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Okay so a quick re cap, Erik looks like Hugh Panaro/Ramin Karimloo and Christine is like Clare Doyle (girl in picture)/Sierra and Gina Beck!

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Chapter 37-Christine's POV

Never had I had such a night's sleep, it was beautiful. I had not had a single thought go through my head, it had been beautiful, just a blank mind, free of thoughts, and nightmares, I felt safe, I wasn't sure if it was possible to feel so when sleeping, but I did, and I knew that was due to the beautiful man whose arms I slept in. I wriggled slightly, praying I would just sleep forever in Erik's arms and not wake up to the harsh reality of life.

But my eyes began to open and I had no choice to give in and let them flutter open. The left opened easily, the right however ached terribly and reminded me of my bruised and battered face. I sat up quickly, and found not the comfort of Erik's arms, but the back of his huge chair, a quilt surrounded me. But I leapt up, where was he? Where was my angel?

What if the Khanum had found him, taken him away, what if the Shah had kept his promise and decided to kill him without even letting anyone know, what if he had simply taken him in the night as e had said he would. I was panicking now, my heart racing, as I thought of all of the [promises the Shah had made to me, the ones that involved mainly Erik getting hurt, due to our love, it seemed just so unfair, so unjust, I was beyond terrified of my love for my angel anyway, I knew he was so much more than me, so much more. So talented and beautiful, and I was so plain and boring, but yet he said he loved me and wanted to spend every day with me.

But now he was gone. My heart began to pound, the room was filled with that hazy navy, but it was pierced by a single light, a streak of goldenness, that gave me comfort for a moment, reminding me that Erik had in fact been here, but then a chill ran over my skin, and I touched my face gingerly, wincing, tears formed in my eyes, I couldn't ever be alone ever again now I knew what that beastly man could do. I closed my eyes trying to forget it all, but it quickly rushed back into my thoughts.

I had been summoned to the Shah's chamber's, and by the look the guard gave me I knew I was in trouble. The Khanum had just threatened me, I was already beyond terrified, but for some reason I feared the Shah more then the Khanum, the Khanum shouted and screamed, and made me want to cry, but the Shah, he made my skin prickle and my body go cold.

I knew he would hurt me, before I had even gone into the room, I knew I was going to be hurt, something told me, I was crying before I even went into the mighty chambers. I just wanted Erik to be safe, to be okay, I was terrified, but mainly for Erik, I didn't want him to be hurt because of me, that wasn't right.

'He is pretty angry, be wise with your words.' The guard had told me, opening the gigantic door, I nodded at him, biting into my lip, closing my eyes as I had entered.

'So, you thought I wouldn't know.' The soft voice had come, I had heard the door shut behind me, tears leaking down my face with fear, knowing that I was truly trapped with him now.

I said nothing, and for my silence my jaw had been grabbed ferociously.

'Open your eyes Little One it's too late now, I know all about your little love.' He had spat, making me tremble, his fingers clenching around my jaw tighter.

I had opened my eyes, shaking, I had tears rolling down my cheeks, and the Shah had stood before me, I had flinched back, his deep brown eyes filled with anger, his snarling lip pulled up, as he looked down at me, the head band of diamonds nearly blinding me.

'Come with me.' My hand had been crushed by the large one of the Shah's which left my chin and dragged me to the balcony.

Oh god! I had thought, he was going to push me off! I resisted, but was tugged at harder, sobbing now, he would kill me, I had been certain of it.

Once on the balcony, I had turned to the Shah falling to my knees.

'Please, I promise to be good, don't kill me!' I had sobbed.

The laugh he gave sickened me to my stomach.

'Kill you? Why would I do that, I want you to look, down there.' He pointed forward. I had stood up, and looked, wiping my eyes, my breath caught, this balcony looked down onto the majority of Persia, and then I had seen it, well him. There in the right hand corner of the fenced palace, had been Erik, in the sand square, building, where I had just been embracing him. My heart had gone cold, and I had silenced. Just by seeing Erik I had felt safer, I wished to call out to him, to cry out, to tell him how frightened I was, but if he was down there I had known he would be safer than up with me and the Shah

But my thoughts had been quickly ripped to a stop, as the Shah's grip had snaked around my arm, turning me to face him savagely.

'So, you love a monster! It's true, I thought perhaps it was a silly trick, but no it's true!' he had said still in that sickeningly soft voice, the one that was not shouting, but still soft and terrifying. I had tried to stagger back from him, but his grip had got tighter, his nails digging into my skin, shaking me, as he lent close into my face.

'You look at him with love, yet you fear me!' his voice had grown now, as he had flung me to the floor, I had given a scream and tried to flee, I had looked up and saw that the Shah was coming towards me, he had grabbed my arms, lifting me slightly off the floor.

'You love ugly things do you? Is that it?' The Shah had screamed now, his voice completely ugly, the guards around the room had shifted uncomfortably as I had tried to catch their eyes.

'No, no, please.' I had sobbed to the Shah, looking up at him.

'No!' he had given a scream, looking completely wild, as he had shaken his head. 'Enough, you wish for ugliness, then you shall have it.'

I had not had time to move away, and had not expected what had come next, a savage blow the face, across my cheek, again and again the hits came.

I'm not sure how long he hit me for, but when he stopped, everything hurt. My arms, my face, my eye was the worst; I was nearly unable to see as I had lain on the floor, but I had been lifted up to my feet, which I had wobbled on.

'There now, you may think I have been cruel, but now you are ugly, just like the creature you love, ugly creatures don't love ugly things, you're ugly now, ugly like him. It's a reminder, love him, and I swear I will make you so ugly you won't be worthy of my attention.' He had said holding me tightly to him, looking into my eyes, I dropped them, shoving away, but had been pulled back.

'Go back to him, and show him your face. Your ugly little face, though I must say I find it rather appealing, oh don't look at me in such a way, you know you deserved what you got, you acted out, and do so did I.' He had smirked down at me as he had ran the back of his hand down my cheek.

I had flinched away, and had somehow managed to get out the palace, I had felt every pair of eyes on me as I had ran, sobbing, desperately trying to find Erik, or wishing to, but he had been nowhere to be seen, and I had with many sobs got onto Angelica, my mind had wandered off, filled with fear, pain, and just utter disbelief, never had I been hit, never! Not like that any way, everything hurt and I had been so helpless, I had been able to do nothing at all. It terrified me, the control he had, it was not natural, I knew now the Shah was beyond control, beyond mine, beyond Erik's, beyond anyone. I was so terrified.

I shook my head, finding that I had tears running down my painful face, and my breath had hitched up a notch, the little candle in front of me had gone out now, and I ran to the stair's falling, hitting my knees, rushing with the desperate need to see Erik, I had to get to him and quick. I shoved open the door, and heard voices from up stairs, I could tell it was only early as the tiles on the orangey red floor were cold beneath my toes, I felt happier now I was up and out of Erik's domain, without Erik it felt so cold and unwelcoming. I took my time up the stairs this time, and smiled wincing, as I saw Mr Khan in the door frame of Amir's room, he would know where Erik was, I relaxed as I walked across the landing, but Mr Khan turned to me, his eyes made me gasp, they were filled with tears, those big brown orbs, so full of sadness, I thought I might cry.

'Mr Khan are you alright?' I asked quietly.

'It's Amir, he is bad again.' He breathed, I embraced him tightly, and looked into the room.

Erik was knelt beside the little bed that I saw Amir was tucked into, I gulped, the boy was dripping with sweat, sat up slightly, but then I looked and noticed Erik was feeding a little pipe into the crease of his arm, it was tiny, so small it was nearly invisible, a little bit of blood surrounded the crease of Amir's elbow.

'You're being so brave Amir, so very brave.' Erik said softly, he was stripped out of his waist coat, in a smile white shirt, he wore no cravat either, it was strange he looked so relaxed, yet so fearful for little Amir, who gave a weak smile to Erik.

'Look...Christine's here.' Amir whispered, Erik looked up at me, I felt love and adoration sweep through me as I looked into his eyes, those beautiful miss matched eyes, his bottom lip was slightly open, as he looked at me.

'Christine, what is wrong, you've been crying.' He said, with a voice so full of concern I felt very special to have this man's full attention. I ran to his side, where he was knelt, and smiled at him, putting my arms around him, forgetting Mr Khan and Amir were in the room, I didn't care, I was so relieved to see he was okay, to see that the person I loved more than anything was okay, my heart jumped as I tucked my head into his shoulder, his bones sticking into my ear, he was so thin, but I inhaled his beautiful smell of candles and perfumes, I just wanted to hold him forever and ever and ever.

Then there was a little giggle.

'Christine loves Erik.' Amir laugh, he looked awful, his lips slightly blue, his eyes surrounded by black skin, and his face seemed very thin and gaunt, but yet he giggled, his beautiful brown eyes crossed to the middle. I flushed slightly, and looked at Erik who was looking away from me, and holding the tube which was in Amir with a tight grip.

I stood up and smiled, sitting next to Amir's head, running my fingers in little circles on his bare tummy.

'Yes, I do love Erik, lots and lots and lots!' I said with a big smile, Amir gave a giggle which was followed by coughs; I took my hands away, and looked at Erik worriedly.

'Erik, he is hurting I can tell, oh angel let me help him.' I spun to Erik, I was so worried or Amir now.

'Darling, I think I'm going to have to do it.' Erik whispered with a sigh, I felt all warm and loved inside, though as I put my hand to Erik's he shrank back slightly, making a lump form in my throat.

'What Erik? Tell me angel?' I asked him quietly, watching him as he stood up, he still held the little tube which was attached to Amir.

'I-I'm going to have to hook you up, your blood will need to flow into Amir's system, he needs blood.' He whispered, looking at Amir whose eyes were shutting, as he breathed heavily.

I looked at the tube, and shivered slightly, but then looked at Amir, brave little Amir, how perfect and precious he was and how very brave.

'Let's do it.' I said with a weak smile.

'Darling are you sure?' Erik asked his voice full of concern.

'Yes, I want to do this. Please.' I said looking up into his eyes.

He gave a nod. Then placed the tube down beside Amir.

'Here, you will need to sit, Christine, if you feel faint, tired or dizzy at any point you must let me know, it's crucial that you do.' Erik pushed the chair beside Amir for me, he lifted up his cloak, and once I was sat, hesitated then tucked it around me.

There was a heavy silence for a moment, only Amir's laboured breathing could be heard. Then Mr Khan's voice.

'Thank you Christine, thank you so much.' He sobbed.

Erik was now holding a little knife, his hand was visibly trembling, I could see tears were in his miss allied eyes. He knelt before me, well he crashed to the floor almost, staring at the knife, his shakes violent now. I was beyond worried as I looked at him.

'Erik...' I said quietly, trying to catch his eyes.

'A scratch from a monster, a slap from a beast.' He whispered under his breath.

'Erik?' Mr Khan asked now, as Erik seemed transfixed on the knife,

'So subtle is a blade.' He whispered in that strange quiet voice, as he looked at it, stared at it.

'Erik, darling?' I whispered, seeing him like this send shivers up my spine, I knew he wasn't with me anymore, that he was some far of place.

'I can't do it, I can't hurt you again. No. I'm a monster enough as it is, look at your face.' Erik slammed the knife down, he was shaking so hard now his body began to rock, tears formed in my eyes.

'Erik, you're not going to hurt me, it's going to save Amir, little Amir, he is hurt Erik, please let me help him.' I whimpered.

'But Christine, it's all my fault.' Erik sobbed.

'Erik, please, please, please, let me do it, if you cannot, my son Erik, he needs your help.' Mr Khan now begged, sitting beside his son's head.

Erik flew to his feet, never had I seen a person move so quickly.

'No! I will do it, you shall not harm her.' He growled, shaking all over he came over to me.

'Christine, forgive me, please forgive me.' he whimpered, as I placed my arm down, I jumped at his cold touch, as he put the knife to the crease of my elbow, I closed my eyes, and then felt a tiny pinch. I opened my eyes quickly, a tiny pool of blood covered my arm now. I smiled up at Erik, who was still shaking.

'This will hurt.' He whispered, reaching for the tube, and with a shaking hand slotted it into the tiny cut on my arm. I bit deeply into my lip, it hurt a lot, but I did my best not to cry. I gulped at the bruises on my arm.

I watched fascinated as I moved my arm slightly and the tiny tube filled with ruby red liquid, running into Amir's arm, where we were joined, it was very strange, but mesmerising, how truly clever this was.

'It works.' Mr Khan breathed, kissing his son's forehead, whose eyes were shut.

'We will have to see, how his body reacts, it is the right blood, but we must now hope for the best.' Erik said panting as if he had been running, he came to my side, kneeling beside my chair.

'My darling, are you alright, may I ask why you were crying?' he asked full of concern.

I felt so foolish now.

'Because of the Shah.' I whispered, looking down at Erik's cloak that was all around me, I felt slightly dizzy, the strange sensation of blood coming out of me. I then felt Erik's cold, soft hand upon my bruised and hot cheek, his hand shook like the beat of a butterflies wings, but it was such a beautiful feeling, I leant into his hand.

'Do not fear him Christine, I love you, more than the stars that's all that matters, my love will keep you safe.' I looked into his eyes, and gasped at the love and comfort I found there.

'I love you more than nothing.' I smiled back at him, still leaning into his hand.

He gave a chuckle.

'More than anything is that what you mean?' he looked at me, and I blushed nodding.

'Yes, that's what I meant.'

Erik stood up, looking at me with his love filled eyes, which made my heart beat harder. Had that look always been there?

Mr Khan stood at the same time as Erik did.

'Thank you for this my boy, for even trying.' He said patting Erik's shoulder, who shied away.

'You're welcome, leave him to rest, he is so very brave Nadir, you know that. Such a brave boy.' He said quietly, brushing Amir's hair with his long fingers, almost a shadow of a touch.

'I know, he is so special.' Nadir smiled down at his boy, who wriggled slightly, his eyes now shut, his chest moving up and down slowly.

I pulled Erik's cloak around me tighter. Careful not to move the strange tube from my arm which was throbbing ever so slightly.

Erik came over to me.

'Are you quite alright my darling?' he asked me.

'Yes I'm fine.' I smiled.

He then did something so bold, I nearly fainted.

He leant down and kissed my forehead. I gasped, and he pulled away quickly.

'I-I must go for a moment, I will be back. Let the tube out gently in half an hour. I should be back.' he said quickly, leaving the room. Nadir nodded at him.

I watched him go, and snuggled into his cloak. It smelt so warm and inviting, I felt so full of love.

'Thank you for this Christine, for all of this, you are an angel, a true angel, and you're love for Erik is breath taking, you are like a daughter to me now.' Mr Khan turned and said to me, holding his little boys hand.

My heart gave a jump; it was like having Papa with me again.

'Oh Mr Khan, you are so welcome, I want Amir to get better and I will help all I can, in any way.' I smiled at him.

'You are very special Christine Daae, you know that?' he smiled at me.

'Thank you, you have been very kind to me, I'm very lucky to have met you.' I said, we both stared at Amir, who was purring in his sleep.

I felt slightly drowsy as the slow throbbing my arm continued, droplets of blood escaping.

I closed my eyes, not to sleep, but to thank whoever had put these people in my life.

XXX

Normal POV

Georgio Orogarni was a man of many troubles. He had started out in life as a young thief, stealing from palaces and local homes, but in true Persian fashion, people had said he would turn out to be a good boy in the end.

Now, at twenty nine years old, Georgio had finally become a descent man, it had taken him time, a lot of time to finally get over this strange obsession with stealing, but his beautiful wife had brought him down to earth, and their small son was his pride and joy, on the birth of their bundle of love Georgio promised that he would never steal again, and he had stuck to that promise ever since.

Having left his days of robbery behind, Georgio now worked for the new and very strange builder, the one every one called the Magician, and Georgio, like the other men could see why he had got such a name. The man, well the creature, was indeed a worker of magic, and Georgio stood with the other men, to look upon the strange concoction they had been building over the last week.

The rapid pace they built at was crazy, never had the men including Georgio ever worked so hard in their lives, but their master the Magician, worked them fairly, they had drinks, stops, all their questions answered and a plan so easy to follow it was worded out to the letter, rather than the usual edited scrawl that the workers were used to.

None of the men knew what they were building, they knew it was a strange and dangerous object, room within a room almost, locks were on the doors of jet black, and the Magician had clearly ordered that no person was to enter the rooms, he had worked within them himself late into the nights, and the men could not be anything other than curious, but kept their promise, knowing from some instinct deep within them to keep the promise they had made to this masked stranger.

The men all stood around, and Georgio was not like the young boys who pushed to get near to the tall and masked stranger who towered over them all.

'You have all worked extremely hard for me, I'm very proud and humbled by you all, you deserve much praise and blessings, I have your names and will tell the Shah of your work, he will no doubt be pleased with you and you will be cherished. I hope to work with you all again, thank you.' The man gave a bow, and the people clapped him, all sighing with relief as they knew now that their project was over, the young men ambushed the masked man, talking to him frantically, and much to their surprise he was happy to comply and to answer.

'I wonder what it is, what it actually does.' One of the men said curiously next to Georgio.

'It's for the Khanum, so it could be anything, anything at all.' One of the men replied with a grunt.

'It gives me the creeps, I'm glad to leave.' Said a larger man, with a nod to the black concoction.

Georgio, nodded in agreement, there was something about this building, but it felt very cold, and hard, unfeeling almost, but he wasn't too worried about it, he wouldn't let it trouble him, it was a toy for the Khanum, and Georgio had only met the woman once, and that was sneaking diamonds from her room, the woman had been sleeping but still that had been enough to terrify Georgio, and he was more than content on leaving.

The tall masked magician stood by the door, and nodded in thanks to the men, who smiled back at him, Georgio thanked him, but knew better than to make eye contact with the strange creature, Georgio was no fool, he knew this man was not a man, how could he be!

But it didn't matter to him now, he was free, and with a large wage, he walked home through the streets, smiling largely at the thought of his beautiful baby boy, he had big green eyes like his mother, and jet black hair, he was Georgio's pride and joy. The little boy's name was Hassan, and he held Georgio's heart, never had he loved like this before, and for the first time in his life the once greedy and thieving Georgio was content.

The sky was a deep grey, and compressing, obvious rain and thunder on tis way, but still the heat remained. Georgio managed to stop off at the market, to buy his wife a silken fabric of deep purple, before the rain began to pour.

But home was near, and Georgio did not mind being soaked, for he knew when he pushed open the door he would see his beloved son and wife, the two beauties in his life.

He hid the fabric behind his back, smiling, ready to surprise his lovely wife. But he pushed open the door, and when he turned, he saw his wife sitting at the table, clutching to his sobbing son, she looked terrified, Georgio went to her side.

'Aleshia, what is wrong?' he asked worry filling him.

A strong hand was on his shoulder and he turned to meet the chief of police, tall, muscular, and in the finest of guard uniform.

'Georgio Orogarni, you are to come with me to the palace, there are matters we need to discuss, sorry for frightening your wife.' The guard had a surprisingly kind tone to his voice, and looked sympathetically at Aleshia who kissed her husband's hand.

'I have just been there.' Georgio protested, holding his son, who now stopped crying at seeing his Papa.

'I know, look I was just summoned to get you, it's probably nothing, the sooner you come, the sooner you can return.' The guard sighed, looking at Georgio's wife and child enviously; guards weren't allowed ties, so wives and children were off the cards.

Georgio sighed and shrugged, his wife standing and looking worried.

'Be safe Georgio, hurry home.' She whispered, kissing his cheek.

'I will.' Georgio, looked at his wife with such love he thought he may burst.

He lent down and kissed his sons forehead, who giggled in delight at his Papa's love, he passed him back to Aleshia with a sigh.

Then followed the guard out into the rain. Oblivious to the fact that would be the last time he would ever hold his son.

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