Reviews! I feel loved! Yay! Anyway...I don't own Erik or any other characters. It is quite tragic, to say the least. This is from Christine's POV because I guess I'm jealous of her. I'm pathetic...jealous of a fictional charcter. Hey...in my seventh grade spelling bee, I got out on the word jealousy. I still won third place. Just a random pointless fact.

Meg and Madame Giry looked around in the library for about a half hour, then decided to retire for the night. Erik and I read for a while, then went to bed.

Before we went to bed, we had the same argument we had every night: the mask. But tonight, I was persistant and refused to give up.

"Erik...please take off the mask. It must be horribly uncomfortable."

"I don't want to. It is very comfortable and I enjoy wearing it."

"Erik, I demand you take it off right now. Why...you could lay on it in your sleep and it could shatter and a piece could fly into your eye and you'd be blind! I don't want you to be blind...then you would never be able to see me again!"

"Christine, don't be foolish. I know that when you wake up, the first thing that you won't want to see is my abhorrent face."

I sighed with frustration.

"Erik, I don't care about your face! When will you realize that? I am marrying you for you, not your face. I just...I just wish that you would understand that. I am not that shallow."

I reached over and gently removed his mask.

"Erik, I love you, no matter what you look like."

I kissed the deformed part of his face and rested my head on him.

"Now please...I just want to sleep, darling."

I felt him sigh, then wrap his arms around me and kiss the top of my head.

"Whatever pleases you, mon ange, whatever pleases you."

I was awoke early Saturday morning by a quiet knocking on the door. I looked up and groggily mumbled something that resembled "Come in." Erik, of course, reached for his mask, then shut his eyes again.

"Christine...Christine...it's time to wake up..."

I looked and saw Meg, still in her nightclothes,standing at the foot of the bed.

"Why...I'm tired, Meg...and I'm so comfortable. Just...let me sleep for a while longer."

I rolled over and nestled closer to Erik, but Meg didn't leave.

"Christine...it is exactly one day until your wedding! The tradition! You can come sleep in my room or Maman's room, but you must leave quickly!"

I pouted, but Meg was very persistant. Finally, I kissed Erik good-bye and followed Meg out of my room and down the hall to her room. Once we got in her room, she squealed.

"Oh, Christine, in one day you will be married! Can you believe it? Oh, I am so excited for you. I can't wait until I get married."

I had to laugh at Meg's excitement.

"Meg, when you get married, you will be the most beautiful bride ever. But right now...I'm so nervous! Not so much about the wedding...but the wedding night..."

Meg understood what I meant right away and gave me a strange look.

"You mean...you and Erik never...did...that?"

I shook my head and started blushing.

"The way you were acting when I arrived last night, I thought that you would've..."

I shook my head again.

"No...last night was the closest we ever came. But in a way, I'm glad it didn't happen so tomorrow night will be special...but I'm nervous!"

Meg hugged me and laughed.

"Oh Christine, remember the nights in the Opera House, listening to the older girls talk about their encounters, how we'd giggle! Not saying this is like that, though...they had different encounters everynight with different men. I just can't believe that you're getting married!"

"I know how you feel, Meg. This all feels like a dream! But now...let's go make breakfast! I'm famished and too excited to sleep!"

Meg and I went and made a hearty breakfast, but I made sure that there was enough for Madame Giry and Erik, if he decided to come down.

ERIK'S POV
I felt like writing from his POV again because he's hot.

I was woken early by Meg, who came to collect Christine. I hadn't slept well that night, so I fell asleep again. I woke up a few hours later to chatter out in the hall, then the door opening. I heard Christine walk over to the armiore and rummage through quickly. I propped myself up on my elbow and watched her, then she turned around and gasped.

"Erik! You aren't supposed to see me! Just...look away! Cover your eyes...anything! Just don't look at me!"

I rolled my eyes and flopped back down and covered my face with my pillow until I heard the door shut again. Women and their silly traditions...you just couldn't help loving it.

I finally rose from bed and dressed for the day. (My thought: Erik changing...sexiness) I spent the day how I used to spend my days in the Opera House: sitting at my organ creating music. I found it very relaxing because I knew that once Christine and I were married, I wouldn't be able to shut myself up for days at a time. It would take some adjusting, but I would do anything for Christine.

Hours later, I hearda knock at the door.

"Who is there?"

"It is I, Nadir."

"Enter if you must, then."

He came in, but did not enter the room beyond the door.

"I'm just letting you know that I have arrive. Christine also wanted me to tell you to go down and eat something or else you will starve to death. Those are her words, not mine."

I sighed.

"That girl...always telling me to eat or sleep. What would I do without her?"

"My guess would be starve to death or die of sleep deprivation. If that's possible."

"I have gone much longer without eating or sleeping. I told her that I'm going to look like Piangi in a year if she keeps feeding me so much."

Nadir shook his head.

"Well, Erik, I'm going to be retiring for the night, and I'd recommend you to do the same, after you eat of course. Christine has gone to bed, but I don't believe she will be sleeping much at all. She is rather nervous."

I nodded in agreement. I was rather nervous, as well. I was hoping that if the fop planned to pay us a visit, it would not be on our wedding day.

Nadir left the room, leaving me to be alone with my thoughts. I paced the room for a few minutes, then sat down at my organ to work, but I was too distracted with my thoughts, so I decided to take Christine's advice and eat.

I think this chapter is kind of bad, but please R&R.. My opinion doesn't matter, it's all up to you!