A/N: I can't thank you enough for all your reviews! I'm writing my little A/N here because I wanted to warn you all that this chapter gets a little M rated towards the end. If you don't want to read the ending, just skip it. With that being said, if any of you are on Facebook, and are on the Phantom of the Opera's official page, you will know that there is a art of the mask contest going on. I submitted my work and if you happen to see the mask with the final lair kiss on it, that would be mine! It would really be a lot of help if you "Liked" it. Thanks again everyone!

Erik's POV

There wasn't much about the past that I could remember, but what I could remember was that I had always being betrayed. Christine had betrayed me by kissing Nadir, and I knew I would never be the same again. After arriving home, I walked through the door and expected to be alone, but that was hardly the case. As soon as the door was locked behind me, I heard music coming from the piano that was located in the family room. It was as though I was hearing myself play, for the music that was echoing through my home, was the same style and melody that I played. I stood in the doorway of the family room and spotted Gustave sitting at the piano, his hands gliding over the keys. Every time I spotted this boy, I couldn't help but see myself in him. With his back turned towards me, I couldn't help but notice that he looked like me. He may have only been a few years old, but I could see my childhood flashing before my very eyes. There were many days when I would sit in front of the family piano and play to entertain myself. I had been a small frail child with dark locks, and this boy was a spitting image of what I looked like as a toddler. I smiled and approached him from behind. The boy continued to play right up until he saw me standing at his side.

"You won't tell mama that I was up, will you?" he gasped. "I'm supposed to be in bed."

I took a seat beside him on the bench and placed my shaking hands over the ivory keys.

"That depends," he said. "Let's see what you can play."

I began to glide my fingers over the keys, a beautiful melody echoing through the room. I played three scales before motioning him to play.

"Can you play that?"

He thought a few moments before nodding. "I can. It sounds familiar."

And just like that, he began to play the same melody I had just played. It was astonishing, for when I was a child, I could play anything by memory, and this boy had the same trait.

"Amazing," I said, when he was finished. "Was your father a musician?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "My mama never told me. She always says he died before I was born, but she never told me what he did. Do you think he was a musician, Mister Mulheim?"

"I don't know… But your talent amazes me. No one your age should be able to play like you do. You're a prodigy in the making, this I'm sure of."

When the boy yawned, I lifted him up into my arms and carried him to his bedroom. After placing him down into his bed, I covered him up and proceeded to leave.

"Mister Mulheim?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry that I screamed at you the other day. I…I didn't mean to."

"Of course you did," I said. "I'm hideous."

"Mama told me to look with my heart and not with my eyes. If I close my eyes and feel with my heart, you're not so bad. You're not what the others make you out to be. Forgive me?"

I was touched by his words and Christine's lesson. I nodded and bid the child goodnight. I was just coming out of Gustave's room, when I saw the front door opening. I knew it could only be Christine, therefore, I quickly headed upstairs before she could get through the door. Once there, I began to unchanged and slipped into a pair of sleep trousers. Usually, I put on a shirt as well, but it was so humid outside that I decided to sit shirtless. I was just taking a seat on my windowsill, when I heard a knock at my door.

"Go away!" I growled. "I don't want to see you."

"Erik, please," Came Christine's sympathetic voice. "Let me come in. I need to speak with you, it's important."

"Unless it's about what I want for breakfast tomorrow, I don't want to see you."

And without my consent, the woman came walking in still dressed in the attire she had worn to dinner. In her hand, she had a damp cloth, and I wondered why, until she placed it against my sore neck.

"Nadir told me about your neck."

I groaned and took the cloth from her hand, still filled with anger for what she had done to me.

"Why, Christine?"

"Why what?"

"Why would you betray me? Why would you go behind my back and see Nadir?"

"Erik, what you saw wasn't real… Nadir and I are friends, friends and nothing more."

The woman bent down to my height and tried to embrace my cheek. I flinched and looked out the window at my park that was lit and shining bright.

"Erik, don't do this to me. I love you…"

I pressed my eyes closed and shook my head. "I saw your lips all over that man. If you wanted him, you should have just said so instead of stabbing me in the back. My heart can't take the stress, Christine!"

"Erik, Nadir asked me to dinner and I agreed. I would never kiss him because of love… I don't love him, Erik! He is my friend!"

"Then why were you kissing him!" I snapped, gathering to my feet and overpowering her own height. The woman shuddered in fear, but did not back away. Instead, her hands found my scarred chest and her fingers glided down each lumpy scar. It stunned my body and for a second, I froze. Soon, her lips were pressed against my flesh, the feeling instantly shocking me. No, I couldn't let her do this to me… I couldn't let her kiss me when she had broken my heart tonight.

"Don't!" I cried, lightly pushing her away. "Oh, Christine, don't!"

And when her lips pressed against my chest, I instantly left my body and found myself back in my lair. Oh, another flashback! I shook my head to bring me back to reality, only to realize that this woman still had her lips pressed against my flesh. No, she was using me! She loved Nadir! That's what I had to keep telling myself…She loved Nadir, not me!

"Stop," I cringed, as her hands brushed down my side and ended up at the lining of my trousers. "Stop, Christine…"

I was so angry now, that I pushed her away and stumbled over my desk, causing me to fall. I hit the floor with a sickening thud, my leg ending up in a position I didn't know it could bend in. Everything came rushing back to the two of us, and it seemed as though the spell Christine was under ended, for she came hurrying to my side to help me. I was in a tremendous amount of pain, for not only was my back screaming, but my leg was twisted behind me.

"Erik, let me help you…"

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The woman worked quickly at getting me back on my feet, but what I needed now was for my brace to come off. Christine sat me down on my bed and worked at unfastening my brace. When the contraption was finally off my limb, I plopped back against my pillows and sighed in relief. All I wanted to do now was sleep, but when I felt a small pressure pin me down to the bed, I looked up to spot the woman crawling into my lap! I froze, for her hips were now aligned with my own, and even though my body was in pain, I made no sudden movements, not even when she began to straddle me. God! What was this feeling? It started out small, but soon turned into a burning inferno, one that drew me to its flame! What was this woman doing to me? And why couldn't I tell her to stop? I tried to control my body, I tried to yell out and scream for her to stop and get out, but it was no use… I was completely stunned. My groin began to harden as she continued to ride me through my trousers, the pleasure overpowering the pain I was in. A few moments later, her dress pooled at her waist, and she seductively lifted the garment over her head and tossed it aside.

"Oh, Christine…"

Just the sight of her naked form made all anger disappear, especially when her hands began working at removing my trousers.

"Make me yours," she cooed into my ear once we were completely naked. "Make me yours, Erik…"

I tried to resist, I tried to hold back and tell her how angry I was for her lying to me, but how could I be angry when she was stroking me with her hand? Each thrust her hand gave me cut short what I wanted to tell her and sent me into complete utter bliss. I closed my eyes and groaned, feeling my finish vastly approaching. I didn't want this feeling to stop, but knew where it would leave me if it didn't. I grabbed her hand to stop her from pleasuring me, but this only amused her, for the next thing I felt was her joining us. I fisted the bed sheet and sighed as her body engulfed my own, her hips grinding against me in a way I hadn't thought possible. I wanted her! I needed her, and therefore, I decided to put aside my anger until we were finished. At first, I let her make love to me the way she wanted to, but when I couldn't take another moment of torture, I took Christine into my arms and had my own way with her. Leaning over her body made It easier to thrust deeper into her, but it was hard for me to stay on my knees, especially with my bad leg. It worked for about two minutes, until Christine could see the pain I was in. Oh, but she only made it even better, for she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and brought me in deeper.

"Oh, Christine…Yes…"

I wasn't sure what she was doing to me, but it was giving me more pleasure than I had ever felt before. Her voice called for me, so loudly that I was sure she would wake Gustave. That was all I needed, therefore, I pressed a kiss to her lips to silence her cries. This only caused her to thrust faster against me, and within seconds, we both found our finish. I stayed still for the first few seconds, taking in the amount of pleasure she had just brought me…But her lies were still on my mind.

"Christine," I gasped. "Why?"

"Because I wanted to, Erik," she said. "I wanted to do that to you. I told you before that I care for you. Is that not enough?"

"I wasn't asking why you made love to me… I want to know why you had dinner with Nadir tonight? I want to know why you kissed him."

Christine was silent, and it was driving me mad.

"Nadir has a friend," she began. "He wanted Nadir to have dinner with him, but he didn't want to go alone."

"It doesn't make sense," I cried. "None of it makes any sense. Why? Why did you kiss him, Christine?"

"I kissed you tonight, did I not? I just made love to you, did I not? Is that not enough to make you believe that I only want you?"

"It doesn't! I want to know why you were kissing him!"

But Christine didn't answer me. She simply got to her feet and proceeded to place her dress back over her body. I would have gone after her if my brace wasn't off.

"I have a performance tomorrow night," she said, heading towards the door. "I should sleep."

"Christine, please…"

And the last words I heard her say were "No, Erik, you wouldn't understand."