloped ever nearer. Foam flying from my mares blowing nostrils, never had I pushed her this hard. I pulled her to a stop, and for a moment forgot my anger, the progress on the building was unbelievable, the side that had previously been collapsed was now half erect, and the main body of the building was beautiful, it had a certain finish to it, it was modest, yet grand, a masterpiece. My jaw dropped as I tied my mare up, letting her roll in the sand, taking the building in fully, it wasn't so much the building itself, but the harmony of which the men worked, it was astonishing, they all were working hard, all of them, some single, some in groups, but all of them working, and working hard. I noticed all around them were jugs of water, which they used to wipe their sweating brows. But I was not here to marvel. My anger returned. I dodged between the workers, who all ignored me. Then as I side stepped a ditch, nearly tumbling into it, I heard a soft laugh, every hair on my neck standing up; it was Erik.

'Nadir, what do I owe this great pleasure?' Erik said looming over me. My anger was at breaking point, how could he be so cool?

'I think we should take a walk Erik. Come with me.' I said shortly, I watched Erik's masked face cock slightly sideways, as he regarded me, then fell into pace beside me, we walked in silence until we were out the way of the workers. I stopped walking; now we were behind a large wall, so no eyes could see us. Erik ran a long finger up and down his other hands knuckles, which I realised were bandaged, I saw red.

'I suppose you were looking for this!' I bellowed throwing the cravat pin at him, it hit his chest, then fell to the sand, I watched Erik's eyes look stunned.

'You think I would not know? You stupid boy! You thought you'd get away with this?' I was bellowing loudly, my eyes bulging, and my hands in fists, I wanted to hit him so badly, but his eyes remained on the cravat pin in front of him. 'You are a bloody fool Erik. A stupid, stupid boy! That's all you are! Not even a man! What was this some stunt trick to please Christine? I knew she went with you! What the hell where you thinking? You do what the hell you like, but I thought you would have had some bloody sense not to take the girl with you!'

I felt, rather than saw Erik look up, it was like being hit with emotions, so heavy I thought I might collapse under the weight of them.

'You think I took her with me? You think I'm that stupid?' Erik's voice was a whisper, but I heard it loud and clear, I wanted to tremble to never hear him speak in such a way again, but I fought my instinct to back down, my anger doubling in my fear.

'Don't you lie to me boy! She was with you! All this looks like to me is some sick stick, so bloody sick trick, you wanted to impress the girl, you can't do so with your looks so you went for spite.'

I knew, before I had even finished what I said, that I had stepped over a line, that I had done it, I had mentioned the point of break. I had done it, I took a sharp intake of breath, watching Erik grow it seemed, I wanted to turn away, to be free, to not look at his eyes, the eyes which showed me rejection, the eyes which showed me the little boy trapped inside a man's body.

'You think I did this as a game? You think I did this for joy or glory?' his voice was so cold, the blistering sun above even seemed to turn away, he took a step towards me, making me step back. 'You think I' am that way inclined, that I care for jewels, for riches? You think that lowly of me Nadir Kahn?' He was right before me now, and I just wanted t close my eyes, to never look at those eyes again. Then he began to laugh, almost wildly, the noise a distorted music. 'You think I did it to impress Christine? My, my Nadir, and you were once chief of police.' He laughed again coldly, towering over me, then turning away.

'You think I would ever try and impress her Nadir? How could I ever? She is a fallen star Nadir, an angel and I'm the devils child, a repulsive carcass. She is a beauty beyond this world Nadir. I noticed the laughs turned to sobs now, his back to me shaking, then he turned aggressively, making me jump. 'You are right my looks would never win her! They would win no one! Not even my mother Nadir! Not even my own mother, she wished me drowned at birth!'

I didn't know what to do, my anger had diminished.

'I did this Nadir...I did this because I want to be in control. I will have a say in how Christine, you and in some way's I am treated. I have been controlled Nadir, I have been properly controlled, you think your petty hours and hard work are 'control,' how foolish, this is nothing. Nothing compares to it Nadir, nothing, that feeling of being entirely helpless. To being under control. This is a simple mind game that is it! A mind game Nadir! Not what you think it is! I'm returning the head band tomorrow; I have no need for jewels. I'm keeping the Shah in line.' He said furiously, but I noticed the tears falling behind his mask, he stood up right now, in that sickeningly perfect posture and he laughed.

'Oh sweet Nadir, did it ever cross your mind, that Christine followed me? That she came after me in the night, worried about me for some reason. I don't understand it either, but that's what happened, she is safe, and not that you care I'm safe. Nadir, I made an oath the day she arrived, that I would protect her, and I will do that. But I shall not simply fall down on my back to the Shah like a tame dog, like you do. I've never cared for anything before Nadir, but I care for Christine and I will be be here for her, and help her. This is the beginning Nadir, the head piece is only the start!' Erik looked crazy now, as he shook his head, standing tall and saying this down to me. I knew he was in some dark mind set.

'Erik you really care for Christine don't you.' I said quietly, in a daze.

'Yes.' He replied, his eyes soft and slightly sparkly, his anger seeming to leave.

'Erik you realise they will ask me questions.' I said sighing.

'Yes. The head piece will be returned by you this evening, say you found it, take the glory.' Erik said simply.

'But what about you and Christine?' I asked, shaking my head, how had I gone from so angry to pity?

'Do not fear for Miss Daae, the angel of music has her under his wing now. She will be safe.' He said looking over my head.

But in his eye was something strange, something I had never seen before, a slight glimmer in the brown and blue. It was strange, at the mention of Christine's name his eyes would do that. He really did care for Christine, but as I looked at his eyes again, I wondered if perhaps it was more than caring that Erik was feeling towards this girl. I closed my eyes drawing in a deep breath.

Christine was beyond beautiful, Erik had an obsession with beauty. But I couldn't help feeling she would be the beauty he would never capture.

I rubbed my temples, praying to Allah that this masked man had a plan going on in his head, because for now I was beyond confused.

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Christine POV

I stood singing the beautiful song to my Angel, it was such a lovely piece of music, and I felt like I could relate to it, this song was about my Angel. He had been there for me, to save me last night. I felt so foolish, and the disappointment in my Angel's eyes when he had told me off for following him, was so strong I just wanted to beg him for forgiveness. I couldn't resist following him, I had just had too. It was so strange, I had watched him scramble up the pole, attempted myself and managed to fall through the bench, making the most horrific crunching sound, but when Angel had returned he had something flashing white gold in his hands, I had seen it before, the Shah's head band. Why did my Angel want it? It belonged to that pig of a man, not my Angel. It had hit me as we had sped through the dark, the guard on our heels, that my Angel had stolen. I was shocked at first, but the Shah was so cruel, so mean, that I was sure my Angel had a very good reason to do so, though I still disagreed with stealing.

'Breath Christine, breath.' My Angel said, as he plummeted his fingers down onto the piano, they danced beautifully. I was mesmerised, but listened to my Angel's advise, it made me tremble the way the music held me, and filled the room, it felt like I was going to suffocate. I was trying as hard as I could to impress my Angel, I wanted to make it up to him for being so foolish and following him yesterday.

I took some deep breaths and poured everything into the last few lines, my body shook slightly, and my eyes clenched shut.

Don't lose your faith, don't turn away,

Everything that makes you, who you are,

Will not lead you astray,

When it gets cold,

Too dark too see,

Reach in your soul and find me there I'll always be,

Your constant angel.

I let my voice soar, my hand went to my throat as my voice clashed with a frenzy of sound. I heard my Angel get up, as I stood panting for a moment. I looked up into his eyes for reassurance, but found them sparking slightly. Was he angry at me?

'Angel? Was it not good?' I said looking at the floor, mentally hitting myself.

'That was perfection, Christine.' He said quietly.

I looked up, grinning, my face aching from smiling. He had forgiven me for last night it seemed. I felt relief wash over me.

'You are progressing everyday Christine, it is beautiful to see.' I smiled again, watching mesmerised as he talked using his hands to express himself, I noticed the white bandages across his fingers.

'Oh Angel, your fingers are they quite alright?' I asked worried that he was still bleeding, I reached forward to take his hand, but when my fingers brushed his, he jumped up and looked as if he may run.

'S-sorry, yes they are, they are fine.' He stammered wildly, his mismatched eyes darting wildly, left to right. Was he okay?

'I'm glad to hear that Angel, thank you so much, you have been so kind to me. My constant angel.' I laughed slightly singing the last line, I watched my Angel's mask lift slightly I always presumed this was him smiling. I wished I could see his smile properly, I bet it was beautiful, I hadn't dare ask about his mask, but already I hated it, I wanted to look at my beautiful angel properly.

'I shall get you some breakfast, I umm I hope you don't mind, but I noticed your lack of clothing and the slave costume is well...not exactly practical, so I well I took the liberty of getting you a few pieces.' My Angel looked away as he said this, his voice small, and his hands wringing. He passed me a box of three dresses.

'Oh Angel thank you so much! You didn't need too, these are lovely!' I placed the box down on the desk and picked each of the sot fabrics up, one was a light blue, with a beautiful lace trimming, the other was pin stripe navy, with a large navy bow and the last was a pink. They were all so beautiful, and in European style, I wondered where on earth my Angel got them from! I beamed at him, with that his mask raised again, and with a bow he strode upstairs.

I smiled and squealed at the dresses, wanting to wear them all at once, I wondered where my Angel got him impeccable taste from, everything he owned was beautiful. Everything shared that same twisted beauty from the candles, to the drapes on the walls, everything was strangely beautiful.

I decided to wear the pinstripe dress, I kicked the strange slave costume, it was beautiful, but not very comfortable. Slipping on the soft fabric, felt so nice, and the dress fir perfect, I spun around admiring the way it spun with me. I found in the box there was also a navy ribbon, I smiled putting it in a bow on top of my curls. I smiled again, and spun once more, giggling slightly now.

'Having fun?' I heard an amused voice say from the stairs. I blushed red, as I turned to face my Angel.

'Yes, thank you so much.' I skipped forward slightly, noticing Angel's hands were full with trays of food, I offered to help but he swatted my hands away, beckoning me to sit in the throne chair.

'Here, I don't know what you'd like so I made you a home special, well from France anyway.' Angel's voice was so unsure, as he placed the food before me; I just wanted to cuddle him, why was he being so kind? My tummy growled at the pastries before me, I began eating and slurping at my juice, when I realised my Angel was not eating.

'Angel, would you like some?' I lifted the plate to him, but he shook his head.

'No thank you Christine.' He said raising a hand and pushing the plate back to me.

'But-' I was silenced quickly, by the raise of one long finger.

'Not even one?' I asked sadly. He shook his masked face. I sighed and buttered him a pastry anyway, perhaps he would want it later. I felt happy now, I had a fully tummy. I rose my last mouth full of coco pastry to my mouth, when I realised I was being watched, that my Angel who stood leaning with is back again the wall was staring at me, his eyes wide and his bottom lip dropped. I wondered what was wrong, and rose.

'Are you okay angel?' I asked scared, his eyes were still wide and fixated on my face.

'You have, you have, you have a crumb.' He pointed with a finger to the corner of my mouth; I whipped out m tongue and caught it.

'Thank you.' I smiled, but still Angel looked ready to climb the walls.

'Are you sure, you are okay?' I asked again, worried about my Angel, who was up against the wall as if someone might recognise him. But it was only me here.

'Yes Christine, sorry, I'm fine,' he shook his head. 'Come I must return you to the Shah now, I'm afraid.' He sighed as if in pain.

I felt like a bubble had burst inside of me, I didn't want to return to that man, never ever, he was cruel, and unkind, I was shaking just thinking about it.

'Christine don't be frightened. I know it's tough, but you must be strong, that's the one thing he cannot stand, if you stay strong in there, he will have more respect for you. Alright? Please Christine, don't cry. Fallen angels shouldn't do so. Please, I hate it. You will be safe, I'm nearby, and ready to jump in at any moment, if you need me.' I looked up into my Angel's eyes, he was so kind to me, he had called me a 'fallen angel,' my tummy went light at the thought of him just saying that, how kind he was. He was the true angel. I nodded at him and smiled, he returned the nod, but the mask did not lift.

By the time we got to the palace my head ached from riding in the sun, Angel had ridden his beautiful horse, and I had borrowed one of Nadir's, it was lovely, but people were packed into the streets, Angel seemed to be able to disappear a lot too, then come galloping back silent. It was strange. My tummy was so tight with nerves when I reached the palace doors, I didn't want to ever leave my Angel.

'Cant I just stay with you?' I asked him in a small voice, this time his mask did rise.

'I wish you could Christine, I really do.' He sighed sadly, his voice was somehow heart breaking, and made me just want to hold him. I was about to wrap my arms around his skeletal frame, when the woman, Narla, came through the doors.

'You, with me now!' she barked at me, making me jump.

'She has a name, you will do well to call her by it, or have me to answer too.' My Angel spat at her, I watched her tremble slightly.

'Fine. Come with me Christine.' She said glaring at angel, who nodded at me. I smile dta him, though I wanted to be sick, I had to be strong, I had to try and be anyway. I had to! What had angel said? That this would make him back off me that it would make that awful man back away.

I felt Narla's hand dig into my arm, as she dragged me away through the doors, I stole one more glance at my angel, before I was being dragged down the corridor, but this time we didn't go too far, but out a door on the left side.

'Go through there. Someone is waiting.' She snapped and walked away.

My heart went tenfold as I hovered my hand over the door knob. Who was this someone, what was this room? Then a thought struck me! Papa! What if he had finally made it? What if he was here for me? He had to be! I knew it would be him, I was grinning, my hand pushed down on the door knob as I shook.

I was ready to see my Papa, but instead saw the Shah stretched on one almighty chair, he barely filled it, and he was a stocky man, his robes of a strange lace, into was stitched little beads. The room was high roofed, the walls a cream, and large lace curtains covered the windows, but that was it for the room. I looked him up and down, and noticed his head was covered with a little think gold band, not the diamante one, Angel had taken, my heart went funny at the thought. I dropped my eyes quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice me. I had to be strong, but I had got my hopes up so high or it being Papa. Now here he was, the Shah.

'Ah, hello little one, I didn't see you there. Come.' He pointed at the chair opposite him, the white togared politicians stood by the windows. 'You look beautiful. Now today you shall entertain me. Sit.' I sat down hating how close he was too me, as he lent from his chair, uncrossing his legs.

'Now, I hear things, and someone tells me you might know where my head band is.' He said softly, his eyes squinting slightly, I moved my face back away from his, my heart racing, I couldn't say anything, I wouldn't I knew it would get Angel into trouble if I did. I would never get him hurt or in trouble. No!

'I don't know what you mean.' I said looking at my hands; I felt the finger got to my chin, raising it to face his eyes, I trembled, wanting to cry, but trying to be strong.

'Ah, ah, ah, now don't you lie to me little one, or I will get angry, now let's treat it like a story. I love stories. So start from the beginning.' He still had his finger beneath my chin, a tear tried to escape from my eye. I blinked it back, clenching my fists. My heart racing, I was going to have to think of something fast. I remained silent, looking down. I felt my chin be cupped fully now, I wriggled back, but the grip got firmer.

'Fine, then. Bring them in.' The Shah called and the door opened, three men walked in, all of them had extremely bruised faces, my eyes widened, oh no! It was them, the ones who had threatened me and Angel on the street! Did they know about the head band!

'Now then, these men tell me you were out of bed late little one, is that true?' his hand jolted beneath my chin, making me bite my tongue and wince, looking up into the deep brown eyes.

'Y-yes.' I stammered. His hand dropped my chin, I gasped for air.

'Good girl. Now then, how about this story. Do tell and do you know what my favourite part about stories are?' The Shah said sitting back, I shook my head, oh no, I ha to think and fast!

He lent forward again, brushing my hair back from my ear and whispering so I trembled and froze.

'Gory ends little one, gory ends.'

I was trembling so much now, as I began to make up a story in my head. I watched the Shah sit back, looking at me expectantly. As I took a breath, and prayed to be forgiven for the many lies I was about to tell.

I hope you liked that! Wow another long chapter, sorry!

Thank you so much for reading and supporting me! Means so much to me, it really does!

Opinions as always are really really needed/welcome! OH what I'd love to know is who/what you think this Erik/Christine/Nadir/The Shah are like so far...

(by who I mean like I'm trying to get Erik to be like Ramin's Erik with a hint of Hugh Panaro...sounds like a love soup!)

Ohh the song is 'Constant Angel' by the wonderful Mr Karimloo :D

*reviewers I'm feeling kind and so is Erik you get to snuggle in his arms whilst he rocks you too sleep*