A/N: This chapter seems like it might start to get 'dirty', but it won't I promise! I am a big fan of romance, but not of filth, you will never find that in my writing. I hope you like this chapter!

Chapter 4: What's in a name?

"Oh, Master! You would really do that for me, every day!" He couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm to him being her voice tutor. He had always longed to share his music with the world, and now...Well, he thought it to be ironic that in addition to him being her angel, she was his. He longed to tell her this, but decided not to.

"Of course, my sweet. It would be an honor. Meet me every night here, an hour before supper. You must commit to me, if I am to commit to you."

"Oh yes, of course!" Could this truly be? 'He may be a man, but he is my angel.'

"Mademoiselle, it will be an unparalleled delight, all the time I am to spend with you." Christine felt her cheeks grow hot, a reaction that she found herself feeling far too often around the Phantom, but still her mouth cracked into a smile as she responded.

"And I, you, my wonderful angel." 'What could this be that I am feeling?' After a few more minutes of conversation, the Phantom released her to supper.

"You shan't be late, my dear."

After supper, Christine did not return to her own room, but to her good friend's.

"Meg, what do you know about...love?" The petite 14-year-old let out a small giggle as she brushed her hair.

"What do you want to know about love, Christine?" Meg was a year younger, but Christine was undoubtedly more naive, especially in areas such as this. She pushed a dark curl that had fallen in her face back with the rest of her hair.

"Well I mean, I don't know if love," she began. Love seemed awfully daunting and mature for Christine's youth, but she couldn't help but think of the one who seemed a synonym of the word to her. "I mean, what does one do if one finds oneself fond of someone, in a way that makes them think of romance, what is one to do about it?" Meg abruptly put her brush down and turned to face Christine who was watching the floor, red cheeked, while Meg wore a mischievous grin upon her face.

"Who are you fond of in such a way, Miss Daae?" Meg asked, wide-eyed. Christine felt her blush deepen, and hoped that Meg hadn't noticed, which of course, she had.

"No one, Meg! Oh really! I was simply wondering." Christine tried to act surprised at Meg's question, but knew it was useless.

"Sure." The blonde said smiling and sarcastic, as she turned back to face her mirror and continued to work the tangles from her hair. "Well, I suppose one should wait for her gentleman friend to make his affections known first, if they exist. I'm sure that I would hint for him though, in a way that wouldn't be improper, if I were this hypothetical, non-existent girl that you speak of." She smirked at her own sarcasm, and Christine smiled weakly before changing the subject.

"Are you fond on anyone in such a way, Meg?"

"Not really, honestly. There are many handsome men that come in and out of here to watch performances, but there are no performers or stage-hands or anything of the sort in which I feel any emotion toward." Christine smiled. She and Meg didn't often speak of such things, but Meg seemed so comfortable, whereas Christine couldn't stop blushing furiously throughout the entire conversation. Such things seemed so improper to her. They continued to converse for a few more minutes, before Christine returned to her dressing room.

The Phantom sat at his organ, trying to concentrate on writing music, but his thoughts were being entertained by something - someone - far more glorious than any music he could hope to compose. He felt like he shouldn't feel for Christine in the way that he did. He wanted to protect her not hurt her, and to see this repulsive carcass: her angel whom she thought and expected to be beautiful, well, he was sure that would only hurt her. Though no matter how hard her tried, he could not pull his thoughts away from her, he could not help his longing to hold her again.

He realized how late it was becoming, and began to make his way down to Christine's mirror, to speak to her before she slept, and he knew, as she always requested, to sing to her. It had been that way for years, and neither of them grew tired of it.

Christine sat on her bed, thinking of the one whom she knew would arrive shortly. "Mon Ange de Musique," she whispered. Why was she feeling this way about him? She felt surges of joy when he was near, even if it was just his voice. She felt dissapointment when they parted, and she felt confusion about it all. 'How can this one man make me feel all of these things. My goodness, I've never even seen his face!'

The young girl put her pounding head in her hands and began to cry. It was just too much. Why should she feel all these things for him, when all she knew of him was a voice, and a few minutes of being in his arms, in complete darkness. 'And,' she thought, 'complete bliss,' but the tears continued.

A tug of excitement pulled at the Phantom as he turned down the narrow hallway that led to Christine's mirror, which soon turned to sadness and worry as he watched his beloved with her head in her hands, managing shuddering breaths through her tears. He immediately felt rage at whatever was causing her tears, and wanted to end whatever it was that was making her sad. How was he to know that he was the cause of her tears?

"Christine, angel, why are you upset?" Christine immediately felt that surge of mixed emotions, which should have made her tears worse, and although they still fell, her breathing grew calm and natural again. How could he do all these different things to her with just a voice? And what was she to tell him?

"I - I don't know," she lied, uncomfortably.

"Is there anything that I can do to help?" Christine knew that she longed for him to hold her, to ease her pain, but how could she ask that of him? She tried to ask him to, but really, for him to be the one to make the motion.

"Oh, I - I just...wish you were here."

"My darling, I am always here with you."

"But I mean right here, close to me. Like...like last night." She bit her lip fearing, that she had gone to far. Last night, he was simply helping her, because she was injured! She was sure that he thought her to be an immature little girl, when with a flicker, all the candles in her room went out, and a stunning darkness surrounded her. She sat quietly in the blackness for a few moments, wondering where he was, fearing that he had left, when suddenly she felt a warm hand surround hers. She was happy this time that he wasn't wearing gloves. She liked the feeling of the skin of his hand on hers, feeling his blood pulsing through his veins at a quicker rate than she knew. Then she felt the bed sink slightly next to her. There he was. Ever dream she had ever had, every emotion she had ever felt, everything that she felt she ever needed, was sitting on the bed next to her. He stroked her hand a few times before bringing it up around her shoulder, and pulling her close to him. He smiled as he felt her shiver, and bury her head in his muscular chest as he brought his other arm around her. He wondered how she fit so perfectly in his arms, like a puzzle piece that had gone missing, and he was sure that from this point out, he would never feel complete without her in his arms, where she belonged. Christine melted in his embrace, and she adored the feeling of is heart beating against her mind. He began to stroke her hair, and heard her let out a sigh: peace, contentment, pleasure.

"Please," Christine began in a whisper, in such a way that the Phantom knew that whatever she asked of him, he could not deny her. "Tell me your name." He leaned down and buried his face in her hair and whispered against her ear, provoking her to shiver.

"Erik."

A/N: I liked writing this chapter. :-) Thank you SO MUCH to Llita1957, Nadiil, and Phantomfan1911 for your reviews, they are so helpful! Phantomfan1911, about the update speed, I'll try! As of now, I am so into writing this story, I have plenty a couple chapters uploaded at a time, and more written out by hand, but I like to keep it to one a day. :-)

Also, sorry if this chapter is shortish, I wanted to end it where I did on purpose. More coming soon!