Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom, or any of the characters in it.

Summary: This is my version of how the movie/ stage play should have ended. Erik/Christine.

A/N: This might be a little bit corny, but bear with me. Also, I'm looking for a beta, if anyone would like to help me out. Enjoy!

Chapter One

Christine looked around in awe. She was sitting on a boat as the cloaked man in front of her rowed across the lake. Everything was shrouded in mist, but even that didn't detract from the beauty of the place. As they neared their destination she could see candles glowing in the distance. It dawned on her that must be home to the phantom of the opera.

Ever since learning that her angel was actually the infamous phantom, Christine had been a little apprehensive. This place did little to calm her fears, but she felt another emotion overpowering them. She wasn't sure how to describe it. She only knew that when she looked at the masked man in front of her a blush rose to her cheeks and a heat flowed through her body like she had never before known. And when he sang to her, with the voice of an angel despite outward appearances, she wanted nothing more than to be close to him and have him by her side always.

Eventually the phantom took Christine's hand and helped her out of the boat. She looked around curiously. She'd never seen anything like this place. It reminded her of something vaguely majestic, but completely original. She wondered how a man who never appeared to go outside managed to amass so many lavish things. She briefly considered asking him to return her to her dressing room. Maybe following him here was a mistake. The thought of going through a mirror was a little crazy anyway.

Then she heard the music. Music that was so beautiful she thought her heart would burst from hearing it. She glanced over and saw that it was the phantom who was playing and singing. Christine felt herself being carried away by the music. Subconsciously she let her eyes drift closed and started to sway in tempo.

Nighttime, sharpens, heightens each sensation,

Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Slowly gently night unveils its splendor

Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender

Turn you face away from the garish light of day

Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night

Somewhere in the back of her mind Christine felt a voice telling her that this was very wrong. She should get back in the boat and row until she was safely in her dressing room again. Thankfully that voice was easily quieted. The phantom drew her into his arms and she felt herself leaning into his touch. When his lips met hers she didn't feel any trace of her earlier apprehension, only a simple pleasure that sent a warm tingling sensation threw her and left her wanting more but at the same time feeling oddly satisfied. Somewhere in the very back of her mind she wondered if this was what all kisses felt like, or if it depended on the person who was doing the kissing. She suspected the latter. Soon he was trailing heated kisses down her neck and she became acutely aware that suddenly the room felt far too warm. She moaned in protest as he pulled away from her. Their eyes met and a feeling of desire shot through her. Perhaps without even knowing she was doing it, she shot a glance at the ornately decorated bed in the next room. There was a silent question in her eyes. He nodded quickly and picked her up without a word.

"Wait!" she said, still struggling to breath properly, "I don't know your name."

"Erik," he answered quietly, "It is Erik."

A/N: No flames please! Constructive criticism is welcome though. I haven't read the book, so this is based solely off the movie and a little bit of the stage play. I don't intend for this to be a one shot, so all reviews would be greatly appreciated.