a/n: please review asap on this story, for I am ready with the next chapter and I am only updating with six reviews

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I wake up and instantly recognize the room. It's the room I woke up in last time I was in Erik's domain, before I knew his name, and when he was still simply my angel that hid his face from the world.

I look to my side and see that there are roses surrounding me, and I know instantly that he is not here beside me; he would never leave these roses if he were here with me.

I sit up carefully and find myself feeling much better.

I look around the room and find that I was right, I am alone.

I hear the faint sounds of music and I know that my angel is sad, it's in the sounds that the instrument gives off.

I also realize that he's not playing his organ, but a piano.

I follow the sound into a room that I have never seen before. What I see scares and astounds me.

The piano is in the far corner, facing away from the door, and is beautifully crafted. The rest of the room is covered with roses, all black and blood red. The walls are covered with dry roses, giving off a wonderful scent, but sending an eerie message. I look around and see that there is no bed, but a coffin. I'm a little scared by the fact and quickly turn away to see that I am standing next to a giant pile of papers. When I look closer at them I see that they are all sheet music.

I carefully approach my angel, not wanting to startle him and wanting even less to anger him. He continues to play, even when I wrap my arms carefully around his neck, letting my hands rest on his chest.

He stops when I kiss his neck.

"Christine, you shouldn't be up," he sighs, more frustrated than angry.

"No, I should be here, with you, not in some foreign bed surrounded by flowers, which are beautiful and I thank you for that," I won't let him bring me down like Raoul.

"Please Christine, you fainted," yes Erik, anything else that is obvious that you would like to tell me?

I sit down beside him, "Erik, I'm fine."

"I've heard that too many times," he places a hand on my shoulder.

"And I've been cooped up too long not to go on my own free will," I whisper into his ear, as if it were a great secret.

He wraps an arm around my waist, and I lean my head on his shoulder.

"Do you know how to play?" he motions with his other hand at the piano.

"I used to know a little, but I've forgotten," I blush.

He moves his hand from around my waist to my right hand and then his other to my left, lightly moving them to the keys.

"Let me remind you," he whispers into my ear.

He moves my hands, lightly pressing on the keys, playing the song that I came into, but now I recognize it: Music of the Night.

I allow him to move my hands as I look at him in the corner of my eye; "You really love this song."

He looks at me and falters in his playing, "I wrote it for you."

I blush and look down, and then back at him, and I can tell he isn't lying.

I move my one hand from the keys and purposely touch his mask; "I love you."

I moves his now free hand back to mine, "I love you too, Christine."

His hand drops and I take my chance. I remove his mask, look into his deformed eye, and then kiss him, long and hard, bringing all of my emotions to my lips.

I pull back, in need of air eventually, and then look at him and then down to his mask, which I place behind me, out of his reach.

"Christine?" he looks at me so lost.

"I love you, no matter what you look like. And not just because you're my angel, but because I love you more than that," I take his hands in mine and I take off his gloves, placing them by the mask.

I bring them to my waist, guiding them down my legs, shivering at the coldness in his touch, but not stopping.

I can see his reaction, and it's a mix of fear and lust.

I then bring them to my face, and guide them down my neck.

"Erik, I've always wondered what you're touch would feel like," he takes it the wrong way, withdrawing his hands.

I move mine back on top of his, "I like it."

He moves my hands back to the piano, with wonderful control, and starts to play the song again. I can't tell if I'm surprised and disappointed, or just plain relieved at this. I loved his touch and he really enjoyed the feeling too, but then again I still barely know him. There are things that I have only just learn and things I learn that are new every second of the way, and if I move too fast we both may lose something dear to us.

I lose myself in the music, and then lean over, placing my head on his shoulder. He leans his head down on top of mine.

I smile and I can tell that he is smiling too, and we both get lost in the music.

I find myself singing, out of no where, "Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes; let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before. Softly, deftly, music shall surround you. Feel it, hear it, closing in around you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight - the darkness of the music of the night. Let your mind start a journey through a/strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before! Let your soul Take you where you long to be!"

I sit up slowly and face him as he turns to me, "Only then can you belong to me."

He looks at me in disbelief, and there are tears in his eyes.

I kiss him and I feel him kissing me passionately back, and all the time there is a smile playing at our lips.

When we break the kiss he turns away from me, blushing.

"My angel?" I place a hand on his shoulder.

He turns back to me, "Please, excuse me, I'll be right back."

He stands up quickly and I catch his hand, accidentally touching his pants as I do. His pants are warm and sticky on the front. He looks down to the front of his pants, as do I and I realize that my angel does not have the control I thought he had the past couple of minutes.

He turns an even brighter shade of read and turns away, "My apologies, I won't be long."

I keep holding his wrist, and I smile a little, laughing slightly.

"My angel, there is nothing to be embarrassed about," he turns back to me.

"I shouldn't be like this," he tries to look away, but I stand up and put my fingers under his chin, making him look at me still.

"Shouldn't be like what?" I ask sincerely.

"Out of control," I move my hand to his cheek.

"My angel, I understand. I know I shouldn't but if you went backstage at one of the plays around here, into the dressing rooms, you would see and hear a lot worse things then this simple accident. And let me tell you, in the dressing room what happens is no accident."

He laughs at my words and I smile.

I kiss him again and then let him leave.

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a/n: I am sad to say that the next chapter is the last.. but I shall start a thing now: who wants a sequel?