A/N: Oh hey guys, it's been a bit I know, so here's a long chapter for you all! BTW All lyrics are from Nox Arcana, "Carnival of Lost Souls," which is my favorite album Thought it fit in perfectly with this chapter! Remember to R and R!

Erik

It's been a few days since that morning when Christine had found Erik's coffin. She didn't speak, barely ate, and didn't sleep. Erik noticed her greying slightly and wanted to help her however, Christine didn't accept any help. Her eyes were constantly red from crying and drooped from the exhaustion. He knew that it was a bad idea for him to bring her there, but she had to know. He knew that something inside of her unlocked and new emotions had been released. Unfortunately, the journey had to continue and today and Erik was to take Christine to his old carnival grounds to show her what was left. He went the day before to see if anything was there to show, and strangely enough, the tent still rose high today. It was converted into a Museum of the Wicked, which basically showed the freaks of all the years past and also artifacts from the different carnivals that would pass by that area.

Erik walked to Christine, who was nibbling on a butter croissant, and put his leather-gloved hand on her shoulder.

"My Dear, it's time to go."

Christine looked up at him, her eyes slightly less red, and nodded. She stood and walked past him to get her coat and scarf. She opened the door and held it open for him to go through.

"Please Christine, you know this was not your fault; you need to let it go so we can move forward."

"I know," Christine whispered, "it was just too much to handle. I am feeling a bit better today," she stuffed the rest of the food into her mouth, "see? I'm eating."

Erik chuckled as he put his arm around her, "Yes, I see that. Now, we are off to the fair."

Christine

It was foggy at the fairgrounds when they couple arrived. Christine had rolled down the window of the taxi cab even before they got there and was slapped in the face by the wind. She didn't care; she just wanted to see the fairgrounds as soon as possible. Christine was still pretty exhausted from the last couple of days and she felt bad for putting worry into Erik's heart, but seeing that coffin and knowing that Erik's body was inside because of her killed her a little bit. The one thing she hadn't had a chance to tell Erik was that she remembered.

She remembered the night he died.

"The night Erik had died was a night that she would never forget again. She remembered running to him on the roof of the Opera House, happy to finally be free from Raoul's grasp, and back into her lover's arms. She felt tears drip down her cheeks of pure happiness of being back with Erik, but then she heard the gunshot.

Raoul was standing with his pistol still smoking, a huge smirk on his face. Christine turned back to Erik who looked straight into her eyes through his skin colored mask.

"I love you," he said, "We will be together again, I pro…." That was when Erik closed his eyes and she felt the life drain out of him.

"No!" Christine screamed; the scream so strong it felt like it wasn't her. Then she started sobbing as she untied his mask freeing his face to the night air.

Christine took in his marred, barely visible face, and kissed him hard on the lips, knowing that there would be nothing given back.

Meg Giry was on the roof as well and walked up to the sad couple. She tried to take Christine away from him, but all Christine could do was growl. She went willingly as she watched another man take his body away.

After his body was taken away, which now she knew it was underground at his home, Raoul tried to console Christine, but she wouldn't have it. On the other hand, instead of letting him console her she grabbed the gun from Raoul and shot him, right in the stomach.

She heard screaming in the background, but couldn't make any words….she could only think about the breaking of her heart. Standing at the edge of the Opera House roof, she put the gun to her heart, and poof, the pain was gone."

Christine's thoughts were interrupted by the soft, velvet voice of Erik.

"Christine, we are here, are you ready?"

Christine turned as saw that Erik was already out of the taxi and was holding out his hand to her. She took it and scooted out of the car, not revealing that she was just tearing from her ancient memories. When she got out, the first thing she heard was a man's voice, echoing from the large speaker set up in front of the large and faded circus tent.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the circus of the strange, the sideshow of the sinister and the theatre of the bizarre...
Enter a realm of dark wonders to indulge your most wicked dreams. Or, if you dare, explore the shadows of your most diabolical nightmares..
Cast your eyes upon cruel the oddities of nature and behold monstrous creatures from the depths of the abyss. Marvel with awe and dismay at unbelievable death-defying acts that teeter on the very brink of doom. Leave the mundane world behind, for those who visit this festival of phantasms are never the same again...
Step this way... there is no turning back!"

Christine turned to Erik as he sighed,

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, let's go inside, I want to see this history of the Carnivals and I want to see what has been left behind from your memories." Christine took his hand and they stepped up to a sinister woman, wearing white face paint and an entire black ensemble.

"Two tickets to the museum please," Christine asked the woman.

"Welcome to the Museum of the Wicked," the woman said in a dull voice as she reached for two tickets under her desk, "that will be 15 pl…"

The woman then looked up at Christine and Erik, her eyes lingered on Erik for longer than a moment which made Christine very uncomfortable, so she cleared her throat.

"Oh, Madame, I am so sorry, it's just your companion here seems so familiar. Have you visited us before?" The woman asked as she gave the tickets to Erik.

"It's been a very long time since I have been here," Erik replied.

"Well, we just uncovered some photographs and artifacts from the haunted Gypsy Carnival, that you both might like," the woman said as she narrowed her eyes at Erik. She walked over to the covering of the entrance to the museum.

"Perhaps," Erik replied, keeping his face emotionless, as the two walked into the Museum.

"What was that," Christine asked, still feeling the eyes of that woman on them.

"I haven't the faintest idea," Erik responded as he put his arm over her shoulder again and guided her down the path of memories.

Erik

There were many rooms in this Museum that were of Carnivals before Erik's came along. There was one called the Nightmare Parade, which was made up of 15 people who would reenact scenes from gruesome Grecian and Roman mythology. There were paintings of the carnival folk and some masks that were kept on the grounds. Christine seemed a bit frightened, but at the same time fascinated asking a lot of questions on how it was on the road of a carnival Caravan. Erik's caravan was not really circus per say, they were more about Oddities and Freaks. The speech that was being made outside the doors of the tent were the actual words that were spoken at his Carnival, mostly they were talking about him…The Devil's Child.

The couple then saw a sign for the next part of their tour, "The Hall of Mirrors". As they entered, they were surrounded by haunting melodies and laughter emanating from the walls around them.

"Erik," Christine said, as she held onto his arm tightly.

"Close your eyes, Christine, I'll get us out." Erik started guiding them through the winding passage ways where the walls were only mirrored. It actually made Erik chuckle a bit because they used one of Erik's designs as a template, he could tell. He could also tell that Christine's breathing quickened as the laughter had become a bit louder.

"Christine, it's alright, we are almost out."

"I really, really don't like this!"

Finally they reached the end and entered a room with a small stage and a puppet show going on.

"Darling, open your eyes." Erik stroked Christine's hair.

"That was horrible." Christine shivered, but then walked over to the puppet show. There was a button that stuck out on the side of the show and a sign that said "Press Here." Erik couldn't help himself but laugh.

"What's so funny?" Christine's eyes narrowed.

"I just find it fascinating that you were so terrified in the last exhibit, but here you are eager to push that button."

"There is no laughing or any scary mirror here," Christine said as she pushed the button.

The lights darkened and a spotlight was streaming to the corner of the room the couple was in. Erik figured that the puppet show was just a distraction and the real attraction was the phonograph that "magically" played on its own.

"The witching hour's drawing near,
And my tragic fate is clear—
I'll take your secret to my grave,
For evermore, I'll be your slave—
Because I'm spellbound—"

With that the music had died down and ghostly enchantments played in the background. After the lights turned back on a voice over began.

"Welcome to our new exhibit, "The Carnival of Lost Souls"," Erik could tell it was the voice of the woman who greeted them most strangely when they first entered.

"Here you will see artifacts and photo stills of the last Carnival that ever traveled through here. The year was 1835 and a band of gypsies and their freaks passed through this very area to put on a great Freak Show. They tour only lasted 2 months due to the fact that their main leader was murdered mysteriously by a young boy. After that, one by one the freaks dispersed, never being seen again."

"Please step through the curtain to begin your tour."

"Erik," Christine looked up at him.

"Yes, Christine…" Erik grabbed her hand, "that was my carnival caravan…"

As they stepped inside, they were given a map by a man in all black. It seemed that you started from the inside and whirled your way out in a spiral motion and that would be the end of the tour of all of the carnivals.

"You ready to see my carnival, my dear?"

"Yes," Christine said.

As Erik turned around to thank the man, he noticed that he was gone. That sent off a signal in his mind, but he couldn't alarm Christine just yet.

The first exhibit wax figuring was the Living Doll. She was quite a beauty from what Erik could remember. She had spiral red curls and wore a pink dress. She had a wind up in her back and every 10 minutes her wind up would magically turn and she would perform beautiful ballet dances for the visitors. The times where her wind up wasn't on, she would sit perfectly still and not blink. She had a sad story. Her name was Nathalia and her parents had sold her to the Gypsy caravan at a very young age, she ended up dying a few weeks into their last tour. You could say she was one of the lost souls of the Carnival. Christine found her to be beautiful as well and made sure Erik knew so. The artifacts that were with her exhibit were old ballet shoes and her wind up.

The second exhibit was of Morgana, the Snake Charmer. Erik remembered her well because not only could her dance charm the snakes, but she charmed the men as well, not to mention Erik himself. She would have a few of the Gypsies play music as she danced wearing an imitation snakeskin body suit, not to mention she had 5 black cobras around her body at all times. She was one of the best money makers, next to Erik of course, they had. She brought men all the way from Rome to watch her dance. Also, she was the one to help Erik lose his virginity. He was only 12 but Morgana had pitied him. Her dark hair and dark eyes entranced him and he couldn't say no. The wax figurine of her wasn't an exact replica of her, but it did her justice. She was at the carnival even after Erik left. There were rumors that she stayed with the Gypsies even after most of the freaks had disappeared. In her exhibit there laid a Snake Barrel and a black and white portrait of her with her snakes.

They past a few more exhibits when they finally came to the inevitable, his. They were greeted with a separate entrance to his are by a sign that said "The Devil's Child." Erik was annoyed that his act was not with the others, but at the same time he wasn't surprised for he was the most scandalous act there ever was.

The wax figurine was a little boy hunched over, holding a stuffed monkey with symbols and a sack over his face with two holes for eyes. Erik crouched down to look at the Monkey and was somewhat relieved it wasn't really his. That was the only thing that he had left from his mother who had abandoned him ad left him to rot on the side of the road, or so he was told. He felt Christine kneel beside him.

"Is this you, Erik?" Christine tried to have Erik turn to her, but he refused. He just stared at the lifeless wax figure in front of him.

"Yes, this is me."

They were interrupted by another loud speaker that only went off in their section.

"Ladies and gentlemen,

allow me to direct your attention to centre stage

where you will bear witness to terrifying sights

that will haunt you till the day you die.

Behold the Circus Diabolique, and let the nightmare begin..."

As Erik rose up he saw that there was another figurine where the voice emenated from. There was a robust man who had a large black beard and a noose around his neck.

"Javert…"

"Who is this, Erik?"

"He was my whip master, the owner of the show. He was the one to name me "The Devil's child" He was my first murder."

"Oh Erik, I am so sorry. Let's get out of here; I fear this has brought you too many memories now." Christine tugged on Erik's arm. Erik didn't want to leave he just wanted to stare at the Wax figurine of his master for years, just to question him why he had attempted to do what he did.

"Erik," Christine tugged harder, and Erik's feet finally started to move, but Erik stared into those cold eyes until he couldn't see them anymore.

"Looks like we have one more exhibit and then we are out." Christine said as she pointed at them map.

"Who?" Erik was now angry and annoyed.

"Um," Christine said as she tried reading it in the dim light, "Madame Endora?"

Erik stiffened. "Madame Endora, now that's a name that has haunted me…"

"Why?" Christine said as they walked the path to the next Exhibit.

"She was the one that put this curse on us." Erik explained.

There was a long path to the Madame Endora exhibit and throughout the path the music was eerie and a voice whispered through the sound system.

"Step closer,

allow me to show you the path of your destiny.

Your future is in the cards.

The hand of fate has cast a shadow over your life.

Your horizons are bleak, and darkness fills the path before you

. A storm is coming... Beware... Beware..."

As they stepped closer to the Fortune Teller's booth a chill ran across Erik's voice and he heard a voice say,

"Erik Mulheim, it's been too long."

The couple turned to find a middle aged woman wearing gypsy garb and holding up cards. Erik knew exactly who she was.

"Madame Endora."

A/N: Welp, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I loved writing it so much