HeHe I'm like Erik... I have foreboding instincts... and they tell me that you guys are gonna HATE the ending to this chappie... yes, I think you will. Oh, well, it's necessary for the whole plot, so.. on with the chapter!

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Oh, and I wanted to caution my modest readers... This chapter has some sensuality in it... so yeah, get ready for some... if you don't want to read it, then skip to the ruler beneath it or something... yeah just wanted to caution you guys!

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"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime

Say the word and I will follow you..."

"Share each day with me,

each night, each morning"

"Say you love me."

"You know I do."

"Love me, that's all I ask of you..." Christine met Raoul's lips willingly as Erik watched from behind the statue of Apollo's Lyre. Erik's heart sank as the couple kissed. Every throb of his heartbeat renewed the deep emotional pain, until Erik could hardly bear it.

"Christine," he murmured in his sleep, and Jane awoke at the sound. When Erik mumbled the name a second time, Jane gave him a quizzical look, even though she knew he was asleep.

Who is this Christine? she wondered silently to herself. She listened as the word poured from Erik's mouth again, and it only puzzled her more. His tone was wistful, full of longing, and hurt. Who was Christine? What had she done to evoke such feelings in Erik?

Jane rested her face on Erik's chest, and her movement, however slight, woke him up. It took a few seconds for his eyes to open, but they eventually did. Jane felt as thought she could drown in the depth of those cerulean green orbs that she adored so much.

"Good... morning, Erik?" Jane looked at the clock. "Oh, yes. It is morning. Very well, then. Good morning." Erik laughed, and his chest vibrated slightly with the sound. Jane smiled and closed her eyes so that she could feel the gentle quiver better.

"Lose track of time, mon ange?" Jane could hear the teasing tone in his voice.

"We were asleep!" she defended playfully, "I can't watch the clock when I'm sleeping." Erik chuckled, then leaned over and met her shoulder with his lips. She held him there, savoring the feeling of his mouth on her skin. It was a long time before either of them moved.

"So, Jane... how do you feel?" Erik asked. Jane looked him in the eyes, and her own told him that she was well.

"Wonderful, my love," she confirmed, a smile slowly spreading across her face, "Definitely well enough to return home." Erik grinned, and he got up. He put on his coat and cloak, and Jane stood and began to stretch. Suddenly, Erik scooped her into his arms.

He had already opened the mirror, so Erik carried Jane down the passage. Before they got too far, he turned and let Jane slide the mirror shut. The young woman rested her cheek against Erik's muscular chest and listened to his heart beating in her ear.

When at last they reached the boat, Erik set Jane inside. A split second later, an intense feeling of foreboding spread through him. Erik took a surprised step back, and Jane looked at him curiously.

"Are you alright, my love?" she questioned, her eyes wide with concern, "Are you sick?"

Erik glanced at her and shook his head. "No, mon ange. I'm not sick. I'm fine. Don't worry about me." He gave Jane a comforting smile, then he stepped into the boat and began to pole away from the dock.

Jane was glad to be returning home. Even thought it had only been a couple days, it felt like it had been forever since Jane had last been home.

A quiet whisper broke the silence, and Jane turned her head to look back at Erik. He was singing softly in his heavenly voice.

"Past the point of no return,

The final threshold

What warm unspoken secrets will we learn?

Beyond the point of no return..."

"You have brought me to that moment when words run dry

To that moment when speech disappears into silence,

Silence..." Jane sang without missing a beat, smiling at Erik. He poled the boat as fast as he could, and they reached the small shore of their home just as the climax of the song began. Erik helped Jane out of the boat, and still they sang.

"Past the point of no return

The final threshold

The bridge is crossed

So stand and watch it burn

We've passed the point of no return..." Their duet was flawless, full of passion and soul. Erik moved toward Jane and pressed his lips to the soft skin of her neck. Jane moaned softly, holding him against her so that he couldn't move, even if he had wanted to. Which he didn't.

"Erik, please..." Jane whispered, her voice hoarse but still beautiful to Erik's ears. She unbuttoned his silky white shirt (the coat and cloak had already been taken off), and kissed his muscular chest passionately.

"Yes? What do you want, Jane?" Erik asked curiously. He was no fool; he knew what she wanted, but he needed to hear her say it. Jane was aware of this, but she didn't mind. It was all part of the glorious game of seduction that they played.

Erik found himself almost drunk on the urges of his body, and he pressed Jane against the wall again, with his whole body this time. He prodded and poked with his tongue, enjoying the way Jane wriggled restlessly in his grasp.

"I want... I want..." Jane couldn't finish her sentence. She reached up and curled her fingers around Erik's mask, then pulled it away from his face. Her chest began to rise and fall dramatically as she pressed desperate kisses to his cheek, one after another. A low growl of pleasure escaped Erik's lips as his fingers danced over every inch of Jane's body.

"What do you want, Jane? Tell me," he commanded, his voice considerably more firm, yet still seductive. Jane moaned as his hand traveled to the inside of her left thigh, and she laid her head on his shoulder.

"I want... you," she breathed at last. Erik grinned devilishly and picked her up bridal style. He carried her into her room and put her down right beside the bed, standing up. With slow, deep breath, he put his arms around her and began to untie the strings keeping her dress on her body. When the last one was undone, he pushed the material off her shoulders and began to tease her skin with his lips.

"Oh, Erik," Jane moaned as her dress fell to the floor. She stepped free of it's dark blue material as Erik picked her up and lay her on the bed. She guided his hand as it removed her chemise, and she felt her breath catch in her chest at the sensation of his fingers stroking her skin.

Gently and slowly, Erik pressed himself to her. He had somehow taken off and disposed of his clothes, and Jane gasped as a small, short wave of pain ran through her. Erik froze for a second, but she held the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers.

"Don't stop," she whispered before she kissed him. Erik hesitated, but the desires of his body were too much to ignore. He resumed his motion, and Jane gritted her teeth and conquered the pain, which wasn't as bad as she remembered.

The real pain, she decided, is that this has to come to an end...

"... God, Jane... I love you... so much! ...You... are the only person... in my life... to ever love me..." Erik panted in Jane's ear. Jane smiled and looked into his eyes, and saw that he was staring straight into hers. Erik's heart raced, and his body grew incredibly warm, but he did not stop. He took in the beauty of Jane's body, sliding his fingers over every curve and grinning in amazement. How could one person be so beautiful?

There must be a Heaven, then, Erik thought, Because God has sent this Angel to save me from my solitude...

A/N: Just so you guys don't get confuzzled... We are jumping two months into the future here! Two months into the future! Ok, let's go on...

Two months later, Erik awoke to the unfamiliar sound of Jane vomiting. He was out of bed in a flash, and by her side as she bent over a small chamber pot. This was new to Erik, who had neither thrown up in his entire life, nor seen anyone do it. He had heard stagehands vomit before, particularly the ones who drank a lot, but the disgusting sound had always warned him not to take a peek at the unfortunate person.

"Oh, Jane," he consoled, hesitantly rubbing her back, "Jane, are you sick? Are you alright?"

Jane opened her mouth to answer, but she suddenly bowed her head over the pot and heaved again. Erik grimaced and turned his head away, not wanting to see the contents of Jane's stomach again.

"I'm... fine, my love," Jane managed to answer at last, "I'm... not sick. I'm fine..." She straightened up, and Erik helped to support her. He led her to the bed and slid in beside her when she was settled. One of his arms traveled around her waist, and he pulled her close to him.

Jane tried to act as though nothing was wrong, but inside she was getting worried, and extremely scared. She knew why she was getting morning sickness. The baby. Jane was beginning to get scared. She hadn't yet told Erik about the child, but Erik would realize that something serious was going on soon. Her stomach would start to swell, and Erik would figure it out. What would she do then? She couldn't hide her child from him forever.

Erik could feel how shaky Jane was, for her small form shook slightly in his embrace. Erik pulled Jane's body closer to his, trying to stop her trembling. He didn't know why she was throwing up, but he wanted to do something to comfort her. One option came to his mind, and he took it.

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses...

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor...

Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender...

Turn your face away from the garish light of day,

Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light...

And listen to the Music of the Night..." he sang in her ear. She sighed and leaned against him, her eyes closed peacefully. Jane smiled as Erik buried his face in her dark hair, and she slowly drifted off to sleep.

When he was sure that Jane was no longer awake, Erik got up from the bed. He walked out of the room and sat down at the organ, his mind spinning.

Why was Jane throwing up? he wondered. She had told him that she was fine, yet Erik wasn't so sure. Why else would she have been vomiting?

"Jane, what could be wrong with you?" he asked, though he knew that Jane couldn't hear him, sine she was still in her room. To keep himself from going crazy worrying about her, Erik began to play his organ. The time, though, it was a song that he knew very well. If he concentrated hard enough, he could almost hear the voice of Christine Daae.

"In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me

And speaks my name..." Erik sighed. Why on earth was he thinking of Christine at a time like this? Was it because Jane reminded him so much of her?

No, because Jane isn't Christine, Erik thought, She is just... Jane. And I love her. How could I have ever loved Christine, when she looked upon my face in fear? Jane looked upon my face with love, and compassion. She is the real angel in my life...

"Oh, Jane, I love you," Erik whispered. He stopped playing for a second, then began to make up his own song on the spur of the moment.

Anyone listening to the melody would have probably felt extremely confused, for the song had no real tune. It was a rising crescendo of notes, and any one that came to Erik's mind was instantly played, so that it was not really a song, either... and yet, in some strange way, it was.

Jane awoke as the music began to get louder. She listened to the melody for a while, the sound flooding her mind. It was pitch black in her room, as Erik had blown out all of her candles before he left.

Suddenly, Jane heard her door open with a soft creak. She sat up, hoping to find Erik in the darkness.

"Erik, are you there, love?" she asked quietly. She could barely make out the figure of a man in the shadows of her room. Instinctively wary, Jane whispered Erik's name again.

The figure did not answer her, but instead covered her mouth with a rag soaked in a drug that Jane was now all too familiar with. Before she fainted away, she felt her captor run two dingers slowly through her hair...

Erik paused when he heard a small click echo throughout his lair. He listened intently for another sound, and thought he could hear the soft rustle of silk against velvet.

Jane must be getting up, he decided, and he resumed his playing, expecting Jane to soon appear. He hoped that she would be feeling well. His song grew softer and softer as minutes went by and Jane hadn't come.

Erik felt a sudden worry tear at his heart, fiercer than ever before. Something was wrong, and he knew it. He couldn't figure out what it was, but something was not right.

"Jane?" Erik called, hoping against hope that she would answer. Silence was all that could be heard, save for the pounding of Erik's heartbeat in his ears.

"Jane, answer me!" he shouted, standing up from the bench. The absence of noise only increased Erik's anxiety. He hurried down the hallway to Jane's room, and threw open the door. Erik's eyes scanned the dark room for Jane, but she wasn't there. Almost instantly, Erik knew what had happened, as hard as it was to believe.

Jane had been kidnapped again.

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