A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the first part of Chapter 14. Here's the second. I'd love to hear the feedback. Keep it coming. Enjoy!

Chapter 14 – Don Juan Triumphant? Part II

He refused to make this anything like he did with Christine. Although he knew she was watching, Erik focused on Angelina. He wanted this to be "theirs" until his new opera was written. He wanted to make a mark on society like never before. He would do it! This was his night!

"Past the point of no return – no backward glances: our games of make-believe are at an end…"

He slowly began toward her as she looked at him with curious eyes. He had to smile. Angelina still had no idea it was him.

"Past all thought of 'if' or 'when' – no use resisting: abandon thought and let the dream descend…"

Was he ready for this? Could he truly try to seduce another woman after Christine? His mind screamed 'no' while his heart said 'yes'. Breathe, Erik, breathe!

Angelina watched the figure creep closer and closer to her. The sensations of that morning continued to rise. She refused to believe it was Erik. He had not shown his face the entire time she had been in the company. Why would he now?

Without second thought, the figure lunged at her, securing her in his embrace. His hands slowly roamed her stomach and rib cage. All thoughts she had left her mind.

"What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies…"

He slowly turned her, continuing to run his hands over her sides. As he slowly slid away from her, her breathing began to rise. My God, could it he be him! Or has something been released inside of me that cannot be stopped?

His hand slowly left her body as he looked at her – seductively. She stood there, mesmerized by him. The touch left a tingling sensation all over her body. She longed to keep his touch but knew she had to stay in character.

Erik watched her eyes glaze over. He hoped he released the part of her that needed to be. Doubts filled his mind. Will she be able to do this next part? Please, tell me she will.

"…before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold – what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn…"

He watched her, carefully. Right on cue, he turned from her but keep his gaze on her. Take it! Take the opportunity!

"…beyond the point of no return…"

Angelina watched as the figure took a few more steps away from her and turned his entire body from her. His eyes still met hers, piercing through her. This was it. This was her moment. It's now or never.

"You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence…"

The memories were coming back to her like a tidal wave. Christine sat there as she watched Angelina be seduced by the same man who tried to force her to marry him.

She heard Raoul somewhere in the distance, even though he was sitting next to. Her thoughts were all jumbled. Only one could be processed: I need to save Angelina.

Turning her own body away from him, Angelina faced the audience and broke the gaze. She looked out, not really seeing anyone and only feeling the presence beside her.

"I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why…In my mind…"

It hit her like a lightning bolt. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. It was Erik. It has to be. No one could send her mind screaming like that. He had captured her – sending her reeling from reality. She quickly regained her composure but keeping her eyes closed, thinking of the verse she was singing.

"…I've already imagined our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent…"

She turned to the figure and looked at him, finally becoming Aminta. Her gaze became seductive in a heartbeat, as if her soul had finally found what it had been searching for.

"Now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided…"

Erik saw a flash of something in her eyes. The gaze said it all. She's become Aminta. He watched as Angelina slowly began toward the stairs. Mimicking her every move, Erik began up his own set, watching her as she continued to look at him with a whole different outlook on life.

"Past the point of no return – no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun…"

She watched Erik climb his own side of the stairs up to the catwalk above. Her heart began to race – her senses truly coming alive for the first time.

"Past all thought of right or wrong – one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one…?"

Erik stopped just before he reached the top. She stopped with him, mimicking his move.

"When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bug burst into bloom?"

He began walking again, finally regaining feeling in his legs. Remembering the night when he was with Christine, Erik remembered their song and dance – the same as right now.

Erik reached the top of the staircase just as Angelina did. He stood tall and looked at Angelina with her new found freedom. She was first to take the step forward and begin toward him. The pause wasn't long but his legs moved like lead. It was as if everything was happening in slow-motion.

"When will the flames at last consume us…?"

Angelina had never heard such a union of voices. Her soul sung once Erik's voice had joined with hers. She would never feel anything like that again in her entire lifetime.

They continued toward each other, as if a magnet had been attached to them both. Sensuality, passion, and seduction hung heavy over the catwalk. Angelina would have never known if there was anyone else sitting there and watching them. All she saw was Erik and that's all that mattered.

"Past the point of no return, the final threshold…"

They finally reached each other. For the first time, she grasped him by the waist with her tiny hands. She had no idea how big of a figure he was until she truly touched him. Every emotion flooded her in that moment as Erik's hands quickly went to her waist. She watched him as his hands slowly began to follow her rib cage but he quickly broke the hold…

Just when he thought it was all right, it was all wrong. He needed to hold Angelina differently. This part wouldn't be right if she faced him. He noticed the look of disappointment in her eyes before he turned her and took her hands and entwined them with his.

He slowly placed them on her stomach and began to rub his and her hands on her body. There was more then just touch of hands on her body. He felt her soul.

"…the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn…"

He let go of her hands and brought his hands to the sensitive spot right above her collar bone. Watching her eyes close, he began to slowly caress her neck as she leaned back against him – spent.

"We've passed the point of no return…"

The orchestra began to complete the song as the lights began to dim and the curtains close. He continued to hold her close, while he still had her in his "trance". He didn't care if this part belonged to Christine. He needed to let her know how he felt – even if he wasn't sure himself.

She stood there, still leaning against him. She heard the curtains close and the orchestra stop but still heard music in her head. It filled her – consumed her. It surrounded her and made her feel alive. Then she heard him. He began to sing to her…

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime…Lead me, save me from my solitude…Say you want me with you here beside you…"

Her eyes slowly began to open and the part of her soul that was missing was found. Those words had touched her more then he could have possibly imagined. She turned to him…

She looked at him with those angelic eyes. At this moment, he didn't care if she ripped off the mask. No one could see him or hear him except her. It was their moment.

"Anywhere you go, let me go too!"

"Phantom, please…you need to go."

Angelina continued to look at him, not even hearing the voice of Rene below. Erik slowly put a hand to her face and looked at her.

"Passion is within you. Embrace it."

He slowly began to back away from her and into the shadows.

"I'll be watching."

He disappeared from her sight and she became lost without his touch.