A/N: I actually had alot of time on my hands this week so I updated this like damn fast.

Disclaimer: Oh well, if I owned the -- (ALW suddenly knocks on the window and how he got here is unexplainable so don't ask) Okay nevermind. If I didn't own the POTO, some guy wouldn't be out there would he now? (raises eyebrows) Now where is my pepper spray...

The Angel of Music

"Angel…?" Christine whispered dryly.

Erik bent over to Christine until their faces were just inches away from each other.

Erik studied her face and saw the pain in her hazel eyes.

Christine glanced at her Angel and felt tears starting to form again in her eyes so she quickly looked away.

"Come now, Christine. Crying is nothing to be shamed of…" Erik sighed, gently turning her face back towards him.

Christine sniffed, "But why I am crying is the shameful thing…"

Erik laughed, "No, no, no…My Angel, that is where you are wrong…It is not your fault."

"Then why does it feel so? I was so gullible to believe that Raoul loved me. Turns out that he actually only loved me only because I could sing and became famous in Paris…You were right, what if Madame Giry didn't speak of me to the directors? What if --"

Erik silenced her by gently placing his finger of her cold and dry lips.

"Hush now…" Erik whispered and he sat next to her.

He threw his long black cloak around her but having to do this, he had to put his arms around her.

And so he did.

Christine shivered as she felt her Angel's strong arms around her. At first, she thought it was because she was still afraid of him. Then she thought it was because she was cold. When she shivered again slightly, she realized that it was of comfort with him near her.

As the snow fell around them, her Angel's arms around her with his watchful eye for any disturbances, Christine began to think again. Her Angel had nurtured her since young and taught her how to sing, listened to her problems and was always there for her whenever she needed him. Strict yes, but who wouldn't?

All this while her Angel was with her but when Raoul came back as the Opera House's patron, she just couldn't help herself. It was a dream come true to meet her childhood friend. One thing led to another and she just fell in love with Raoul all over again.

Although the time before Il Muto's production was about to begin, she had managed to glimpse at the right side of her Angel's face which he always concealed with a mask.

Christine shuddered remembering the distortedness of it. She hadn't been able to see the whole thing but she could make out the scary features the mask was hiding.

Yet, on the left side, her Angel was so handsome that sometimes she felt Raoul could not even match up to it.

Christine suddenly realized, "Raoul! Angel, what happened to him…after I left?"

Erik pushed back her hair softly and said, "After you left, Raoul chased after you but so far, he hasn't found you. Has he? I don't see him…"

Christine giggled at her Angel's sarcasm.

"And…How did you find me?" Christine asked.

"I followed your footsteps…" Erik shrugged.

"Angel…?"

"Hmm…?"

"I'm sorry…I know I have betrayed your trust and I want you to know that from now on, I won't be so easily deceived anymore. Not by Raoul…Not by Madame Giry or Meg or anyone. And…that includes you because the pain I feel when…"

Erik kissed Christine on the lips softly to shut her up.

Then he rested his forehead on hers and whispered, "I would never deceive you…My beautiful Christine…"

Then, Erik finally deepen his kiss for Christine and he did it so wonderfully that Christine came gasping for air when the kiss ended.

Christine touched Erik's cheek softly. She had her own lust for his kiss again. For sure, they couldn't compare to Raoul's. Raoul could never have given Christine such passionate yet gentle kisses her mentor had given her.

Then, Christine wrapped her arms around Erik and she leaned over to return her own kiss to him. In Christine's mind, she felt all her past events flood through her mind and now with her Angel here alone with her, she felt tears coming to her eyes.

Erik felt the warm tears that were falling from Christine's cold face and he stroked Christine's soft curls. Both of them wished that kiss would last forever…

When they parted, Christine felt warm sensations tingling all over her. She rested her head on Erik's shoulder.

"Angel…I love you…" Christine whispered into his cloak.

Erik felt a small smile creeping upon his face. Then, he felt a different feeling. His Christine had chosen him and she had said she loved him. But why did he feel that it was the wrong choice? Even if he and Christine were together, surely that Vicomte will have something to say about that. Perhaps he would call the police. But no one but Christine and Madame Giry knew that he had a lair underneath the Opera House.

Madame Giry was the Vicomte's only way of finding him and Christine after this. He and Christine alone out here together was something too good to last. Yet, what harm would it bring if they just stayed here a little longer?

No one was going to disturb them now.

Then, Erik decided to go drive the carriage back here. He and Christine couldn't stay out in the cold for too long.

Erik sighed, some things really cannot last.

Suddenly, Erik heard something that only he could hear.

"Christine, hush. Wait here…" and in a flash, Erik disappeared.

Christine looked confused. She felt remarkably cold since Erik's warm embrace wasn't here to hold her anymore.

"Christine! There you are!" a familiar irritating voice yelled suddenly.

Erik who was hiding behind one of the tall sculptured angels thought bitterly, "Too good to last indeed…"

A/N: Why HE had to interrupt is such a tragedy isn't it? Oh well...Till next update! (shakes fist at Raoul)