TITLE: The Angel's Second Chance Chapter 2

AUTHOR: EriksSylvia

DISTRIBUTION: If you want to put this somewhere else email me first.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters. Unfortunately for me.

RATING: R

SUMMARY: Erik is sent back in time for one last chance. Can he make Christine fall in love with him?

COUPLES: Erik and Christine

Hey, thanks to Nicole Gruebel and Morrigan le Fay. You two really gave me confidence! Morrigan, I hope you enjoy the changes I made! hugs

This is the one of the only times anything from Christine's point of view will happen. Enjoy!

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Meg Giry unlocked the door to the Prima Dona dressing room. No one had seen or heard from her best friend since the night before. Where could Christine be?

"Christine?! Christine are you in here?"

She half-whispered into the silence. No response. She gently set the keys down on the table filled with roses. The room was beautiful. She'd only been in here once when playing hide in seek with Christine. Then, Carlotta had found her and scolded her for trespassing. As she looked around the room she saw the huge mirror at the other end of it. It was still as beautiful as the day she'd been playing inside the room. She walked over to the mirror and began to rearrange her long blonde hair. She heard a noise behind her and jumped. To her relief it was only her mother.

"Meg, what are you doing in here?!"

Mme Giry crossed the room and took her daughter by the wrist.

"You know better then to take my keys without permission."

Meg looked down at her feet as she walked.

"I'm sorry mama. I was looking for Christine. She didn't come to the dormitory last night. I was worried, that's all."

Mme Giry stopped and looked at her daughter.

"Don't worry darling. She is safe."

Meg looked curiously at her mother. She trusted her mama above all others but she was still confused.

"Where is she?"

Mme Giry sighed. She had allowed Meg to meet Erik but doubted if her daughter retained that memory. It was so long ago. Before Christine ever came to the Opera House.

"Alright, but you must not speak of this to anyone. Promise me?"

Meg nodded.

"Come with me."

Mme Giry led her daughter to her room. When they were safely inside she closed and locked the door.

"Meg, do you remember, when you were very young I took you to meet a very dear friend of mine. He lived somewhere very dark. Do you remember? You were about 5 years old."

Meg thought for a moment. She remembered.

"I remember…a man. There were people in the Opera House. They were hurting some of the dancers. You took me somewhere to be safe. A man was there. He sang to me until you came back. He was kind."

Mme Giry smiled and nodded.

"Meg, that man's name was Erik. He protected you for me. He is a dear friend of mine."

Meg nodded.

"Mama, what does this have to do with Christine?"

The older woman sighed and brushed a strand of hair off of her daughter's shoulder.

"Christine is with Erik, Meg. He is the man who's been teaching her to sing."

The girl sat up straight.

"He is the Angel of Music?!"

Mme Giry let out a soft laugh. She shook her head.

"He is an Angel of Music, in a way. But not what Christine wants him to be."

Meg nodded. She suddenly had a question to ask of her mother.

"Mama? Does Christine love him?"

Mme Giry shrugged.

"I do not know my dear. We'll see soon I suppose."

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Erik woke from his dreams in a state of near bliss. Had it all been a dream? It was too impossible to have been real. A slight weight on his chest brought his attention to what could be there. There she was. His Christine, asleep on his chest. He brought a trembling hand to her hair and slid his fingers through it. She sighed in her sleep and wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck. How was he supposed to get up? There was no way he could move her.

"My sweet Angel. How is this happening?"

He placed a kiss on her forehead. God how he wanted to kiss her. He'd been lucky enough to receive her kiss once but that was in a most uncommon place for a first kiss. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Erik?"

She muttered sleepily. He placed a finger on her lips.

"Yes, my sweet. It's me. It's early still. Sleep."

She nodded and yawned. She snuggled back into his neck. He made to move and get out of the bed but she tightened her grip on his arm.

"No, don't go. Stay. Please."

He sighed and laid back down. He couldn't refuse her. She could tell him to jump off of the roof of the Opera Populaire and he would do it, just to please her. He slid his arms around her and she molded to him. How was it that only yesterday he was on the brink of suicide and now, here he was, holding the one person who could have saved him?

"Oh Christine."

He breathed her name. Somehow, it felt good to say it once again. He remembered that for the entire year after she'd gone when he'd heard or said her name it had brought such a pain to his soul. But now that he had her here, with him, in his arms it felt somehow relieving. When her body finally relaxed again in his arms, telling him that she had finally dozed off, he got up, trying not wake her. He cast one more glance at her sleeping form and head out for his organ.

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Christine awoke some hours later to the sound of Erik's organ. It was a beautiful sound and she had missed it greatly. She sat up slowly and stretched. She wrapped his velvet comforter around her and crawled out of the bed. She slowly made her way out of the bedroom and saw him sitting with his back to her. He was so gentle and sweet. He'd told her about not truly being an Angel. What had changed?

'Who was that shape in the shadows? Who's is that face in the mask?'

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Erik turned around when he heard his Angel's voice. He smiled at her when he saw her wrapped in the red velvet blanket. As she made her way over to him he held his arms out to her and she sat in in his lap. With one hand she touched the side of his face. The contact made him dizzy.

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Christine ran her hand over his face. Her curiosity at his reaction overcame her manners and she pried off his mask gently. What she saw there made her stood up in shock.

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Erik frantically grabbed for his mask but it was too late. She'd seen. He fell to the floor of his home and slammed his fists against the cold stone.

"Christine! Why?!"

His voice was little more then a hoarse whisper. Tears were coming to his eyes.

"Why?! Why God?! Why do you have to do this to me? You give me one perfect night and then take it all away with my cursed face!"

Tears fell from Christine's eyes. Something had changed so deeply within him.

"Erik…"

She held out his mask for him to take. Graciously he took it from her and placed back on. He sat there for a moment, regaining his composure. He stood and held his hand to her, tears still in his eyes.

"Come, we must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you."

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Mme Giry knocked on the Prima Dona dressing room.

"Mademoiselle Christine? Are you in there?"

To her relief Christine opened the door. Her face was stained with tears. What had happened?

"Christine? What's wrong dearest?"

Christine pulled Mme Giry inside and shut the door. She opened her mouth to speak, her voice choking through tears.

"He's changed so much Madam Giry. His heart and eyes hold such a sadness within him now."

Mme Giry gently patted Christine's hand.

"He is a very lonely man, Christine. He's known nothing of love since…"

"I know Madam Giry, I know."