Christine laid in bed that night with a new hope from that day. She only hoped she wasn't hearing voices in her head. She slowly went to sleep.

" Christine I love you..." Christine was staring at the phantom with his face of immense longing and helplessness. Christine began to walk towards him but then suddenly a shot rang out through the room. The phantom lay dead on the floor. Christine screamed and she turned to see am army of men and women with guns in their hands, but the worse thing was that Raoul was leading them. Christine ran to the phantom and covered him with her body screaming and thrashing.

Christine woke up straight up in her bed. Cold sweat was gliding down her face and she found herself tangled in the sheets. " God" she screamed silently to herself as she began to untangle the sheets around her waist. While she was doing that she began to sob. " Angel..." she bellowed as she began to cry into her sheets. The dream felt so real. His body lying there lifeless stabbed her heart every time. She began to sing to herself the words she would be hearing from him. " Say you'll share with me one love one lifetime." She kept saying the words over and over again while sobbing into the sheets. But then she heard the next lyrics but she wasn't singing it." Lead me save me from my solitude." Christine thought she was going crazy but she knew she heard what she heard she began to sing again. "Angel I hear you speak I listen stay by my side guide me." Christine rose out of bed looking in every direction to hear where the music was coming from. " Look behind the window I am here outside" ( ME: I know corny) Christine's heart leapt and she quickly ran to the window pulling the drapes away. There in front of her was a man dressed in black with a black mask covering the eyes of his face with blood red roses in his hands. Christine could hardly believe this. The thing she had been dreaming about forever was coming true. Her angel was standing their on a tree branch holding out his hand to her. " I hope you have forgave me Christine." was all he said. Christine then took his hand and yanked him into the bedroom staring into his eyes which were in shock of the force she had just done. Tears of happiness were running down her cheeks and seemed to glow in the darkness. The room was glowing now because the full moon was now shining in the room through the window. " Christine I" The phantom began to say this but then Christine quickly took him by the head and pushed her lips against his. She felt like all the grief she had been feeling in the past weeks poured all over his lips. She took her hands and placed them on his face. Her kiss was full of passion and the phantom slowly and gently put his hands down her waist and began to kiss her back. He had been dying to see her and would sometimes visit her when she was sleeping. He just wanted to touch her body and show how much he loved her. The kiss lasted for a couple of minutes before they broke. " Where have you been" Christine asked as she sobbed into his shoulder. The phantom was surprised as she put her head on his shoulder. " Christine I'm sorry for leaving you there but something came up and I couldn't come to you without you being in danger." He also began to weep as he held her in his strong arms. Christine could smell the sweet and heavy cologne he was wearing carry her. " Angel... I love you no matter what." She slowly raised her left hand and showed him the ring that was still on her finger. He could hardly believe she still had the ring on after he had almost killed her. She was smiling at him wanting to be with him. " Christine I am no angel, not after I killed so many people." He let go of Christine and turned towards the window. " You really deserve so much better and I can understand if you want to live with someone other then a monster." Christine felt her heart sink with love as she watched the man who had once scared turn and sob. " Your not a monster! You had no consciences when you killed those people and you were brought up like that! God forgives you because you truly are an angel." Christine put a hand on his shoulder and slowly turned him around looking deeply into his eyes. Christine then all of a sudden thought of something that she never thought of before. " What is your name any ways angel" she said sweetly."This monster has no name but that of monster,thing,it,opera ghost and murderer." he said sadly as he looked back into her eyes. " I believe though that my mother called me Erik." Christine smiled and then placed her hands on his mask which he had also worn for his opera. She slowly pulled it of. Erik quickly and timidly put his hand over his face. But Christine smiled and put her hand over his and pulled it of revealing his face. She slowly led his hand to her waist and then she took her hands and placed her hands on both sides of his face and imbraced him for the impact of her lips. She first kissed his lips then led to the right-side of his face. She dug her fingers into his distorted face which felt scared and bumpy. She then timidly began to kiss the side of his face. Erik was still in shock that she still felt so comfortable around him like this and than began to bawl as she kissed his face. " How can you bare it" he asked still crying. " There is nothing to bare Erik but the love I feel right now." she said was as she was crying and then kissed him again. This time Erik didn't hold back but kissed her back as passionately. When they were done they stared into each others eyes. Erik picked up the roses that were on the ground and gave them to her. Christine smiled and said softly. " Thank you." Erik also picked up his mask which had fallen on the floor and put it back on. " Christine if you wish to leave with me, we must go now." Christine looked at him in shock with how quickly things were going. " Can I say good-bye to Meg and Madame Giry" she asked. " You will see them soon. But now we must go." Christine agreed and turned towards him. Erik put out his hand which was covered by a glove and motioned for her to come. Christine took his hand and he slowly lifted her outside the window onto the thick tree branch. He carefully lifted her down onto a black horse.Christine saddled herself on as Erik sat behind her. He gently kicked the horse and they were soon dashing down the Paris's streets.