From Angel's Eyes

Chapter Eleven

Christine barely spoke in the car on the way back to her house. Erik noticed of course but didn't comment. He was still thinking about the way that Christine had kissed Max Hodges and their dispute afterwards. Obviously they hadn't wanted anyone to hear it, but he'd been so nearby he couldn't help overhearing.

They got to her house and she smiled briefly.

"Thank you."

"We'll pick you up tomorrow." Nadir said kindly and she nodded.

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

She practically ran to her front door and closed it quickly behind her. Erik watched the closed door for a moment before the car started off and he turned his attention to the newspaper Nadir had been reading that morning.

Nadir had spent the whole rehearsal debating the situation and when they reached the house, he turned to Erik in the entrance hall, handing him the disc that had been inside the camera.

"What's this?" Erik said. Nadir smiled.

"Something that might interest you greatly. Excuse me." He disappeared upstairs, leaving the bemused Erik with the disc.

Erik crossed to the media room, where he kept his films and music, as well as footage of various shows and concerts he had been in, produced or gone to see. He set the disc in the DVD player and settled back, growing more curious by the second. And then he sat up straight as the picture came on to show Christine stood in the theatre. He listened in astonishment as she answered Nadir's questions and then crossed to the piano. Nadir followed her and the camera settled on her face as she replied.

And then came the question.

"Do you want to keep in touch?" Came Nadir's voice from off-camera. Erik gripped the arms of his chairs tightly as he waited the agonizingly long time it took for Christine to reply. She looked up at Nadir and then down at the piano for saying quietly, with sad eyes,

"More than anything."

And then she began to play the piano. Nadir had waited for a few moments and then walked out and turned off the camera. The DVD ended and Erik fell back in his chair, staring at the screen.

What did this mean? He wondered. Did it mean that she…?

No. It was impossible. Why would she… he was so…

Erik rubbed at his head and sighed. This was so confusing. And yet it made sense. He wanted her. It was that simple. And if he was reading the signs clearly, she liked him as well.

But she was so young. And she hadn't even seen him without the mask. If she did, she would… well. It didn't bear thinking about.

And yet, he wondered if she truly would run. After all, hadn't she said that she wanted her phantom? But he doubted she had meant it literally. Not with everything that the phantom had done.

He stood and poured himself a drink. He suspected that he would need several more before the night was out.


Christine paced her kitchen anxiously, trying to figure out what to do.

OK, admit it. You have a crush on Erik Destler.

I do not!

No. You're completely, head-over-heels in love with Erik Destler.

No, I… shut up.

Hey, it's understandable. He is super sexy. You should know, you stare at him enough.

I do NOT!

Do too. And what was with that dream?

It was just a dream, it didn't mean anything!

And the fact that you were imagining Erik whilst you were kissing Max?

…Acting.

Yeah, right. Don't make me laugh. Face it girl, you're in love.

OK, who are you and why do you sound just like Meg?

Christine groaned and sat on the surface, rubbing at her head. Trister nudged at her leg, hoping for attention and she stroked his nose.

"You have it so lucky, Trister." She told him. He simply licked her hands and trotted off to lap at his water bowl. Christine leant back against the wall.

OK, fine. She had a crush. She was not in love. It was just a crush. A crush she would get over.

… But did she want to?

NO!

OK, you shut up now.

So Christine did the only thing she could think of. She picked up the phone and dialled Meg's number.


"OK, I've got chocolate, ice cream, cookies, chocolate ice cream, cookie ice cream and chocolate cookie ice cream." Meg said, bustling through the door with bags of food. Christine smiled.

"Knew I could count on you."

They sat down on the living room, Trister trying to sneak closer to the treats and Meg turned to Christine.

"Spill. I need every detail." So Christine told her almost everything. Meg listened closely and Christine said,

"So… what do you think? A crush or love?"

"I'd say you're about halfway between both but heading fast for love."

Meg knew what she was talking about. She fell in love about once a week. She chewed a cookie and said,

"Have you got a picture of your anonymous guy?"

"If I show you a picture it won't be anonymous!" Christine pointed out. Meg looked hurt.

"Christine, I'm your best friend! Who can you trust if you can't trust me?"

Christine hesitated, groaned, half admired her friend's manipulative tactics and reached into the magazine rack, pulling out the newspaper with the article of the show. She opened it at the centre and Meg squealed.

"Oh my god, is it him?" She pointed at Max and Christine shook her head.

"No." She turned the page and tapped the picture of herself and Erik. Meg's jaw dropped as she stared at the picture.

"Oh my god… he is so hot!"

"Yes, I know. What do you think?"

"Judging by your expression in that picture, I'd say love. Or possibly lust. But since you're thinking about him all the time, it's more likely to be love."

"Oh my god, this is a nightmare!" Christine wailed, dropping a piece of chocolate which Trister instantly pounced upon.

Meg blinked at her, still holding half a cookie in one hand.

"Why?"

"Because he's much older than me, completely out of my league, incredibly gorgeous, wonderfully lovely, makes me have dreams about him which then affect my performance on stage, I ended up telling him about my parents and two sides of my brain keep arguing with each other and one of them sounds just like you and I'm getting a headache!" Christine cried without pausing for breath.

Meg stared at her and then held out a tub.

"Ice cream?" Christine took the tub and dug a spoon into it, eating crossly. Then she pushed it back.

"I can't. I've got to try on one of my costumes tomorrow and if I've put on five pounds overnight we're going to have a problem."

"Low fat, sweetie. Eat up." Meg said, pushing the ice cream towards her again. Christine took the tub and ate a mouthful of ice cream, staring at the picture of Erik. She put the ice cream down again and looked at Meg.

"What am I going to do?"

"You could just go for a jog in the morning."

"Not about the ice cream. About Erik."

"Ah, much more complicated. Christine, if this really is love then you've got to do something. Because otherwise you'll just go insane. And if it's just a crush you find another cute guy and hit on him like crazy. This guy's cute." She tapped on a picture of Tom and Christine pulled a face.

"Ick. That's Tom."

"Is he single?" Meg asked, tilting her head to admire the picture.

"He is, but you're not. You've got Will, remember?" Christine pointed out.

"No, we broke up."

"Already?"

"It wasn't working." Meg said simply and reached for the chocolate.


Christine looked at herself in the mirror the next morning and said firmly,

"OK. This is not love. It's a crush. You go in there today and you perform better than ever, because you can. He is not going to interfere with this. You have worked too hard."

She nodded firmly at herself and got up as she heard a knock at the door. She went downstairs, grabbing her bag as she went. She opened the door and Erik smiled briefly.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." She replied, feeling a slight flush in her cheeks. Damn. He'd only been there half a second and she was already blushing. She picked up her keys and Erik asked,

"Ready to leave?"

"Yes. Bye Trister." She called to the dog sat in the hallway before closing the door.

Nadir smiled and greeted her as she climbed into the car, noticing that she was sitting a little stiffly, clutching her bag.

"Are you alright?" he asked her casually. She nodded and smiled.

"Yeah… just a bit worried. I've got to try on the wedding dress today."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. June's ingenious when it comes to clothes." Nadir said comfortingly. Christine snorted.

"Not convinced. I still think she went over the top with the Music of the Night costume."

"I don't think Mr Hodges was complaining." Nadir commented.

"Max, much as I adore him, is a pervert." Christine said calmly. Erik smirked and Nadir laughed.


"OK, go and put this on and then we'll do hair, make-up and get the veil on. I think it's going to look pretty good." June said cheerfully, handing the dress to Christine. As Christine undressed in the changing room she asked,

"June, who designed these costumes?"

"I did some, Mr Khan did some. But Mr Destler designed the wedding one."

Christine looked down at the dress she was about to get into and couldn't help smiling as she put it on.

"I suppose he designed the lace up corset and hook-and-eyes as well?"

"Yup, but I made it to look real without actually squeezing your intestines. I'd love to see you sing wearing a real one." June called. Christine laughed and said,

"It's no good; you're going to have to do me up." She opened the door and turned to let June lace the dress. She did so swiftly and sat her down in a chair without a mirror.

"Can't I see?"

"Nope. I want to get you all done up first. Then you can admire yourself to your heart's vain content." June said, reaching for a brush.

It took ten minutes and then June picked up the veil, attaching it to Christine's glorious head of curls.

"You have great hair." She commented.

"I wish it was straight. Everyone has straight hair at the moment." Christine said.

"No, it's lovely. Makes you look very distinguished." June commented, pinning the veil down She considered Christine for a moment, added a touch of lipstick and then grinned.

"We have a blushing bride."

Christine smiled and got to her feet, looking for a mirror. June wheeled one out of a cupboard and Christine stared at the reflection.

"Oh my god…"

"You've never looked better, honey." June said cheerfully. "Come on, everyone's waiting to see you. Hey, let's stand you next to the mannequin and have a spot the difference session!"

"I'm guessing I'm the one in the dress." Christine commented, heading for the door.


June appeared in the doorway and clapped her hands. The cast and dancers fell silent and they all turned towards the door.

"We've got wedding dress Christine!" There were some cheers, especially from Max. Erik got to his feet from the piano, heart pounding. Time seemed to slow down as the door opened and then… Christine walked in.

The white dress looked perfect on her. And since he had designed it with her in mind, this was good, Erik decided. What he hadn't counted on was exactly how beautiful she'd look. Her dark curls seemed even darker next to the pure white of the dress. The veil fell gracefully from the crown of her head and she was smiling as though it really were her wedding day. Erik realised he was gawping but couldn't move. Until Nadir cleared his throat and Erik hastily closed his gaping mouth, noticing with a little bitterness that Max had gone to talk to Christine.

"Wow, Christine. You look… wow." He said breathlessly. Christine smiled, blushing.

"Thanks Max. Hey… are we OK about yesterday?"

"I was going to make you feel guilty a bit longer but I don't think I can even move whilst you're wearing that dress." He laughed. Christine smiled even wider and noticed Erik and Nadir coming over. Nadir smiled.

"You look an absolute picture, Christine. Which is a compliment. I've been slapped for that one before." He said. Christine laughed and looked at Erik. He didn't seem to be blinking. Christine hesitated and then waved her hand in front of his face.

"Mr Destler? Anyone home?"

He snapped to attention and nodded. Nadir grinned and turned to talk with Max, leading him away so they were left alone.

"I can't believe you designed this. You are a man of many hidden talents." Christine smiled. Erik lifted an eyebrow.

"I've picked a few things up. But I think that most of the credit should go to June. She made it." He commented, adjusting the veil slightly. His fingers brushed against her cheek and she felt heat rising in her cheeks again.

"Now, if only you learnt how to ski you'd be perfect." She teased, commenting on what he'd said the day he had fixed up Trister. He smiled slightly.

"Maybe I should learn."

"Well, I can't judge, I can't ski either." She admitted with a smile. Erik smirked and said quietly,

"You are beautiful. Far more beautiful than that mannequin."

Her cheeks coloured a delightful pink and she seemed unable to speak, although she smiled helplessly.

"It's just the dress…" She stammered. But Erik lifted her face with a finger and said a solemnly quiet voice,

"No. The dress is just decoration. You are beautiful." And then he moved his hand from her face and turned to the cast and dancers, saying,

"Masquerade with no mistakes. Go."

Christine stared, open-mouthed after him. He had said she was beautiful. Not that she just looked beautiful. That she simply was beautiful.

Love. Definitely love.

Oh, bugger off. I hate it when you're right.

"Christine, let's get you out of that so you can get ready for Masquerade." June said, pulling her back to the costume room. Christine went but glanced back over her shoulder. Erik was looking at the stage but looked over and met her eyes. Christine felt herself blushing again as she went out.


When she returned to the hall, she found Tom waiting for her in their starting position. He smiled at her.

"Ready?"

"Yup. Oh, by the way, I was showing my friend the pictures in the newspaper and she wants to know if you're single."

"I am." Tom said.

"Yeah, I told her that." Christine smiled. Tom laughed.

"Is she cute?"

Christine dug in her pocket for her purse and opened it to the little section where you kept pictures. There was one of herself and Meg, laughing. She tapped the picture of the blonde girl and Tom whistled.

"Cute it is. What's her name?"

"Meg."

"Let me get this straight… you're Christine, you're best friend is called Meg and you're in Phantom of the Opera. If you've ever gone out with a guy called Raoul and I'm running."

"No, no Raouls. There was a Richard once but no Raoul." Christine assured him. He looked relieved.

"Good. That's a little creepy."

"Pure coincidence." Christine said, taking his arm as their cue came and they began their walk to the stage.


After rehearsals, Max turned to Christine.

"Want to come for coffee? My treat, to apologise for being such an arse yesterday."

"The apology, I accept. The coffee, I can't."

"Sure?" He asked. Christine nodded.

"Yeah. Sorry. I'll see you Monday."

"OK, bye." Max said, heading for the door.

Christine took a damp wipe out of her bag and a small mirror and started to take off the elaborate make-up June had put on her. She hadn't had time to do it before now, but she wouldn't want to wear it outside the theatre. She wiped the lipstick off, cleaned herself up and tossed the used wipe into a nearby bin.

Erik rounded the corner just then and smiled slightly.

"Too much make-up?"

"Just a tad. June goes so over the top."

"You need to in theatre. I've seen her designs for the Phantom's true face."

"Really? What's it going to look like?" Christine asked eagerly. Erik shook his head.

"No, I want to see the look on your face when you see it for the first time." Christine felt slightly disappointed but shrugged, slipping the mirror into her bag.

"Nadir and Dr Carter are going through some sound checks, so we might have to stay for a while. I hope that's not a problem."

"Oh, no, it's fine. I'm not in a rush." Christine said.

They were interrupted as Tom came out of the theatre. He grinned at them both.

"I'll see you on Monday."

"Oh, Tom, wait." Christine said, digging in her bag. She pulled out a piece of paper. "Just in case you're interested, that's Meg's mobile phone number. I'm sure she'd love to hear from you."

"I'll think about it." Tom laughed as he left.

"Playing matchmaker?" Erik asked as they went back to the stage. Christine smiled and put her back down.

"I think they'd get on very well." She said casually. "Meg is notorious for never being with a guy for more than three weeks and Tom's very much the same. Maybe they can tie each other down for a while. It'll certainly keep Meg, much as I love her, out of my hair."

"I expect so." Erik said vaguely.

His mind was racing and Christine glanced over at him.

"Are you alright? You seem a bit…"

"What?"

"I don't know. Distant?" she looked at him and he hesitated before saying,

"Could I ask something of you? A favour, if you will."

"Of course." She replied, putting things into her bag.

"Are you busy tonight?"

"Let's see… Friday... No, I'm not even going to pretend that I have anything resembling a social life. I'm free." She joked. Erik smiled slightly and then cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable.

"Are you sure you're alright? You look a little pale." Christine said, closing her bag and looking up at him.

Erik nodded quickly and said as calmly as he could,

"The reason I asked if you're free is because… do you know the Opera House, on the other side of the town?"

"I think so. Yes, I've seen it a few times. I've never been able to go in though. I remember Mum and Dad promising me for my twentieth birthday they'd take me to see an opera there." She said.

"There's a concert opening tonight to celebrate its reopening. It's been closed for refurbishment and I've been asked to attend."

Christine nodded.

"Yes, I read about that in the paper. It's a really big event. Some really famous people are going."

"Yes… well, several of my pieces are being performed and I was wondering if… if you'd care to go. As my guest." Erik said, trying to control his breathing.

Christine stared at him.

"Me? Really?"

"Yes, you." He smirked. Christine stared at him for a few moments and then her face broke into a smile.

"That would be amazing! Are you sure?"

"Of course. I've been given two tickets. I have a private box anyway." Erik said swiftly, trying not to look as if he were particularly bothered about her reply. Christine clasped her hands together.

"Oh my god, thank you!"

"I should warn you, it's evening wear, very high class. Even if I am a guest of honour, they make me wear a suit. Will you be able to find a dress in time?"

"I've probably got something at home. What time?" She asked eagerly.

"I'll pick you up at 7:30. Also, there may be a few photographers. It's quite a big event for the Opera House." He explained. Christine shrugged.

"Hey, if I get to go, it doesn't matter! What sort of music is it?"

"Classical, Opera. That sort of thing, with a few more modern pieces."

"Oh, this is a dream come true!" Christine squealed.

Erik smiled.

"I've never met anyone of your age who has such a love from classical music."

"Be honest, how many people do you know who are my age?" Christine asked. Erik smiled.

"Not many." He admitted. Christine smiled and said,

"Thank you so much, Erik. This is so generous of you."

Generous. Not a word usually equated with Erik Destler, he thought wryly. And this wasn't generosity. This was him wanting to be with her for more time than he had any right to. This was a ridiculous obsession getting out of control. He knew he shouldn't have asked her, but he couldn't resist. He wanted to be with her and this was a chance for him to show her his world, his music. If the Phantom could show Christine Daae the Music of the Night, surely he could show Christine Danes his own works?

Nadir emerged from office and said,

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go." Christine said, grabbing her bag. As they went out to the car, Christine started to wonder exactly why Erik had asked her. A thousand reasons flashed through her brain, most very hopeful. She knew that there were also a thousand reasons why she should have said no.

But she wasn't about to turn down an opportunity like this!


When they had dropped Christine off at her house, Nadir glanced at Erik.

"Did you ask her?"

"Yes. Not that it's any of your business." Erik said primly. Nadir smiled.

"And did she say yes?"

"Yes. And it's still none of your business."

Nadir lifted his eyebrows, burying his head in the newspaper.


"Meg, I've got an emergency." Christine said breathlessly down the phone, as she quickly ate dinner.

"An ice-cream emergency?"

"No. Erik Destler just asked me to go to a concert at the Opera House with him tonight and I don't know what to wear!"

"You've got a date!"

"No, it's not a date. He just knows that I like classical music and asked if I wanted to go along." Christine reasoned. Meg snorted.

"Sounds like a date to me. What sort of outfit?"

"Evening wear. It's a really big deal."

"Honey, I've got the perfect dress. I'll be right over!"


After ten anxious minutes, there was a knock at the door. Meg bustled in, carrying a bag.

"OK, this is your big chance to completely blow him away!"

"Meg, I'm going for the music. It's at the Opera House, and they're going to have an incredible line up of-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You deal with the music part; I'll get you ready for him." Meg said dismissively. She grabbed Christine's hand and dragged her upstairs.

Once in her bedroom, Meg whipped the dress out.

"What do you think of this?" she said. Christine's couldn't reply. The dress was a black sheath of satin with thin straps. It had a diagonally slanting hem, with one side ending at knee length, the other side carrying on to the floor. There was also a wrap, thin black material with tiny diamante studs on it, so it glittered elegantly.

"You've got those nice black shoes that go with it perfectly. Go and have a shower."

"OK. Oh, I gave Tom your number by the way."

"Tom?" Meg said absently, unpacking make up. Christine called from the bathroom,

"The guy from the paper. You thought he was cute."

"Oh, that guy! Do you think he'll call?"

"He said he'd think about it. I'll introduce you sometime." Christine said, turning the shower on.

Fifteen minutes later she emerged, hair freshly washed and cheeks pink. She wrapped her hair up in a towel and Meg helped her put the dress on. Then she sat Christine down and began to dry her hair.

"OK, straightening it never works and you look better with curly hair anyway." She said, massaging mousse into it. Christine watched as Meg applied various conditioners and sprays to her hair.

"What are you doing?" She asked, half-curious, half-concerned about the effect all those sprays were probably having on the ozone layer.

"Making you look gorgeous. Don't worry, I know exactly what I'm doing."

Christine began to worry a little more. But Meg was now plugging in a hair dryer and turned it on her curls, brushing and primping and twisting.

"Hair down or hair up?" she asked. Christine considered.

"I don't know…"

"Down, I think. You always look good with your hair down. God, I'd kill to have your skin!" She moaned, admiring the flawless skin. Christine smiled.

"Maybe, but you have fantastic hair."

"That, I can't deny. OK, now for make up." She sat down opposite Christine and as she applied the make up, she asked,

"So, how did he ask you?"

"Well, we were talking after the rehearsal and he asked if I was busy tonight, because he'd been invited to this special opening and wanted to know if I wanted to come. So I said yes."

"Is that it?" She seemed disappointed and scowled as Christine smiled. "Don't, you'll make me smudge it!"

She brushed on some mascara and reached for a very dark red lipstick.

"OK, so if this isn't a date, what is it?"

"It's him wanting to share his music with someone who he knows would appreciate it." Christine insisted. Meg glared at her and she hastily stopped so she could put on the lipstick. Once it was applied Meg started to apply some clear nail polish. Clear nail polish had always seemed like a mystery to Christine. What was the point? It wasn't like you could see it. But she didn't dare to mention this to Meg.

"A whole music class to choose from and he asks you?" Meg said cynically.

"Well, he knows me quite well, because we've been working on the show together."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Hmm. Well, what about the fact that he's been giving you lifts?"

"I like to get to the theatre early and he offered because he needs me there to practise anyway." Christine said. Meg looked up from her nails with an exactly-how-stupid-are-you look on her face.

"Christine, my darling friend, you've got to learn to start reading the signs."

"Meg, my darling friend, you've got to stop reading too much into the signs." Christine replied in a patronising tone.

Meg gave her a look before taking her other hand.

"So, is this a really big deal or something? I take it everyone is dressing up."

"Yeah, he said there might be photographers or something. I'm guessing it's big." Christine said vaguely. Meg gaped.

"Photographers? That's high class for a first date!"

"It's not a-"

"Yeah, whatever. OK, I've got to get hold of some of those photos!" Meg decided, blowing on the wet nail polish.

"Meg, can I ask you a huge favour?"

"Sure."

"Trister hasn't been for his walk yet. You've got a spare key, right?"

"I'll take him, don't worry. What time is Mr Hotness picking you?"

"Erik is picking me up at 7:30." Christine said.


Erik sat in the back of the limousine, tapping his fingernails anxiously against the seat. This was a mistake. He knew that it was. This could not go well. This way lay insanity.

But it was too late to turn back now. It was already 7:30 and they were pulling onto Christine's street. They came to a stop outside number 42 and Erik got out. He walked slowly up the front path to the door and knocked, feeling like an awkward teenager.

The door opened and he was greeted by a vivacious blonde girl, the same age as Christine. She smiled brightly.

"Erik Destler? She's just coming."

"Thank you. I assume you're Meg Grayson?"

"The one and only." Meg smiled, stepping back to let him in, taking the chance to check him out for the first time.

The scowling white mask that usually adorned his face had been replaced with a more formal looking black one, with a gold outline around the eye. He wore a smart suit, with a blood red shirt. Meg had to admit that she was highly impressed.

But Erik's attention was not on the cheerful blonde but the young woman who had just walked down the stairs. Once again his heart began to beat painfully in his chest, threatening to burst out at any moment.

Christine was dressed in a simple black dress, with a loose wrap going around her back and over her arms. Her curls fell simply down her back and seemed to shine more than usual and her skin seemed luminously pale, like a new moon against a pitch black sky. She wore simple make-up, a brush of dark eye shadow, mascara and her lips were stained deep wine red.

Erik had seen many different Christine's. Christine in that provocative Music of the Night outfit. Her pretty pink Masquerade dress. The beautiful, innocent Christine he had seen in the wedding dress only that morning. But this Christine was different… she seemed older, stunning, more exquisite than ever. Erik felt passion rise in his chest and knew that the only cure for this insanity would be to kiss her intensely.

But he didn't, of course. She smiled slightly.

"Do I look OK?"

"You look stunning." He managed to say. He held out a single red rose. "Christine always receives a red rose." He said, arching his eyebrow. Christine laughed slightly and took the rose.

"Thank you, Erik."

"Here." Meg said, taking the rose. She tucked it into Christine's hair, above the right ear and smiled. Christine turned to her.

"You've got the keys?"

"I've got everything. I'll take Trister, feed him and then I'll take him home with me so you can relax. Go, have fun!" She gave her a little push towards Erik.

Erik smirked and offered his arm. Christine took it and said goodbye to Meg who winked. They went outside. The sun was still quite high, as it was summer, but would be setting when they arrived at their destination. Christine's jaw dropped.

"A limousine? Are you serious?"

"Of course. Not as many toys as the other car, I'm afraid, but it'll get us where we're going." Erik said with a smile. Christine laughed as he held open the door for her.

"Come. Our public awaits." He said with a wry smile before climbing in.

A/N: I sense people are getting impatient for E/C moments. So this may lead to some. Or it may not. I'm not telling. Hee hee.

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