a/n: I'm seeing the movie again tomorrow, so that means that the chapters should come faster! (hopefully) I have a few thanks:

wolfegurl006: Yes i did... and wat was up with you saying "bye PANTS" today?

Son Ange: yes they do :D

chibi-shonenai: lol. here's the next chappie! and one already typed after this!

Samyo: like i've said before to others: greatstory+ hot guy AWESOME MOVIE! you'll LOVE it!

inkie pinkie: yes, breaking you're wrist must stink.

Kytten: Great to hear about your laptop, and thanks for that little tid bit! ;)

cherioxxx: thank you very much

and now back to the story:

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I wake up in the middle of the night. Originally baffled by the cause of this sudden stir I am quickly reminded of the searing pain in my wrist.

I carefully get up, trying not to irritate my wrist further or to wake up Raoul. The last thing I need right now is Raoul worrying about me. I grab my clothes, throwing them on looking to the clock to see it is one in the morning.

I take a rose from the vase on the table and place it gently by Raoul, from enough from his nose to keep it from waking him.

I take a few more, laying one by the door, one by the ledge, another by the entrance to the path I take, and I keep the last one with me: I'm leaving a trail.

I move swiftly up the cold stone pathway until I reach the trap door that will take me to the rooftop. I push the door open and step out, seeing the point has been left empty, as I had hoped.

I move to the back of the gargoyle with the wings and lie down, placing the rose on my chest. I gaze up at the stars.

Moments later I hear footsteps coming up from my pathway.

Raoul moves so that he is standing above me, blocking my view of the sky, "You know, you could leave a note next time."

"With this wrist?" I hide no annoyance from my voice.

He moves to sit beside me now, "It woke you up."

"Yes," we fall silent.

His voice breaks the air, "Little light in the sky, you pass me flying by and by. A light in heaven so far away, disappearing by the light of day. If I could I'd bring you here, to hold you tight and near. But alas you are too far away, and you'd only fade away the very next day."

I turn to him in surprise; "Did you make that up?"

He shakes his head, "No, my brother did."

There's an odd silence that I'm glad he breaks, "We were only teenagers when my dad died. After that Philippe seemed to keep to himself, taking long walks at night, leaving me alone. One night I followed him and heard him recite that. Everytime I see the stars it makes me think of him, of father, and of that poem."

I move my left hand around his shoulder, pulling him closer to me. I move the rose so that it lies between us and smile.

A pain stings in my chest and I realize that it hurts for Raoul.

"My angel," he speaks, "sing to me the music of the night."

I listen to him, "Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . . Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . . Silently the senses abandon their defenses . . . Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour . . . Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender . . . Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night . . . 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 ! Only then can you belong to me . . . Floating, falling, sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me savour each sensation! Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write - the power of the music of the night . . . You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night…"

He smiles, burying his face in my shoulder, "I love that song."

A smile creeps onto my face, and then a frown. That song was written for Christine.

I can't tell him, but he seems to read my thoughts, "I know that you wrote it for Christine, and I don't care."

I kiss his forehead, "I love you."

He snuggles in closer, "I know that too."

I look up at the moon and at the stars, marveling at the beauty, beauty that could never compare to the beauty of the love that this man and I share. I love this man and he loves me, and that's all that I need to know for now.

He turns to me and locks his fingers in mine, "Let's go back, you need to rest. It's been a long day."

I nod, "Alright."

We sit up and he stands, helping me up. When he starts to shiver slightly I wrap my cloak around his shoulders, and he looks at me in surprise.

"What?" I stop.

"I didn't realize that you had come up here without a shirt on," he laughs a little.

I look down and see he's not lying, "To tell you the truth, either did I."

We both laugh, for real and the troubles of the day leave us. He moves closer to me and I take him under my left arm. He leans in against my bare chest and I can feel him still shivering. I move behind him and wrap both arms around him.

We walk like this all the way back down, nothing needing to be said.

When we get back to the room we both strip down, not completely bare, but enough. We both smile as he takes me into his arms and we fall asleep again, not thinking about anything but this moment passing us by.

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