Reviews...I love reviews! Yay! I'm so happy that I'm getting reviews! sigh I'm going to say this again...I DO NOT OWN ERIK! I've finally admitted it...maybe that 12-step program is helping. Anyway, I'm going to write from Christine's POV again. It's easier. And I'm lazy. And bored.

I was frightened. I didn't know what my future held. Raoul knew where we were. I didn't know what to do, but I knew that Erik had a plan. He was my rock: he kept me going when I was ready to give up. I knew he would keep me safe, but that worried me as well. What lengths would he go to in order to keep me safe?

That day was like clockwork. Erik and I ate, read, and sang. Conversation was kept at a minimum. Throughout the day, I kept looking over my shoulder, paranoid that I was being watched by Raoul.

That night, I had convinced Erik to come to bed with me, but I could not convince him to remove his mask. He held me tight in his arms, but I could not sleep. I knew that he wasn't sleeping, either. Finally, I sat up.

"Erik...I've been thinking of this all day...I think that we should get married as soon as possible, maybe even by the end of the month."

This sparked Erik's attention, and he sat up as well.

"Christine, this is a bit...spontanous. There is much to be planned. I want this to be the wedding of your dreams."

"Erik, it will be the wedding of my dreams. I'm going to be marrying you. I never wanted a big wedding anyway. I just want to be your wife."

"But you need a dress. I don't want you wearing an everyday dress to you wedding."

I smiled broadly.

"Erik, before we left the Opera House, I quickly packed the wedding dress that you had for me. That is the wedding dress of my dreams. Now...perhaps we can send a note to Nadir informing him of this blessed event, and have him pass the message to Madame Giry and Meg...we should tell them to meet us here...next Sunday...and we will ride to the church together, then come back here for a very small gala in celebration. Well...on the way to the church, you and I must ride seperate because you won't be able to see me before the wedding. Perhaps tomorrow I will go and make plans at the church, but very discreetly, of course. Does all of this sound good to you, mon ange?"

Erik looked at me in disbelief.

"Wow...you have really thought this out, haven't you?"

"Why do you think I was so silent today? I'm stepping into your shoes with the planning."

Erik laughed then shook his head.

"Christine, it sounds perfect. Absolutely perfect. Would you be insulted if I said I was shocked?"

I pretended to be insulted, but I was actually shocked, yetvery proud,with myself.

"Oh Erik...by this time in two weeks, we will be married! It's so exciting!"

Erik didn't respond, so I looked and saw him asleep, with a small smile on his face. I gently removed his mask and kissed the scarred part of his face. A face was just a face, but his soul was different. He was passionate and gentle, yet agressive at the same time.

I nestled myself against Erik, knowing that I was safe from every danger of the world, and fell asleep with a smile upon my face.

Yeah, this chapter is kind of short and stupid...R&R, give criticism and honest input.