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The Phantom's Opera

Erik and Christine quietly slipped back into her dressing room where Erik could open Christine mirror to reveal the passageway where they could return to the lair.

Before Christine went inside, she spotted something red that caught her eye.

"Wait, Angel!" Christine said and she went over to her dresser to see it.

She gasped as she held up a red rose with a black ribbon tied around it. The memory of her trying to forget all about her Angel the night on the rooftop with Raoul flooded her mind. She had thrown away the rose when Raoul sung to her for the first time.

Erik peeked out of the mirror and saw the rose. He felt his heart itched a little when he remembered the same thing. Then, the horrible vision of Christine kissing that moron kept replaying.

Christine turned to look at Erik who had an expression that was unreadable.

"Oh Angel…I am truly sorry…" Christine whispered.

Erik decided to ask a question, "Christine, do you want to come with me or do you want to stay here…?"

Christine thought of it. If she went with her Angel, that would be heaven with just both of them alone. She had so much to ask and talk about to him.

Yet, if she stayed, there won't be so much suspicion flying about. And, she had to stay on guard for the return of the Opera House's wonderful patron.

"Angel, I cannot…Raoul will return and I have to be here when he does. I have to defend both you and me. It is for the best…" and Christine held the rose close to her chest.

Erik walked over to Christine and took one of her hands, "Whatever you choose, I will always be there…Always remember that. But if this Vicomte comes into harming you – "

Christine stood on her toes and kissed Erik softly and whispered between their lips, "I will be careful…Go now before Meg or Madame Giry walks in…"

Erik nodded and with a heavy heart, he left, closing the mirror slowly behind him.

Christine walked up to the mirror and touched it gently with the tip of her finger.

Suddenly, the door of the dressing room opened with a loud bang and Christine turned around.

"Christine! Raoul was found with a head injury in the cemetery just now! I just received news!" Meg exclaimed.

Madame Giry soon followed, "Not to worry, Christine. He's fine, just a minor head bump. He'll be alright soon enough…Nothing to worry about…"

Christine muttered under her breath, "Oh, I'm not…"

Christine wanted to be left alone and when she finally was, she laid her head on her dresser table and closed her eyes.

A/N: I cannot leave this couple apart for too long! Haha! Erik, come back you fool!

As she slept soundly, Erik was looking at her. He has secretly come out from the mirror again and now he was caressing Christine's cheek softly.

He wanted to embrace her and kiss her again. But he did not want to wake up his sleeping beauty.

Christine stirred a bit as Erik kissed her on the cheek and softly sang:

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night

When Christine stirred, her face turned towards Erik who hesitated at first.

Then, he gently kissed her on her lips. Then, he stood up and walk back to the mirror with his cloak tailing behind him.

Christine peeked open. She swore she felt someone kissing her on her lips.

Then, she saw Erik slipping back inside the mirror quietly.

Christine closed her eyes again and smiled, burying her blushing face into her arms.

An hour later, Raoul had burst back in the Opera House with a black eye and a sore head.

"Christine! Where is Christine! I want to see her, NOW!" Raoul roared down the hallways.

"Vicomte! Please! What is going on?" Monsieur Andre exclaimed running after him.

Monsieur Firmin grabbed onto Raoul's arm and asked in confusion, "Vicomte, what is the trouble!"

Raoul angrily pushed away Monsieur Firmin's grip on his arm, "Let go! Take me to Miss Daae!"

"What's all this nonsense!" Madame Giry came out in a huff.

"Madame Giry, where is Christine? I need to see her!" Raoul snapped.

Christine eyes had opened the moment she heard Raoul's voice booming her name all the way down the hallways.

Christine opened the door slightly and peeked out. She saw Madame Giry trying to calm Raoul down with the two directors' anxious face nearby.

"Oh no…Angel, what are we to do?" Christine whispered.

Christine closed the door quietly and looked around wildly for an escape. Raoul was sure to search her. She wouldn't want to be found by him in this mood.

"Oh Angel…Help!" Christine pleaded.

The door of the dressing room banged open so loudly that Christine screamed.

Raoul barged his way through from the grasp of Madame Giry and the two directors.

Christine cowered back towards the mirror.

"Christine…I am giving you one last chance. You are to break free from that creature before the next Opera production ends. If you wish not to do so or if you are incapable of doing it in any way at all, I will do it for you…Even if it means taking the life of another!" Raoul snarled and left with Madame Giry and the two directors running after him.

Christine slumped onto the floor and she softly cried:

Angel of Music

Guide and Guardian

Grant me your Glory

Save and Guard Me

From the horrors

That comes now

Christine closed her eyes to stop her tears from flowing.

"Christine…"

Before Christine could open her eyes, she felt strong arms wrap around her and someone kissing her deeply.

Christine couldn't hold back her tears and she embraced Erik back and kissed him back…

Soon enough, the night of the Opera's House production of Don Juan fell and Christine was in fear of losing the man she loved.

As she waited for her turn to come, she peeked out of the curtains and saw an annoyed Raoul sitting in Box 5 with a police.

Raoul and the two directors had called for police to be stationed everywhere in the Opera House.

Then, her turn came and she sighed and walked out slowly to the stage.

Behind the curtain, Erik had promised himself that he couldn't allow Christine to go on that stage alone. Who knows what that moron le fop might do?

He saw between the gaps of the curtain that Christine begun to sing the song and her voice filled his soul with calming feelings.

As Piangi went backstage to change into his Don Juan costume, Erik took a deep breath and made his way towards him.

"Excuse me, sir," Erik tapped him on the back.

Piangi turned around and gasped when he saw Erik.

"I need to borrow your costume. I need to get on that stage, so if you would be kind enough to – "

"You're the Phantom!" Piangi uttered in horror.

Erik took a deep breath again. He was trying to control himself. He promised Christine that he wouldn't murder anyone after Buquet but this was tougher than he thought.

"That isn't important…I need to – "

"GUARDS! GUARDS! HELP ME!" Piangi yelled.

Erik sighed bitterly, "Alright, that's it…Forgive me Christine…"

A few moments later, Piangi was dead on the floor with a rope around his neck and Erik was suited up into his Don Juan costume.

As he heard them call, "Master…"

Erik whispered under his breath, "Its show time, Christine…"

A/N: Well, well. Raoul just had to be such a MORON to come in like that! We need that pocket watch people! The next update will surely be long. I'm going to add in one of my favourite songs "Point of No Return"! It screams good!