From Angel's Eyes

Chapter Eight

From the moment Christine entered the theatre the next day, Erik was on edge. He had not revealed to anyone that the mannequin was there. Nadir knew it had arrived, but he hadn't been allowed to see it. Christine smiled at them both as she entered and Erik felt his heart clench.

"Good morning." She said, putting her bag down. Erik nodded and she asked, "What are we doing today?"

"I want to run through The Music of the Night with costumes and then we'll have a go at the Don Juan Triumphant." He said, his voice a little edgier than he wanted it to be. Luckily she didn't seem to notice as she took a drink from her water bottle and started to warm up.

He waited until all the members of the cast were ready before setting up for The Music of the Night. Most of them sat down to watch as Max took his place, making sure the mask was secure before grinning at Christine. Erik snapped,

"In character, please Mr Hodges."

"Yes, sorry." Max said quickly, composing himself.

Erik was tensed all the way through the song. He barely noticed the occasional errors that Max was making. His eyes were fixed on Christine, the way she moved, the graceful manner in which she followed Max around the stage. And then the moment arrived.

Max led her over to the curtain as the music climaxed and pulled it back. Erik's heart leapt. Christine stared at the mannequin, her mouth open. Then she pretended to faint. Max barely caught her in time. People were whispering, pointing at the mannequin but hushed as Max sang his final line, laying Christine on the bed at the edge of the stage.

The song ended and Christine got to her feet. She moved tentatively across the stage. Erik watched, his jaw clenched, his blood pounding in his ears. Christine blinked in astonishment and stared the mannequin up and down. Max whistled.

"That's… wow." He turned to talk with Tom and Nadir and everyone began to chatter again. Christine stayed staring at the mannequin. Erik moved towards her and asked quietly,

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah… I just… I don't look like that, do I?" She whispered. Erik blinked. He hadn't been expecting that reaction.

"Yes, you do."

"But… she… she looks so…" Christine's voice faded away.

Erik felt the worry begin to build in him.

"I thought it was a good likeness."

"I just never thought that I looked like that." She admitted.

"Like what?" Erik asked and she shrugged.

"I don't know. It looks so… perfect. I don't look like that."

"You do. It looks almost exactly like you."

"Almost." She murmured.

Erik smiled slightly and touched her cheek with his fingertips.

"Yes. I couldn't quite capture your true beauty in a mannequin, although I certainly did my best." He told her. Christine stared up at him.

"You? You made it?"

"I did indeed."

"Mr Destler, are we going to run through Don Juan Triumphant now?" Dr Carter called. Erik could quite happily have ripped the head off the mannequin and thrown it at him for interrupting. But instead he turned and said,

"Yes, we are. Get everyone in their positions."

And he turned to walk off the stage, painfully aware that Christine was watching him leave, open-mouthed.


After changing back into her normal clothes, as the Don Juan Triumphant costume wasn't ready yet, Christine took her position by the side of the stage. She found her eyes unconsciously drawn to Erik Destler. He was shouting movements at the extras, with Nadir moving about on the stage to get them where he wanted them. She didn't even notice when Tom said something.

"Christine?"

"What?" She said, blinking and looking at him. She rubbed her forehead. "Sorry. Did you say something?"

"Just checking you're OK. That mannequin looked like it freaked you out." He said. Christine lifted her eyebrows.

"Just a little. Does it look a lot like me?"

"It could be your reflection, Christine. It's amazing. I wonder who made it." Tom said. Christine glanced at Erik without realising.

Tom saw but didn't comment. He considered her for a moment and then asked,

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Christine replied.

"Do you like Max?"

"Of course, everybody does."

"I didn't mean like that." Tom said quietly. Christine looked at him sharply and then sighed.

"…No. I don't. But I don't know why. He's great, the perfect guy. But I just… I can't feel that way about him. I wish I could."

"Is there someone else?"

Christine's eyes flicked at Erik again and then she shook her head.

"No. There isn't. There hasn't been anyone for a few years. I just don't get it, why I can't feel like that. I don't… I don't think I can feel that way about anyone."

"Why not?" Tom asked.

"If I knew I'd tell you." She admitted. Tom smiled.

"I'm only bugging you because Max is one of my best friends. And he really likes you a lot."

"I know he does. Tom, it's not that I don't want to like him. I wish I could feel the same way for him."

"It's OK. You don't have to defend yourself from me. I just wanted to ask."

Tom's name was called and he smiled at her.

"I'll see you later."

"OK." Christine replied. As Tom walked away, he frowned. He had seen her look subconsciously at Erik Destler when he'd asked if there was someone else. She didn't even seem to realise that she'd done it. He wouldn't tell Max though. It wasn't his place. At least not yet. Maybe Christine just had a crush on Destler, she'd get over it.

But he'd definitely be keeping an eye on both of them.


The rehearsal ended and Christine pulled on her jacket. Dr Carter clapped his hands to get their attention.

"Remember, the six o' clock news tonight! I'll record it and bring it in tomorrow for us all to watch!"

Christine smiled slightly as everyone started to talk excitedly at the prospect of being on television. She picked up her bag and headed for the door. She was about to leave but glanced back at Erik. He was stood by the piano, watching everyone prepare to leave. His eyes met hers. Christine smiled slightly, almost shyly and hurried out.

Erik watched as she left and felt his heart sink.

This was not promising.

Nadir looked at him.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes. Why shouldn't it be?" Erik said flatly.

"I have no idea. Congratulations on the mannequin, by the way. It's excellent." Erik grunted a reply and turned to pick his things up. Nadir couldn't help smiling. He seen the way Erik had touched Christine Danes' cheek, how he had watched her all morning, the way he had watched her leave. He had suspected before, but now he was certain.

After all, the Phantom always loved Christine.

"Stop it. Just stop thinking about him." Christine told herself sharply as she drove to the shops. She needed food shopping and wanted to get home in time to see the news.

"You're still thinking about him. Remember – he's a gorgeous, eccentric billionaire and you're a college student who has regular conversations with her dog." She muttered. After running around the shop for everything she needed she drove home, threw the food into the fridge and cupboards.

At ten to six there was a knock at the door. Christine opened it and Meg flew in, pulling a boy with her, closely followed by Meg's mother, father and grandparents.

"Hey Christine! Thought we'd join you for the big news!" Meg grinned. Christine stared around at the people. The boy smiled. He had dark blonde hair and brown eyes and Meg was clinging to him.

"Hi. Will." He said, shaking her hand.

"I'm Christine. Mr Grayson, Mrs Grayson. Everyone, go through to the living room." Christine said. Soon they had all settled around on the sofa and chairs, talking excitedly. Meg's Grandmother smiled fondly at Christine.

"You must be so excited, dear."

"Try nervous." Christine admitted. Meg had been fiddling with the VCR and had pressed record as the news started. After some information about a car accident, a fire and the weather report, the presenter smiled at the screen.

"And now for something that has got the local University buzzing. This summer, the students are putting on performance of The Phantom of the Opera. Jennifer Rossum went to see rehearsals yesterday and caught up with a few of the performers."

Suddenly the screen changed to the inside of the theatre, where the camera zoomed in on the reporter that Christine had met the previous day.

"I'm here at the University Theatre looking behind the scenes at the latest show to be put on. The Phantom of the Opera will be performed in three weeks by the students of the musical department here at the university. Here with me is Christine Danes who will be playing Christine in this stunning performance."

Christine gasped as she appeared in costume. Meg whistled.

"Wow, Christine! Great outfit!" Christine groaned in despair but was hushed as they listened to her answer the questions. Then Max appeared and the reporter said,

"This is Max Hodges who will be playing The Phantom. Max, what's it like to be working in a performance this big?"

"It's fantastic! I'm loving every minute. I mean, its hard work but it'll be worth it in the end."

"You're playing one of the most important parts and are working in close contact with Christine Danes and Tom Sutherland, Christine and Raoul. Do the three of you get on well?"

"Tom's one of my best friends and Christine's the best person you're ever going to meet." Max said solemnly. Meg poked Christine and she sighed.

"Tom Sutherland, or Raoul de Chagny, how do you like being in the musical?" The reporter asked Tom. He grinned widely.

"It's an absolute dream come true. I've always wanted to be in a musical. I can't wait for the opening night!"

A few more questions and then the reporter turned to Dr Carter.

"Dr Carter is head of music at the university and is running the show. How do you feel its going?"

"Its hard work but I'm confident that we'll be ready. It's going to wonderful."

"You're working with Mr Nadir Khan and Mr Erik Destler on this. Mr Destler also did some work in shows professionally. How does that affect the performance?"

"Mr Destler is an incredible man. His presence alone is wonderfully inspiring. He's working harder than anyone to ensure that this show will be perfect."

The screen cut to the dancers performing Masquerade and then there were some shots of people laughing, talking, Rebecca singing Il Muto and Bill and Neil, who were André and Firmin, doing their part from Notes.

Meg smiled at Christine.

"This is fantastic, Christine! Look at it, it's amazing!"

"It's very impressive." Mr Grayson agreed. Christine bit her lip, knowing that the part with her singing was coming up. Sure enough, the reporter appeared again and introduced her and the camera zoomed in on her. She wasn't looking at the camera though. Christine knew exactly what she'd been looking at.

Erik Destler

Meg squeezed her friend's hand as they watched her sing.

"God, you're good." She said. Christine smiled slightly. The camera zoomed out to show her in full. Mrs Grayson smiled.

"You're not even reading the music! You must know it really well."

The song ended and Christine took a bow, smiling towards the camera. And then, although you couldn't hear over the applause, you could see her turn to Erik and ask something. Erik simply smiled and replied. Christine flushed slightly and then the camera changed back to the studio. The presenter smiled.

"It promises to be a stunning show. T hat's all for now, we'll be back at ten." Music started to play over the credits.

Will smiled at her.

"I can't wait to see it!"

"I'm going to book tickets as soon as they're available." Meg's grandfather promised. Christine laughed.

"Well, we're doing it every night for a week. I just hope people don't get bored and fall asleep."

"Not poss, Christine. Not if you sing like that!" Meg said cheerfully. She stopped the record button and winked.

"This is going to make me millions!"

"You're so hopeful. It's rather endearing." Christine said frankly, going to fetch refreshments for her unexpected guests.


Everyone was buzzing at rehearsals the next morning as they settled down in one of the studios to watch the report. Several people had missed it, but Christine had heard Rebecca complaining to a friend that she wasn't given more screen time. Max and Tom sat in the front row with several others, eager to watch it.

Christine stood at the back of the room as Dr Carter slipped the tape in and pressed play. There were whoops and cheers as the reporter appeared with Christine. Christine herself watched in silence, chewing the edge of a plastic water cup as the interviews took place. She had seen this at least ten times the previous night, thanks to Meg's enthusiasm. She found that she didn't want to see it again and slipped out into the corridor.

"You don't want to watch it?"

She turned and saw Erik in the corridor behind her. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

"I saw it loads of times last night. My best friend recorded it and made us watch it over and over. Aren't you going to watch?"

"I saw it last night as well. At least it's good publicity." He commented, walking with her to the deserted theatre. They sat on the edge of the stage and Erik commented,

"I suppose we should be grateful for the coverage."

"I guess…" Christine said quietly. He eyed her.

"You don't sound overjoyed."

"I know… but everyone's working it up be this really fantastic show. What if it isn't? What if I screw up and everyone walks out thinking it was just a waste of time?" She babbled.

To her surprise and embarrassment Erik chuckled softly.

"Christine, you have nothing to worry about. You are the only member of this cast that I know will perform perfectly. I'm far more concerned about Mr Hodges. He could be excellent if he would be serious for more than ten minutes."

"Max will be fine. He really does put the effort in. He'll be great on the night." Christine said, feeling the need to defend him. Erik nodded, albeit reluctantly.

"I believe he will."

"I'm glad you have confidence in me. I just… what if I can't do it right? I want to do it perfectly, for Mum and Dad. But if I don't get it right, I'll have let them down. I want to make them proud." She admitted. Erik looked at her, his eyes piercing her. After a moment he said,

"I don't know about them, but I certainly feel proud every time I hear you sing. You have great talent, Christine. I don't know if making me proud will mean anything, but it's true."

Christine stared at him and then smiled slightly.

"It means a lot, Mr Destler. It really does." Erik smiled back and then said,

"When we are alone, I would prefer it if you call me Erik."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well… OK. Erik." The name rolled off her tongue comfortably, as though it had been especially made for her to say. Erik felt a thrill go through him at hearing her beautiful voice say his name. He smiled and she returned the smile, her dark eyes glinting.

"All you have to do is sing, and the show will be instant success. There's not a soul that could resist loving your voice." He told her. To his dismay the smile faded to be replaced with a frown.

"Someone resisted. Whoever wrote that note… if that light had hit me, I would have been killed. No one could have survived that. If you hadn't been there…"

She took a deep breath. Erik frowned and said,

"I will find who sent that note and they will be punished. I promise you that."

"You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep." Christine whispered. Erik felt as though something had taken over his body. He reached over and took both her hands in his. She looked from their joined hands to his eyes. He said in an almost inaudible voice,

"I promise."

They could have sat like that for hours, or maybe just a few seconds before they heard the others coming back to the theatre. The programme had finished. Erik gently released Christine's hands and got to his feet, sitting at the piano as the cast entered, talking excitedly. Christine watched Erik go and then looked down at her hands. She could still feel the warmth of his fingers wrapped around her own, the strength that lay hidden there.

Max wandered over and said,

"You didn't watch?"

"I saw it last night." She explained. He considered her.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, why?"

"You're a bit red." She pressed her hands to her cheeks and felt, to her dismay, that her face was warm. She shrugged.

"I'm just hot. The weather is so warm."

"Hey, let's not complain or it might start raining." He grinned. She smiled faintly.

"Right now, I'd love a little rain. It's too hot."

They stopped talking as Dr Carter said,

"OK folks, you saw the report. Let's make this show everything they said it would be! I want a complete run-through from the Prologue up to Notes. Let's move!"

Everyone started to rush around to their places. Christine stood beside Terri, the girl playing Meg, who didn't look at her. Terri was one of Rebecca's friends and had never been particularly friendly towards Christine. But Christine was too preoccupied with her own thoughts about the show,

She would make it great. She would make her parents proud.

She would make Erik proud.


The rehearsal went perfectly. Everyone seemed to have been inspired by the report and performed perfectly. Even Erik didn't have anything to complain about and they all left the theatre in good spirits. Max bounded up to Christine and grinned.

"Do I really have to ask?" He said.

"Coffee or food?"

"Coffee."

"Give me two minutes." She smiled and went to put her things in her car. When she returned, she and Max walked the ten minutes to the café.

They discussed the rehearsal, with a sense of self-satisfaction at having pulled the whole thing off without a single mistake.

"Did I hurt you after I remember? I pushed you pretty hard." Max asked, chewing a doughnut. Christine shook her head.

"No, it was just right. If we do that on the night, we've got nothing to worry about."

"Hey, seeing yourself on TV gives your self-esteem one hell of a boost. And, sorry to brag, but I look damn sexy in that mask!" Max grinned.

Christine laughed and hit his arm.

"My god, you're so arrogant!"

"But sexy." He smirked. Christine snorted and shook her head in despair. Max shrugged and bit into another doughnut.

"You carry on eating like that and you won't be able to even fit into your outfit." Christine told him. He grinned through a mouthful of dessert.

"I've got a fast metabolism. I never seem to put on weight."

"Maybe not now. But when you hit thirty, you're going to wake up with a tyre around your waist." Christine told him, sipping her coffee. Max seemed unconcerned as he took another doughnut.

As they walked back to the theatre half an hour later, Max said,

"Do you reckon we can pull this off? I know we did well today but…"

"I was thinking the same thing earlier. But Mr Destler thinks we'll be good, so I'm trying to tell myself the same thing. I mean, he clearly knows what he's talking about."

"True. Well, I'll see you tomorrow?" Max asked as they reached the car park. Christine gave him a quick hug.

"Tomorrow."


She spent the evening lazing around the house with a book, not feeling like being sociable. Eventually she decided to turn in for an early night. Trister lay at the foot of the bed, twitching occasionally in his sleep as she lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

"Oh my god…!" She moaned when she realised that she had spent the last twenty minutes going over the way Erik had touched her hands.

Christine rolled over, burying her face in the pillow.

"You're such an idiot." She told herself firmly. After a moment she added, "And you're talking to yourself again. This isn't good."

Trister stretched his legs out, grunting slightly. Christine stroked his soft ears and sighed.

"Trister, I think I've finally lost it." Trister simply wagged his tail once and went back to sleep. Christine grunted and closed her eyes, determined to go to sleep.


Wednesday dawned bright and clear. Christine went downstairs and flicked on the radio as she let Trister into the garden. She set it to the local news, hoping to catch the weather. To her surprise, she found that they were expecting heavy rain within the hour.

"Max will be disappointed." She said idly as she made herself scrambled eggs. Trister trotted in and she put down a bowl of milk and a dog biscuit for him. He crunched the biscuit and lapped thirstily at the milk as she sat down with toast and eggs. The newspaper had arrived and she glanced through, knowing that this would be the paper with the information about the musical.

They had used the centre pages, as well as the pages on either side of the centre to show pictures and information about the show. In the very centre of the main pages was the picture of Christine, Tom and Max, all looking at the camera. Christine smiled as she looked through the other photos. They were good ones, mostly of herself, Tom and Max, although there were several of the dancers, Nadir, Dr Carter and Erik. She noticed, with almost guilty pleasure, that there was only one of Rebecca, and even then it was only with a group of other people. There was also one of Christine stood at the piano with Nadir and Erik, smiling at something one of them had just said, looking as though she were about to speak.

She began to read the article, smiling at the quotes people had given and the information that the reporters had picked up. As she turned onto the final page to look at the last few photos, she started to splutter, causing Trister to look up in alarm.

There were three photographs on the page. One of Max and Christine in Music of the Night, Max holding Christine's hand and guiding her across the stage, with the caption Christine and the Phantom (Max Hodges). The second was of the Prima Donna cast, with Sing Prima Donna once more! written beneath it.

The third was of Christine and Erik, in The Phantom of the Opera. Christine's eyes were closed, her head tilted back, Erik's hand lying across his ribs, his other hand at her throat. His face was pressed against her hair, his eyes half-closed and his mouth open. The caption below read, Producer Erik Destler and Christine Danes get into character.

Christine stared at the picture and felt her heart begin to race as she relived that intense moment. Then she blinked and set the paper down, wondering if Erik had seen it and what he would think when he did.


Erik stared at the picture in the paper that Nadir had given him. He blinked and looked at his employee. Nadir smirked and Erik narrowed his eyes.

"What is that look for?"

"You. Just look at that picture."

"It's a picture, Nadir, it can be interpreted differently." Erik said, putting the paper on the table. Nadir's smirk widened.

"Well, I suspect many people are interpreting it in the same way that I am. Admit it Erik, you're infatuated with the girl."

"I most certainly am not and only you could come to such a ridiculous conclusion." Erik said sharply, sipping a black coffee.

"Oh, I'm ridiculous, am I?" Nadir said, picking up the paper.

"Yes."

"Then why are you going red." Nadir asked casually.

Erik stared at him and then felt his exposed cheek. Sure enough, it was horribly warm. He got to his feet sharply.

"Nadir-"

"Just admit it, Erik. You like her." Nadir said calmly. Erik didn't reply. He looked down at the picture in Nadir's hands and then closed his eyes in despair.

"Fine. Yes. I do care for her. What's your point?"

"The point is you should do something about it." Nadir said, waving the paper at him. Erik swatted the paper away and turned from him.

"No."

"Erik-"

"I said no, Nadir! She's too young. God, just look at her. She's perfect! Why, in heaven's name, would she want anything to do with me?" Erik shouted.

Nadir smiled and went to the door. As he did so, he said,

"Clearly you're blind, Erik, if you can't see how she feels about you. I'll be back in ten minutes with the car." He left the room, leaving Erik staring after him, open mouthed.


When Christine arrived at the theatre, she found Nadir and Dr Carter in the theatre, poring over the paper.

"Christine, have you seen it?" Dr Carter asked excitedly. She smiled slightly.

"Yes, I got the paper this morning."

"Think of the publicity! Goodness, I sound just like Firmin, don't I? Never mind, this is very exciting!" Dr Carter said, waving the newspaper around like a madman. Christine smiled and started to search through her bag for her score. To her dismay, she couldn't find it.

"Oh, I don't believe it! I left my score at home!" she cried. Nadir smiled.

"Don't worry, you've got time to go back for it. You're early, as usual."

"I'll be as quick as I can." She promised, grabbing her car keys and rushing out. Nadir smiled and turned back to deal with the overexcited Dr Carter.

Christine was back at the theatre twenty-six minutes later, clutching her score. Unfortunately, by that time, the heavy rain had set in, as promised. Since Christine had left her jacket in the building, by the time she got back to the theatre she was soaked through and shivering slightly as she made her way to the front. Max and Tom stared at her.

"Get dressed in the shower?" Max asked. She rolled her eyes.

"I forgot my score, I had to go home for it. And when it started raining, I realised that I had left my jacket here." She gestured at the denim coat.

Max snorted in laughter and she pulled a face.

"Glad you find it funny." She said.

"Oh, I really do." Max laughed but jumped up as he and Tom were called to the costume room. Christine went to her bag to find a hairbrush, with hopes of getting her hair sorted before it turned into a birds nest. But as she was searching through her bag, she felt something warm and heavy fall around her shoulders. She looked up and saw Erik putting his jacket over her.

"You're drenched." He said. She smiled faintly.

"It's raining."

"You'd better not catch a cold Christine, or I'll give you hell for it." He warned.

"I won't, I promise." She smiled, pulling the warm jacket on. She began to brush her hair out and ended up tying it back to keep it out of the way. Erik handed her a cup of coffee.

"It's not very good, the coffee machine here isn't of the best quality."

"Hey, it's hot. That's all I need." She said, drinking it.

He sat at the piano and Christine began to sing her warm up. Max came rushing out halfway through to show her the newspaper.

"Have you seen this?" he said happily. Erik looked very put out at being interrupted and Christine said,

"Yes, I saw it earlier."

"Isn't it cool? We should get it framed!" Max said happily. Christine lifted her eyebrows.

"That's a little weird."

"Nah, this is our fifteen minutes of fame! What's the harm in being proud of it?"

"Just don't let it go to your head. Aren't you supposed to be in the costume room?" she pointed out. He grinned and rushed out. She rolled her eyes, turning back to Erik.

"Where were we?"

"Think of Me. Or would you rather do something else?" he asked. She shook her head.

"No, that's fine."

She licked her lips and began to sing again. But a few bars in, Nadir entered looking frustrated.

"Erik, there's a problem with the Wiltshire deal. I've got Jones on the phone." Erik stood furiously, storming out to the office as a group of extras entered, include Rebecca. Several of them were clutching the newspaper and giggling. Christine wasn't paying attention until one of the girls called,

"Hey, Christine, we didn't know you were sleeping with the producer!"

Christine looked up sharply.

"What?"

"I figured something was going on, but I never guessed it was something like that!" A girl called Maria laughed. Christine stared at them and Rebecca snorted.

"So that's how you got the part. I knew it had to be something like this, there's no way that you could get a part that good otherwise." She said bitchily, holding up the picture of Christine and Erik.

Christine stared at her and said angrily,

"I cannot believe how petty you're being. Get over it, Rebecca. I got the part and you didn't."

"But you're not denying it, are you?" Rebecca said, smugly. Christine glared at her.

"I don't feel the need to defend myself, because I know that there's nothing going on!"

"Well, this picture very much suggests otherwise." Rebecca said, examining it again. "Erik Destler and Christine Danes get into character. I'm guessing that's not all he's getting into!"

The girls shrieked with laughter and Christine felt herself flushing with humiliation and anger.

"For god's sake, I can't believe this! I am not sleeping with him!"

"Is that his jacket?" One of the girls asked. Christine looked down at the dark jacket. It was much too big for her, to sleeves coming down past her hands.

"Yes, but-" She got no further because they started laughing again. Christine felt tears of rage and embarrassment welling up. She turned to run out, knocking over the music stand as she did so. As she ran through the door, she pushed past Nadir. He caught sight of the tears running down her face and looked past to the laughing girls who quickly stopped when they saw him. He saw the picture in their hands and understood. He turned to follow Christine.

A/N: Aw, I love my reviewers. You guys are simply the best! Again, I've got an exam tomorrow. Yes, Maska, I am taking my AS levels. So not fun. Still, I've got media tomorrow which I'm considerably more hopeful about.

I wish I lived in America or wherever it is that everyone who is breaking up in the next week lives! In England, most schools break up towards the end of July, usually somewhere between the 20th and 25th. And we go back to school at the beginning of September. It sucks beyond belief. I'm only off at the moment because of study leave. But my school decided that we should get a head start on next year's work by dragging us back for the final month of school. Morons. Hate them. I'm only sticking this out so I can get to University. I've already picked my top two universities and I can't wait to get out of here!

Now that I've ranted and rambled, how about leaving a review? Hee hee. A few more Erik/Christine moments for you in here. I'm taking my sweet time with this aren't I? Well, get reviewing. I'm sat here eating jelly babies and thinking of ways to torture the characters

Lotsa luv

Katie