I'm trying something different for this chapter...I'm going to try to write from Christine or Erik's POV. Anyway, just tell me if you like it or not, and maybe I'll keep writing like this, maybe I won't. Also, I don't own any of the characters. None of them...not even Erik...I had to let him go because Gaston Leroux and ALW collaborated and were threatening to call the police (I have a corny sense of humor, I know).

I waited silently with Erik. I was a wee bit apprehensive; I didn't know what awaited us. I was also anxious to start my new life: a life filled with love, passion, and music.

I saw the carriage pull up and the driver got out to help pack our things. I saw his eyes and was terrified: they were jade, just like the eyes of the creepy man that the ballet girls talked about. All of the girls were superstititious of this mas. I gasped, but then heard Erik chuckling happily.

"My dear daroga! Pleasure to see you! Christine, this is Nadir. He and I go back a long way...back to my days in Persia."

I smiled poliely and shook his hand.

"Christine...yes, Erik has spoken very fondly of you on several occasions. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

I nodded and quietly replied, "The pleasure is on both ends."

Erik and Nadir packed the carriage, but everytime I tried to help, they both chided me, so I stood and watched, feeling utterly useless.

Erik helped me in the carriage, and wrapped me in his cape when I sat down.

"It's very cold out, Christine. You should've worn something warmer."

I looked down and realized that I was still wearing my costume from the Don Juan Trimphant. I laughed quietly to myself, but cuddled up against Erik and fell asleep in his arms.

After what seemed like ten minutes, but was actually a good hour and a half, Erik gently woke me.

"Christine, we are home."

I got out of the carriage only to see the most beautiful home that I had ever seen. There were steps that led to gigantic wooden double doors. The doors had stained glass windows.

"Oh, Erik, is this really our home?"

He smiled proudly. "I designed it myself."

I hugged him and squealed with delight. It was such a beautiful home. I couldn't believe it.

Erik took my hand and led me into the house. He paused momentarily to light a candelabra so we could see. He led me upstairs and down a long hall. He opened a door and paused to light more candles and I saw the most beautiful bedroom I had ever seen.

"This will be your room-"

I cut him off quickly. "You mean OUR room, right Erik?"

He cleared his thoat nervously and finished. "There is a bathroom attached. I have to help Nadir unpack our things. You can explore the house, just don't get lost. It is rather large."

He handed me the candelabra and turned quickly. I pouted for a moment, then realized how tired I actually was. I entered the room and looked around. I realized that there was a gigantic fireplace, so I lit a fire to try and warm up the room. I looked in the beautiful armiore and saw that there werea few of Erik's shirts hanging. I removed my corset and decided to put on one of the shirts, hoping it would warm me up a bit. Then, I dived into the luxurious bed and fell asleep in the beautiful satin sheet.

Okay, I think that is kind of a stupid chapter...I'm kind of sick, so I'm not really writing well. R&R, give honest input. Thank you.