TITLE: The Angel's Second Chance: Chapter 7

AUTHOR: EriksSylvia

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

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters.

RATING: R

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

COUPLES: Erik/Christine (Wouldn't have it any other way.)

Okay, here it is. Don Juan Triumphant. Will the plan succeed?

Chapter 7

Don Juan Triumphant

'Seal my fate

Christine waited anxiously back stage for Piangi to shut his big mouth. She was absolutely certain that once she was on stage Erik would come to her. She went over the plan again in her mind as she waited. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and turned to see Mme. Giry.

"Good luck, m'dear. To both of you. In case I do not see either of you again."

She kissed Christine's cheek twice.

"Thank you Madam Giry."

She hugged the older woman and returned the kisses.

"One for you and one for Meg."

'Here's my hat, my cloak and sword. Conquest is assured, if I do not forget myself and laugh…'

That was Christine's cue. Madam Giry pushed her a little.

"Go!"

Christine slowly walked on stage as if in a dream. Soon, she would sing with her Angel once more. She was shaking but she would be flawless. She owed him that much.

'. . . no thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!'

Christine was surprised with herself. She really had come far. He'd be pleased with her. She kneeled on the stage floor, pretending to busy herself with the basket of roses, and waited for the voice she knew would come.

'Passarino, go away for the trap is set and waits for its prey.'

She smiled and looked down further. He still gave her chills.

Erik lowered the cloak from his face and looked at the his Angel, just sitting on the stage floor. God, how he wanted to take her away then. No, he told himself, he had to keep control, he had to continue.

'You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent, silent.'

As she turned and looked upon him he placed his finger gently to his lips.

She smiled and looked at him. So that's how it was going to be? He was going to tempt her through this? Two could play at that game. She shyly let one sleeve on her dress fall down her shoulder.

He shivered, she was playing too, then. Erik smirked at her.

'I have brought you, that our passions that may fuse and merge. In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me. Now you are here with me, no second thoughts. You've decided, decided.'

He slowly walked to her and held out his hand. She took it and stood, facing him.

'Past the point of no return. No backward glances. Our games of make-believe are at an end. Past all thoughts of "if" or "when"! No use resisting! Abandon thought and let the dream descend.'

He ran his hand through her hair very gently, just enough to grasp the ends of her hair.

'What raging fires shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us?'

He pulled her roughly to him, her back against his chest and slid his hand across her neck. She leaned into him. He loved it.

'Past the point of no return, the final threshold! What warm unspoken secrets will we learn beyond the point of no return?'

Christine had to do everything in her power to keep from having her way with him right there on the stage. Never in her life had she wanted anything more. Now, though, at last it was her turn.

'You have brought me to that moment when words run dry! To that moment when speech disappears into silence, silence.'

She sang with her soul, as he'd taught her. Her heart sped up as he closed his eyes, almost like her voice was intoxicating to him.

'I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why! In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent! Now I am here with you, no second thoughts. I've decided, decided.'

She placed her hand on his shoulder and let it lazily slid down his arm. Her fingertips barely grazed his hand and she began to walk towards the spiral staircase.

'Past the point of no return, no going back now! Our passion-play has now at last begun. Past all thought of right or wrong! One final question, how long should we two wait before we're one?'

As she sung it she realized, the words were truthful. She meant every syllable for him. She wanted him so.

'When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames of lust consume us?'

They both reached to top of the bridge at the same time. Erik and Christine looked at each other, passion in each other's eyes.

Erik threw off his cloak, giving Christine a seductive, or what he hoped was, look. Their voices combined then.

'Past the point of no return, the final threshold.'

He pulled her to him, turning her to fit his body. She brought his hand to her face and leaned into it.

'The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn! We've passed the point of no return.'

They stood there a few moments, letting the feeling of each other wash over them. Erik loved her so much.

'Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me save me from my solitude.'

With tears in her eyes, Christine kissed his palm and turned to face him, she looked into his eyes and, without even realizing it, sang back to him.

'Say you want me with you here, beside you.'

He seemed astonished. He obviously hadn't been expecting that. They're voices combined then.

'Anywhere you go let me go too!'

She leaned into him, she wanted to kiss his pain away.

'Christine, that's all I ask of-'

A single shot ran out through the Opera Populaire then. It splintered the wood mere centimeters from where Erik was standing. He instantly threw Christine behind him, acting as a sort of shield.

"Erik!"

With reflexes she herself did not know she possessed, Christine Daae unsheathed her Phantom's rapier. She darted underneath his arm and cut the rope she had placed. She smiled as she slid the blade through the rope. She turned and faced Erik, sliding his rapier back into it's sheath.

"Get us out of here, Angel."

It all happened so fast. Had that really just happened. Had Christine planned to bring down the chandelier? As she turned back to him he smiled a rare smile.

"Christine…"

He pulled her swiftly to him, pressing his lips down on hers and with his foot he kicked the lever that he knew was there. He felt himself fall and he held on to Christine tighter. As they hit the floor he braced her compact.

"Christine, I…that…"

She laughed, though she was shaking, that had not been a simple task.

"Is my Phantom speechless?"

She kissed him tenderly.

"You're not the only one who knows how to bring down a chandelier, Monsieur."

His mouth dropped open a little bit.

What in the world could she have meant by that?

"Wait, Christine? How did you."

She placed a finger over his mouth.

"Dear Erik. Who do you think asked Madam Giry to send you back to this time? I missed you so, my love. My heart refused to beat without yours near."

She had done this. She couldn't live without him? What was happening? This was all Christine? His vision blurred and tears fell down his face.

"My Angel, you don't need this."

She gently took off his mask, he didn't care, he could barely feel it anyway.

"You…you did this? You really wanted me with you?"

His voice was choked with emotion, and she kissed him softly.

"I asked Madam Giry to use her gypsy connection with magic to send us back. She did something so that she would retain her memories too. Only you and I were sent back to this time, we were given a second chance, my love."

Erik's body shook, he knew it, he didn't care. He kissed his Christine with all the passion he'd concealed for her. She wrapped her arms tightly around him.

Christine pulled back, her lips still lingering on his.

"Come on, Erik. We have to leave, now! We have to go before everyone comes looking for us."

She pulled him to a standing position and he wrapped his arms around her waist. They walked like that, making their way down to Erik's lair.

'Christine, I love you.'

Erik spoke in her ear and she smiled, leaning her face into his neck. As they reached his home Erik reluctantly loosened his hold on his Angel.

"Christine, go into my room, retrieve my mask for me? Don't look at me like that, I just don't want to startle anyone when we leave."

She rolled her eyes.

"Alright, fine, but as soon as we're out of France you are not allowed to wear it around me."

He laughed quietly and gathered up some music he'd had on his organ. She walked into the room and instantly a hand was placed over her mouth. It was cold and she tried to scream but a harsh voice spoke in her ear.

"You and that monster are not the only ones who were lucky enough to have been given a second chance, Mademoiselle Daae."

She knew that voice by heart.

Raoul….