A/N: Thank you to my reviewers:

hikishianara: i'm glad you like it! it was about time Christian and Erik met, what with them both being tortured souls and all...

DarkMoonLightBright: Christian and Erik are my favourite people too! they're so cute. and i will continue for sure, because i already have to whole story written completed and saved.

Alrighty, before i get down to the story, i have to apologize. I won't be able to update for several weeks probably, because i'm going away on vacation. and, i don't want to post it all at once, because then i wouldn't get as many reviews. however, i will try my best to get to a computer whenever it is humanly possible.

Bex

Erik

Madame Giry's young friend was very different than I expected. Earlier in the morning, I snuck into his room while he slept, and took a peek at some of his work. He had an amazing story about love, which took place at the Moulin Rouge.

I had been hiding in the back when his Spectacular Spectacular was performed. It was wonderful, and full of emotion that made it even better. I read through his story and was nearly brought to tears by the end of it. I decided that I would take this boy under my wing, and teach him to use his writing as an outlet for his emotions. I would teach him to learn to be lonely without the woman he loved.

I led him down the hidden tunnel down to the lair. I knew that Giry would be disappointed in me for 'corrupting' this boy, but I cared not. He intrigued me with his artistry, and intelligence. We arrived shortly at the lair, and I offered him a seat, and some Russian tea.

"Thank you," he said, timidly. He sipped it, and then stared at me and my home. "So you're the dreaded Opera Ghost?"

"Guilty," I said, bowing slightly.

"You don't seem so frightening to me. Do you have a name – a real name, I mean?"

"Erik, and you are Christian correct?"

"Yes," he replied, his voice beginning to lose its uneasiness.

"Well Christian, I know that you have a magnificent talent for song and story writing. I would like to help you expand your horizons, and learn to channel your talents in the best ways possible."

"Uh, thank you?"

I laughed lightly, "You are welcome. Madame Giry told me of all that happened at the Moulin Rouge. I can only imagine the pain you are having to endure right now. I have discovered that times of pain can produce the most beautiful poems and music in the world. If you will allow me, I will teach you to bring the best out of your pieces."

He pondered my offer for several seconds. "I accept your offer Erik, but on one condition."

"What is that?"

"You will not mention my life at the Moulin Rouge, or Satine."

"Agreed, and you will not question or remove my mask." He nodded, we shook hands, and began our work.

Christine

I had a lovely evening with the Angel in his lair beneath the Opera. It was all so enchanting, that I am still not sure whether it was reality or simply a dream. I was about to ponder this some more, when I saw Christian walk by the door.

I probably should not gave brought up the events at the Moulin Rouge to Christian. He did not look pleased with me at all. I was only trying to make conversation, and I thought that since we had both lost loved ones, we might have something in common. I feel kind of bad, but there isn't really much I can do about it now.

I was heading to the chapel for my singing lessons with the Angel of Music. He must be angry with me as well as Christian, because he never showed up. I went back to the dormitory, and chatted with Meg instead.

"I tried to talk to Christian today," I said to her.

"Did you mention Satine?"

"Well…"

"Oh Christine! I told you not to! He is very sensitive about that. Did he get upset with you?" Meg looked positively exasperated with me. Well, it wasn't my fault; I was just trying to be nice to him.

"Yes, he did get kind of upset. He left the room in a huff. Will he ever forgive me?" I really hoped he would. He was so handsome, and poetic.

"I don't know. It's possible, but don't get your hopes up. I heard that last night Raoul mentioned Satine to him. Apparently, he got mad at Raoul and stormed off."

"He certainly has a temper," I muttered.

"Girls!" we were startled by Madame Giry entering suddenly.

"Mama!" Meg exclaimed, standing up.

"You should not be talking about Christian behind his back, it is very rude. Please, just leave him alone. If he wishes to speak with you, he will initiate the conversation, otherwise, let him be." She gave us her evil eye, and then left the room.

"Come on Christine," Meg said, heading for the door, "Let's go for a walk up on the roof. I need some fresh air."

"I'll be there in a minute," I said, opening my trunk to get out my cloak. Before I left the room I noticed something on my pillow that was no there a moment ago – a red rose with a black ribbon around the stem. I lifted it up, and found a note also lying on my pillow. I opened it, and it read…

Dear Christine:

I apologize for missing our lessons today. I was very busy engaged with important business, and could not steal away even for the briefest of moments. Please accept my apology.

Yours truly,

The Angel of Music

Well, that explains it I suppose. But what other business could the Angel possibly have? Unless he has other singers under his wing. I shall have to ask him about it the next time we meet. I tucked the note and flower away, and ran off to catch up with Meg on the roof.