A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait again, been stressing so much at work, it's rediculous! Anyways, here's the next Chapter! Oh btw the song lyrics I am using in the beginning of the chapters are from t.A.T.u songs so yea. I feel their lyrics are so on point for my story

Clowns are here to let you know where you let your senses go.
Clowns all around you it's a cross I need to bear.
All this black and cruel is fair, this is an emergency
Don't you hide your eyes from me, open them and see me now.

Erik

They have been in Paris only a few hours when Christine decided she wanted to go straight to the Opera house and down to the catacombs. It was true that Erik was afraid of what they both might find there, but he knew the only way that she would at least try and remember is if they went down there. It would be hard on him to actually be down there again after all these lives and all these years. Who knows how his old home looked now. That day Christine was kidnapped from his bed was one of the worst days of his life, well that and the day she saw him dying on the roof. It was a very interesting story actually. Erik had received a letter from Christine a few days later stating that she was trying to return to him, but in secret. She wrote that she would meet him on the roof of the Opera House the same day he received this letter. Little did he know, Raoul was there to witness their love on the roof that night and he shot Erik. All he remembers after that was seeing Christine's face one last time before he fell into his long sleep, only to wake up the year 1941.

Erik walked towards the window of their hotel room and stared into the Parisian skyline and sighed. It seemed so much bleaker, the fog was thick and he could barely see the Eiffel Tower. Erik felt a tap on his shoulder and saw Christine smiling at him.

"I'm ready Monsieur Phantom."

Christine looked beautiful as usual, even if she was wearing jeans, boots, and a thick brown parka. She wore very little makeup, but that was how Erik liked her best.

"Where would you like to go first, mon ange?"

Christine's smile widened, "I want to go to your home first. I feel like that would be the most appropriate."

Erik frowned, "Christine, I want you to know that what you see down there may have changed throughout all of these years."

Christine put her hand on his chest. "I don't care what it looks like, Erik, I want to see."

Erik sighed, "Alright, well, get your scarf, we will go now."

Christine

When the couple got to the Opera House, Christine was in awe. She had seen pictures of it, but never realized how massive it was. Even in the fog, the Opera House was beautiful and shining with the golden statues on top of the roof. Christine was interrupted by a velvety voice next to her.

"Unfortunately, this is not the entrance to my house. We will have to go underground, through the back of the building." Erik held out his hand for Christine to hold, she accepted.

Erik held Christine by her hand, but also made sure they walked very closely together as they snuck around the building and down a few steps to a door. Erik felt a wave of relief that the lock hadn't changed. Taking out his regular keys, he picked a large rusted key with a skull at the base. He moved a few cobwebs that was blocking the keyhole and slid it in. Christine heard a few loud bangs and then the door creaked open.

When Christine tried to step forward into the darkness, Erik pulled her back, close to him.

"Please, do not hurry. Who knows which of my traps still work and don't. I would actually prefer if you closed your eyes and held on to me."

"Why?" Christine felt her eyebrows furrow.

"I wouldn't want you to take a wrong step." Erik's eyes didn't leave the stairs that led down, down.

Christine nodded and put her arms around Erik's neck as he picked her up. Christine felt him start to walk forward as she covered her eyes by putting her head down into his shoulder. There were a few jumps over things, a few sideway steps, a few gasps from Erik, and then he finally had her open her eyes.

As Christine's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could only make up a few decorations around the lake. There were huge set pieces that have molded over, a few carousel horses, and other weird things. Everything was hardly recognizable with the sewer water obviously still destroying everything.

"I apologize for the stench, we are under the Opera House after all," Erik apologized as he gently set Christine down on the mossy ground around the lake.

"So, this is it. Your home?"

Erik rubbed his neck, "Well, almost, we still have to cross the lake." Erik took Christine's hand and quickly guided her to the dock where a moss covered gondola floated. Honestly, Christine was scared to get in because she didn't know what lived inside. Fortunately, Erik got in first to make sure that everything was stable and even after the raids and the years spent not being touched, it was still up to par. Christine got into the boat and almost slipped due to the slippery moss at the bottom of the boat.

"Well," Erik chuckled, "It had been a while since this boat had received any visitors."

Christine huffed, and then they were off.

It was a short ride to the heavy black stained curtains that hid The Phantom's humble abode. Christine got out of the boat first and Erik held her back so she wouldn't slip back in. Christine's eyes widened as Erik moved the last curtain. Using her cellphone torch light she saw thousands upon thousands of dead candles. There were covered in mold and cobwebs.

"Oh, I knew I should have given this to you sooner."

Christine turned to see Erik giving her a mouth mask to cover her nose and her mouth from inhaling dangerous smells or toxins. Christine quickly grabbed it and put it on. "For the first time in my life, I'm flying…"

"What was that, Christine?"

"Nothing," Christine said as she moved closer into the Phantom's layer.

She felt Erik's hand touch her back as he followed her to where a metal desk stood. It was covered with cobwebs and a bit of mildew, but not too much. Christine started moving things away to find one piece of dried parchment, it was actually more like a few pieces of paper tied in a red ribbon.

"Erik, what is this?"

"It still lives, I see…" Erik grabbed the bound parchment from Christine, but she refused to let him have it.

Christine kneeled down and tried to make out what it said.

"Don Juan Triumphant?" Christine looked up at Erik as he hovered over her.

"I don't understand, I thought it burned with all of your other works?"

"This…this was a piece I started when you were gone…It was a second part… I never had time to finish it because…"

Erik's voice trailed off and Christine was able to make out the notes and the words.

"Your eyes see but my shadow
My heart is overflowing
There so much you can learn to love
You're not content knowing
Tenderly you could see my soul"

They were both silent, sitting in the darkness only illuminated by the light of Christine's phone.

"It was for you, Christine…"

Christine found herself tearing up and she threw herself on Erik to give him a hug, a strong and desperate hug.

"Oh, how much I could wish I could turn back time and live a long life with you!"

"Shh," Erik stroked her hair, "It's more important that we are together now that all the torment is over."

Christine felt Erik's body tense up and she looked up into his beautifully scarred face. "Erik, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, my dear, we should be heading off now. You saw what you had to see, nothing but sadness lives here and it's now a tomb of what is the past."

"No, you wouldn't have tensed like that if it was nothing," Christine started searching the darkness and then before Erik could turn her back to him, she saw it.

"Erik…" Christine whispered, as she stood to face a black coffin.

"Christine, please…" Erik pleaded, taking her hand in his. Christine's heart felt like it was going to explode in sadness.

She pulled herself gently from Erik's hold and started walking towards the coffin.

"I told you Christine, this is nothing but the past, there is no reason to…"

"Is…are you in there?" Christine could barely speak with her dried out throat. She finally reached the casket and put her hand on top of it. Tears ran down her face and she felt this uncontrollable sadness wrapping itself around her. She couldn't' take it and her legs gave out. She kneeled down while still touching the coffin trying to keep her sobs in. This was her Erik, the body that his soul left to find her again. This was the original love, her original love.

"Christine, please…"

She couldn't speak, she couldn't think, the sadness consumed her in waves, it was almost as though she couldn't breathe. "I…I..s…see you now."

A/N: Welp there you have it! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please let me know what you guys think!