I am so sorry... Just been lacking inspiration/ motivation! Thank you for the reviews! Lets carry on, shall we? Perhaps we should try a different P.O.V today...

ERIK

I was so confused. I had just told Christine my deepest, darkest secrets and yet here she was, embracing me like I was a normal human being. Even I knew I wasn't, the deformity that marred me like a brand told me that, I knew the anger in me was of demonic roots. Yet she insisted that I was not a monster... how could she say that after all of the murders I had committed? I was desperate to probe her more, make her explain herself a bit more clearly but I didn't want to break up this moment we were sharing. It was... strange. The first time she had hugged me had been quick and feather light, yet this one was long in duration and full of care. She even kissed my chest... kissed it. I've never been kissed before, but here this amazing woman that stood in my arms had kissed an ugly scar that tore its way across my chest and it felt so good. She was the first one to break away from the embrace and I immediately felt cold without her against me. I wished she had never done that for now I craved her touch as well as her being and voice.

"It's ok Erik. I'm here for you." She soothed, placing her hand on my cheek which I still realised was exposed. I think this was the longest I had ever gone without it. To my surprise, I realised I was still crying so I roughly wiped my tears away, sniffing as I did so. Honestly I felt like I was a little boy again, it was disgusting. I noticed how she rolled her eyes at this action and removed my hands away from my face. "You are allowed to cry, Erik. It's not forbidden." Christine smiled, taking my hands in hers.

"I am sorry. I hate crying. It makes me look weak... Can't be ruining my reputation, can I?" She huffed in annoyance.

"Well good thing it is just you and me down here. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that the mighty opera ghost cries." I laughed lightly at her little remark, marvelling out how she was managing to cheer me up after having to recall my sad sorry life.

"Erik... Have you ever gone back home? I mean... just to see if... she was still around?" I stiffened at the thought and shuddered. I couldn't think of anything worse that returning back to that pious little village.

"No. I haven't and I don't really care if she is alive or dead. She's dead to me anyway." She nodded in what I thought was understanding but what she said next nearly knocked me off of my feet.

"Maybe you should go back... Get some closure. It's obvious your childhood still haunts you... You never know, it might help. And, of course, I would go with you." I stared at her, incredulous. She really wanted me to do this, didn't she? I tried thinking of any excuse to deter her, for I knew that once an idea had been planted in her head, she would find a way to do it.

"Christine, you're not even supposed to be down here alone with me, let alone travel across the country unchaperoned." She shrugged, giving me a sly smile that I didn't like the look of.

"No one has to know... And we can pretend that we are a married couple..." I sucked in a shocked breath that I ended up choking on as I thought as me and Christine as husband and wife, both ridiculous and amazing at the same time.

"C-Christine..." I stammered, placing a hand against my forehead, "I swear you are so ahead of your time..." She blushed, tucking a hair behind her ear.

"Well... I think we should do it. After the performance is over tomorrow, we could go to Boscherville... After all it will be Christmas break and no one will be around." I knew there was no way of swaying her away from her decision so I reluctantly nodded, for this was something that I had never had any intention of doing.

"Fine Christine, you win. We leave on Wednesday. But know this," I warned, holding my finger up in front of her face, "I am not happy about this at all." I left her standing in the hallway, my feet carrying me to my music room where I let out all of my pent up anguish and anger on the piano. Thinking about Wednesday only made my playing worse so I stopped and sighed in frustration. This wasn't what I was expecting to happen at all.

A/N Ja i know short and a bit boring, as usual I don't own any of the characters, all rights go to Gaston Leroux etc...