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Sharon- Ok, since I pity him so much and he does much of my 'boring' 'Not boring' story ratings, Raoul is now my official writing buddy.


Raoul- Yay!


Sharon- He might pop up every so often in all of my fics from this point on


Unexpected Song-

This takes place after everything, Christine goes back to the opera for just an hour to let go of everything. Who knows where Raoul is.


Raoul- Let's say I'm at the tailor


Sharon- Uh yeah, the tailor.


Christine pressed her forehead and the backs of her arms against the cool glass of the mirror. She sighed, the fog appearing, sitting then disappearing, leaving the glass unclean. She moved her head to look at her sad reflection, a tear escaped her red eye and she muttered,

"I'm so sorry, Erik," She spontaneously kissed the glass. "I'm so sorry."

Suddenly his voice filled her senses, but it was not one of his usual songs, it was a different one, one he had only sung once. It truly was unexpected, but she welcomed it, breathing in the lyrics and exhaling the melody.

"Say you'll share with me one love... One lifetime. Say the word, and I will follow you."

She shuddered as she continued where his voice became absent. "Share each day with me..."

His voice was warmer than the softest embrace. "Each night..."

"Each morning." They sang in unison. She pushed all thoughts of anyone or anything else from her mind, and opened the mirror, he was closer than she had anticipated. But her arms welcomed him as he comforted her.

"Erik," She choked. "I decided wrong, I want not what I chose." She looked up at him, her eyes full of passion and truth. "You Erik, I choose you!"

His eyes were brimming with tears as he looked down upon her. "You alone can make my song take flight, come make with me now, the Music of the Night."

She smiled, unnoticing that he had slipped his own ring on her finger once more. He guided her out, into his darkness which they would share for an eternity.

Designing the Moon

Sharon- This came at random, I don't quite understand it myself.

Raoul- Ummmmmmmm, help please?

Sharon- Ok, we'll read it over together while they read it

Raoul- *smirk* Sounds good to me


Erik sat on the roof of the Opera, his dark eyes watching as the moon sat there, glowing in the sky. The stars could not compare to it, their light small candles near a large chandelier of beauty.

Thus explained his love for Christine, many women could come, and go from his world, either his victims or those brave enough to seek him, such as Madame Giry, but he could never love another as he had loved her. And she was gone, he had foolishly let her have her way, and now she was with Raoul.

And the sweet bliss they might have known if she had stayed! The love they could have shared! The lessons taught and learned, the music made, the glorious melodies of love, wrapping around them until they could keep apart no more!

He cursed softly for his self patronization. If she had stayed she would hide in her room, afraid of him, afraid of his love for her, and the passions it might lead to. Christine had been an innocent when she had left him, and now she probably was not, and he remained one, though that was the only way he was innocent.

She would have feared her own love for him, he had no doubt that it was there, he had had a glimpse of it during their only kiss. His heart pounded as he recalled her sweet, soft lips, moving against his own deformed ones. He felt heat overcome him as he could almost feel her hands, roaming his shirt, trying to keep strong and not rip it from him.

Yes, Christine Daae` would certainly fear him, but maybe there was always the slight chance she would learn to love him, after all, Beauty learned to love her Beast.

Ravished by his imagination he slid back into the caverns, making his way to his home, unminding that the boat was out of place. He walked in, his eyes to his feet as he continued to picture her small fragile form in his own arms, sated by the pleasures they might have known. He looked up with a sigh which turned to a gasp.

Bam

There she was, standing there, her tears falling down her cheeks, her handkerchief in hand, her eyes wide with surprise. He ran to her without question, she could be here for only two reasons, and he prayed it was the second one.

"Erik," She choked pulling back to look at him, her mouth opened to say what he so longed to hear but hearing was all he had done this past year, doing should be started. He pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her words.

Her arms came up, gripping him to her with a force neither ever knew she had. She held him as if he were Christ himself, and her hot tears scorched his cheeks as they melted into one another. His Angel was here, she loved him and that was all that mattered. Now the moon was of his design, and the stars of Raoul's. He was greater as he always had been.

And confidence was all he needed to learn this, aside from her, she was the very air he breathed. She was survival for him, he was surprised he had gone without her as long as he had.

She broke the gentle contact, her eyes red, but much more dry now. The love that shone in them, unafraid and radiant was sweeter than the most enchanting melody. It was more beautiful than the most budding bloom. Deeper than the most loverly of kisses. Warmer than the most open heart.

He smiled down at her, wiping away his own tears he gestured to the enclosure which had taken him two weeks to restore. His eyes returned her love, and his heart soared as her fingers entwined with his, she used her free hand to remove the cold, white porcelain from his face. She looked deeply into the marks, caressing them with the same hand, then leaning up, kissing his marred cheek, then his lips. "Welcome home." He murmured.

"I love you."


Sharon- Ok, I re-wrote it based on what Raoul thought would be good and honestly, I like it

Raoul- Thank you, oh by the way, I typed two paragraphs!

Sharon- Out of my notebook!