A/N Yay more for Lotte!

Chapter Nine: Don Juan and What Happened After

Lotte watched nervously as Christine sang the part that should have been her's. Christine didn't understand the magnitude of the role she was playing. Aminta was the only girl Don Juan would love, and though she knew the story had originated for Erik to be Don Juan and Christine to be Aminta, she also knew that now that role was rightfully hers. She thought back on the past few weeks. She knew that Erik loved her, she could see it in those fathomless blue eyes. He loved Sabriel as daughter now too. How could he not, she thought. She remembered the graveyard incident, Christine and Raoul had been talking about it none stop. Erik must be after revenge, it was the only thing she could think of that would cause him to do these things, after all, that night after the Masked Ball he had confessed to her that he too, thought Christine was a silly child. Lotte sighed, she knew this plan that the Vicomte had thought of was foolish and would not work. She had tried to tell him, but he had called her a foolish little girl and then ignored. Christine must have told him about the 'fop' incident. Lotte smiled, this only proved that he was an idiot.

Lotte looked down at what she was wearing and smiled, a costume exactly like Christine's, it was part of her plan, she knew Erik would come and play his role and she would play hers. She had it all worked out.

"Passarino, faithful friend, once again recite the plan." It was time to begin.

"Christine," she whispered. Christine turned, shock registering on her face as she noticed what Lotte was wearing.

"Listen, I know what is going to happen, he going to take Piangi's place now, and then he will take you. Let me, take your place now and you the Vicomte can escape. I'm sorry about the other night, "I am such a liar, she thought, but she continued. "Please Christine, I love him, let me go on in your place." Christine stared at her blankly for a moment and then nodded thankfully. Lotte smiled as she watched Christine run off to find her foppish lover.

Lotte turned and walked onto the stage.

"No thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy. No dreams within her heart , but dreams of love." She'd never sung better, than that moment, it was all because of Erik's teachings.

"Passarino,"

"Master,"

"Go away, for the trap is set and waits for it's prey." Lotte had to keep herself from smiling, no one had realized that the two parts were not being sung by the original actors. Not even those fool managers. She looked around for Raoul, but he was nowhere sight. Good, she thought.

"You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish which 'til now has been silent….silent." Lotte turned to look at Erik, god the man was sexy. He raised an eyebrow at her, he knew she wasn't Christine. Lotte closed her eyes as he continued. "I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge in your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me. Now you are here with me, no second thoughts you've decided….decided. Past the point of no return, no backward glances. Our games of make believe are at an end. Past the point of if or when, no use resisting. Abandon thought and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks the door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold. What warm unspoken secrets will we learn, beyond the point of no return?" Lotte smiled and then opened her eyes. It was her turn.

"You have brought me, to that moment when words run dry, to that moment when speech disappears into silence….silence. I have come here hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenseless and silent. Now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I've decided, decided." Lotte nodded, to let Erik know that this was, in fact, true. "Past the point of no return, no going back now. Our passion play has now at last begun. Past the thought of right or wrong, one final question: how long should we to wait before were one? When will the blood began to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom, When will the flames at last consume us?" They had now reached the top of the scaffolding and it was time for the duet. Lotte smiled, now she would feel Erik's touch the same way Christine had that night after Hannibal.

"Past the point of no return, the final threshold. The bridge is crossed do stand and watch it burn. We've past the point of no return." Lotte smiled and wondered if his touch at felt this could to Christine, probably not. She turned, smiling, to face Erik, who was also smiling. She put her hand on his face.

"Say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime. Lead me save me from my solitude. Share each day with me, each night each morning. Anywhere you go, let me go to…." Lotte smiled this wasn't part of the opera. "Lotte, that's all I ask of you!" Lotte smiled, tears in her eyes. She threw her arms around Erik's neck.

"Erik, my love," she whispered I his ear, "is that a proposal?" He laughed and picked her up, cradling her to his chest. Which was part of the opera, but then he cut the cables, which wasn't. As they fell, Lotte saw that the Chandelier did also.

Erik smiled down at the girl he held in his arms, the girl he would marry. He laughed at what she was saying.

"I cannot believe those fools did not realize that we took their places."

""Well, my love, I am positive that they know now." She smiled and then kissed him. Then she looked up at him and frowned.

"I thought I asked you not to wear one of these around me." She said sternly, as she removed the mask from his face. He smiled at her.

Lotte was smiling up at Erik as he carried her down to his lair. It was then she remembered.

"Oh my god…." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"What?" Erik's face showed only concern.

"Sabriel," she moaned. "I forgot about Sabriel."

"Well, while you are changing I will go get her." Erik set her down, they were almost to the lake.

"Changing?"

"Well, you aren't planning to wear that to our wedding are you?" As he asked her this he pulled a ring from his pocket.

"Erik! Oh my god! That was a proposal!" He laughed.

"Yes it was my love."

"Oh, Erik." She sighed, taking the ring from him.

"So what is your answer, darling?"

"Yes, Erik, my answer is yes." She smiled, looking into his eyes as he took the ring back from her and placed it on her finger. She threw her arms around him and before she knew what was happening Erik had pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss. "So you're not mad at me for taking Christine's place?" She asked, once they had finally pulled apart. He laughed.

"No my dear." He kissed her forehead. "I had my revenge, I scared them near to death, besides, if I had gone through with that I might have lost you, I knew that you would take her place, Sabriel told me." Lotte smiled.

A few minutes later, they had crossed the lake and Lotte was changing into the dress Erik had original designed for Christine. She didn't mind it was a beautiful dress. She wondered where they would be married at. They would probably find someplace on there way out of Paris

Ten minutes later Erik had returned carrying Sabriel, and then bag to quickly pack what ever they could.

"Don't worry about your clothes, dear," Erik was saying, "I shall by some new ones for both you and Sabriel. Now, we must hurry, do not forget that there is mob headed down here. I cannot believe Madame Giry has betrayed me like this. " He sighed. "Oh well, what is done is done."

Lotte followed him carrying a bag with his clothing and a bag with various other things. "Part of me hates to leave this behind, it's been my home for so long." He sighed wistfully. "Yet it is also a prison and part of me shall not miss it at all." He pulled the cover off one of his mirrors and grabbed a heavy brass candleholder. "Back up dear, I don't want you or Sabriel to get hurt." Lotte did as he said and grabbed Sabriel's hand as she did so. She watched as he smashed the beautiful mirror.

"Erik…." Her protests died on her throat as the mirror shattered and she saw their escape before them.

"Come, my bride. Our future awaits." He smiled at Lotte and a warm happiness settled over her as she took his hand.

A/N Okay, I think that holds the record as my longest chapter. Yay! So I hope you enjoyed it and guess what, even though I could end the story here, I'm not going to! Ha-ha! Just a hint my next chapter is going to be called "The Wedding", Yay! And there's more after that! So please review and I shall continue!