A/N – here is the second chapter for the day. I know I promised no cliffhangers, but I couldn't post this whole thing in one portion, so this is essentially part two of Chapter 25. As always, Enjoy and let me know your thoughts. I own nothing. This chapter is one of the ones that garnered the M rating for this story. Recap –

Erik is said to have died at age three, but no one knows a burial site. He had a small deformity by his ear, but it was usually overlooked because of the size and location. It was thought to have been easily covered by hair." Nadir looked at Erik "You need to ready yourself for the rest of this, because it may sound familiar."

"You were not 5 when the gypsies took you in the market, you were 3. The small defect that would have been hidden bothered your mother, so she began to try and find ways to make it go away. I have been told she did everything from trying to cut it away, to using red hot blades to burn it away. It would have left some scarring, but it would have changed to the color of your skin as you grew, and become less noticeable as you became older. The mistake was made of not keeping everything covered after one session, and you being a young boy, could not be kept from the outside. The wound got infected, and spread rapidly. You nearly died. You spent your third birthday in bed, unable to eat because the infect had done damage to your jaw, and you had not yet healed from it. It took about a month for you to be able to eat again. After that, your father decided you needed something more suitable for your station to cover your face. You would not let anyone touch it, not even your nurse or your parents. That is why you went to the market with her. You had won the battle over the infection in your skin, but you had to wear the cloth mask because of the scarring. Your mother took you to the market with her, she was carrying the twins then. You were to visit a shop with her about getting some porcelain masks made that would fit with you as you grew. You didn't have a cloth fully over your face at the time. It was just part of it, and the eye that is on that side was still swollen shut. Neither of you saw the gypsy woman coming to take you. She left the cloth, putting you in a sack." Nadir stopped for a moment to hold back tears "The cloth was found, but you weren't. It was assumed that you had been hit by a horse or carriage, and taken for dead." Nadir stopped again, watching Erik and Christine's thoughts on the matter. Erik was trying to control his raging mind "Those bastards took me! They knew what they were looking for, and they took me! They will all perish, a special place in hell for them so they can join Javert. I will never let them near any of us. This means that I do have a family after all. Wait, Daroga gave me his name, and I shall keep it. I will not take the family name of a family I know nothing about." Erik stood up and began pacing the room "What am I supposed to do Daroga? Go to their door and show them I am still alive? I have been resurrected once already today, dong it again soon would surely be exhausting." Nadir shook his head "What Anthony told you about your eye color is true. I spoke to the brothers as well, and they have the eye color too. Their father and his brothers have it. The males in the family seem to be the only ones to inherit the eyes, where the women do not. Your father's sister did not take the color, but her sons did. If everything is proven true, your sons will have the same eyes as you do." Christine was lost in her thoughts for a moment, not listening to the exchange "So I would be Madame DuPage then? Oh, our sons would have their father's rare and beautiful eye color. They would be perfect like him, with or without any kind of defect." Christine looked back at Erik, and tried to imagine him without the scars from his childhood.

Nadir continued "Since the Baron DuPage is still living and strong, you may want to go to him Erik. You need to know if these people are your blood. His wife passed about 10 years ago, it is said that she never got over the loss of her eldest son, who was so precious to her. My contacts could not find out any more about her." Erik looked at Nadir, ready to confirm what was already in his mind "I may go to meet them, and they may share blood, but I will not share my name with them. You gave me your name so that I could marry my angel without any pretense or coercion. Nadir, I will keep your name as you are the one that gave it to me. You rescued us all from certain death." Erik looked at Christine, her eyes were brimming with tears for her love and what he had found out. Erik spoke again "However, I will go see this Baron DuPage, if he so desires. It will only be after I am wed, and some of the plans for the opera house are complete. Christine, would you go with me? If I am to meet my family of blood, I want my wife with me, so they may see the goddess that you are, and know that I am no monster." Christine's tears began to fall "Of course I would Erik. Anywhere you go, let me go too. I have heard wonderful stories of Calais." Erik pulled Christine to him, dabbing her tears with a cloth "My angel, the time for tears is over. You need not cry for me, unless it is of joy. I have never known any family outside of Madame and Daroga. You are to be my wife in less than a week, and I will meet these possible blood relatives soon."

Christine and Erik went to the solar after getting all of this information from Nadir, both soaking in what they had found out "Erik, you have a family of your blood after all. You now have three groups of people that will do whatever it takes to keep you safe." Christine pulled Erik into an embrace, and kissed him. Erik was stunned at first, and began to kiss her back with intent and passion. He put his hands into her hair again, and Christine responded with a moan. Erik pulled back for a moment "I am going to take this off, love. Please, show me gentleness." Christine nodded, excited about getting to touch the ravaged side of Erik's face. They both knew now that the deformity was not his doing, and much of the damage was accidental, but Erik still felt that she needed a warning before she saw what was there. Christine put her hands on Erik's face as soon as he removed the mask, and while stroking the scarred side with her hand, she moved the other hand to his hair, which was not secured as is usually was. His hair felt so thick and luxurious, she was almost jealous. "Erik, love, show me what you feel." Erik grabbed Christine and pulled her firmly against him "As you wish, my angel. I am ever your servant." Erik kissed her again with purpose, gliding his hands over her waist, and pulling her hips towards him "I can't make it another week. I must have her, and I must have her soon! I can't go on thrusting into my hand nearly every night remembering her touch and her kisses. Gods, she is my salvation and my undoing!" Erik's arousal was already evident to Christine, and she thought about stopping. She knew that she couldn't lie with him yet, but she had an idea that she had heard in the opera house that some of the girls did with their lovers when they were on their monthly curse, and how the men could use their fingers on the girls too. Christine looked at Erik "I can't lie with you yet, but there is something I can do to help you." Christine felt Erik's length through his trousers. Erik gasped for air, feeling the fire of her touch on his member like nothing he had ever felt before "She will unman me right here and now. Better she does it in my clothes so she isn't embarrassed later. NO, I want to be free when I come undone. Maybe I can return the favor." Erik smirked against Christine's throat as he dipped low for just a moment, trailing his hand up her leg "I can help you with something too, my dear. It will be exquisite." Erik's had rested on her thigh, with just enough skirt to still hide her from his view. Christine went to run her hand on Erik's manhood again, when he quickly unbuttoned his trousers, allowing himself to spring free "It works better if you touch the flesh itself, and not just the fabric that covers it. Erik nipped down Christine's throat, getting small gasps from her as he found what he was looking for between her legs "She is so perfect, even here. How am I going to last another 5 days?" Erik felt the dampness, and Christine muffled a groan by pushing her mouth on to Erik's. Both were stroking each other, working on the pleasure of the other, and feeling their own, not quite knowing if reality was truly where they were, or if they were in a sordid dream. Christine felt a sudden pulsing, and jumped, while Erik tried to keep him mouth on hers in their kiss while she keened her pleasure "So that is what they call the petite death. No wonder all the girls at the opera house were always wanting to find a man. I will need this again, and often I think. Only Erik can play my body so perfectly like that." Christine was panting as Erik led her down to the floor. Her legs were shaking so bad that he didn't know if she was able to stand "Angel, I am going to come undone, only for you. You unman me, and take me to another level of existence. Oh, Gods!" Erik spent himself on her hands and his, never having felt that powerful of a release before. "How did she do that? She is a siren! I have never had a release that powerful and that hard. I almost ache from it. I can never get enough of her."

AT THE OPERA HOUSE –

Fermin was exhausted after the unexpected meeting with their former Phantom, now Patron. Andre had been going off the walls with panic, changing to joy, then apprehension. Fermin couldn't keep up with Andre's mood swings, and considered asking Erik about his lasso, and if he could use it to put Andre out of their misery. Andre looked at Fermin as we went over the plans Erik had left "So, this chandelier is to be more grand than the one that he wrecked? And he is commissioning the dome painting? What all else has he changed, other than the outside of the opera?" Fermin shook his head "Look at the plans you dolt. I know that mind of yours still has some function, or at least I hope it does. Calm yourself and realize that this is the best thing that could happen given the situation. We have a patron again, and we do not have to run the opera or deal with divas and musicians. All we have to do is collect our money and agree to his suggestions." Andre agreed "I know this, and it is wonderful to now have time to enjoy our fortunes. It still unnerves me that he is alive. I knew he was to be a master at many things, but how did he escape the underground and the mob? He surely had help." Fermin nodded "He did, but I don't know who, and I really don't care. The workers come back tomorrow to begin restoration on the inside. We need our rest so we can be awake and ready."