A/N: Ok guys, I really appreciate the encouraging reviews! ) I never thought my story would be that well liked, lol. I'm putting chapter three up sooner than expected, because you guys have made me so happy.

Stormyrainedoncowgirl: I'm glad you love it! Here, have an Erik doll. Whee! Haha. )

Pertie: Oh there definitely will be problems. There will be some E/C mushy stuff in this chapter, but it won't last long, lol. But by the end of the story, they will be mushy for good. (unless I do a sequel ;) )

SarahCrawford: Thanks. )

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On to the storeh! Lol.

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Chapter Three: Passion and Anger

Christine cautiously walked towards the mirror, curious about what he wanted, and slightly fearful.

She stared at the mirror, not entirely sure what to do.

Should I open it? Or wait for Erik to come in? What if he is still angry with me? I know he would never intentionally hurt me, but. . What if he goes into a rage? Would he be able to control himself?

Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of Erik's voice through the mirror.

"Mon ange, do not be afraid. Si'l vous plait. I will not hurt you."

It seemed to Christine as if he could read her thoughts, because that is exactly what she was pondering. "I'm not afraid, Erik." She sighed.

Christine walked up to the mirror, but jumped back when it began to open. She didn't expect it to open so quickly; within a couple seconds it was open, and Erik was standing before her.

"I. . .I'm sorry, for angering you Erik. I don't know what I did but-"

"No, Christine. You did nothing wrong." He sighed and put his head in his hands. "I lost my temper, I am so sorry, my angel. . .my beautiful angel."

With that he walked over to her and embraced her in a gentle hug. She was startled by this sudden act of kindness from the man who had cursed her for loving him.

He pushed her away gently. "I love you, Christine." He kissed her softly on the forehead, and looked deeply into her warm brown eyes. "I love you with my entire being, and I am angry with myself for treating you as I did."

Christine smiled, and laid her head on his chest. "I love you too, Erik. I believe I always have, I was just too young and naïve to realize what my heart was telling me."

She lifted her head to look at him. His smoky green eyes were soft and loving, the first time she had ever seen them that way.

With a playful smirk, Erik lowered his head to capture Christine's lips with his. She let out a small surprised gasp, he had never been so bold as to kiss her before.

True, she had kissed him, but she never expected him to kiss her. With a barely audible sigh, she moved closer to him and deepened the kiss.

Unexpectedly, he broke the kiss just as quickly as he had initiated it.

"Come with me, Christine. If someone were to walk in here, well, this is not proper." He took her hand and gently led him down to his home.

Just like the first time I went down to his home, and he sang to me. She thought.

As she looked around, she noticed that the cobwebs had increased tenfold. She saw a spider making a web on a torch, and shivered.

"Christine, are you cold?" She giggled. He thought she shivered from the cold.

"No, I. . I saw a spider."

Erik laughed and lifted her into his arms. As they neared the water, he remembered that he no longer had his gondola. He had taken a different route to get to Christine's dressing room, but had entirely forgotten about it.

"Damnit." He cursed softly, hoping Christine would not hear. However, she apparently had excellent hearing.

"What's wrong, Erik? Because I know you wouldn't use such language without a good excuse." She gave him a mischievous smile, and watched as he rolled his eyes and smiled at her.

"Come, my little demonic angel. I will carry you across, since that annoying mob destroyed my gondola."

He lifted her up and waded into the water, careful to not let the train of her dressing gown touch the water.

She is wearing the same thing she was wearing the first night I brought her down here. He realized.

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When they reached the shore of his home, Erik set Christine down gently, and went to find a pair of pants that wasn't soaked with lake water.

While Christine waited, she decided to explore a bit. She walked over to his organ, and laid a hand on its dusty surface. In the corner of her eye she saw a pile of music, and moved to investigate.

As she was rifling through the music, she heard footsteps behind her.

"What do you think you are doing? You have no right to go through my things!"

When Christine turned around and looked at Erik, she saw the beginning flames of rage in his eyes.

"Erik, I was just-" But before she could finish, he grabbed her and slammed her against the wall, pressing his entire body into her.

When her initial fear subsided, she realized that she could feel his evident desire pressing painfully into her thigh.

As quickly as the anger had appeared in Erik's eyes, it vanished and was replaced with a burning desire. Before Christine could say anything, he had lifted her up and was carrying her to the bed.

He laid her down gently, and laid down beside her. She looked over at him, and the look of desire in her eyes destroyed what little control he had left.

He pressed his lips to hers roughly, and immediately begged entrance with his tongue.

As their kiss deepened and became more frantic, he moved so that he was straddling her, and rocked his hips against hers, causing her to moan quietly.

Christine broke the kiss, blushing and gasping for breath. He bent down and rained kisses down her neck, and she moaned again, and slowly reached her hand down between their bodies.

She found his manhood, and grabbed it tightly, experimentally moving her hand.

Erik growled deep in his throat, and abandoned her neck to give her a look that was full of pure animalistic lust. Christine reached to undo his pants, but he pushed her hand away, quickly standing up and walking to the other side of the room.

Christine sat up, a look of dazed confusion on her face. "Erik, what's wrong? I'm ready, I'm sure of it."

He walked over to the bed and sat down, stroking Christine's curls absentmindedly.

"Christine, even though you may believe you are ready, you are too young. And you are most certainly too young to raise a child, should that occur. And, I need some time to think on this."

Christine sighed, and watched as he climbed into the bed next to her.

"Goodnight, my beautiful angel."

"Goodnight, Erik."

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Christine woke in a confused and uneasy haze. As her vision cleared, she realized where she was, and stood up.

She raised the black curtain, and went in search of Erik. It did not take long; he was sitting at his organ, playing a soft tune. Christine walked over to him, and caught him by surprise with a gentle kiss.

"Good morning, my love." She smiled sweetly, causing his heart to melt.

Suddenly she went rigid, her eyes wide. "Erik! What time is it?"

He looked at the wooden clock sitting in a shaft of sunlight coming from a random crack in the wall. "It is 10 o' clock."

Christine gasped, and tried to pull him up. "I need to leave! Rehearsals! I-"

Erik stood quickly, leading Christine to a pathway she had never seen before.

Before long, they were in front of a heavy wooden panel. Erik opened it, and Christine gasped as she realized where they were.

"Box 5." So this is how he always got in and out of the box unnoticed. . .

"Yes, now you had better hurry to your dressing room. I didn't want to walk through the water again, and this is the closest I could get to your dressing room.

With a quick peck on the lips, Christine dashed out of the box towards the dressing rooms. Erik smiled, because for once in his miserable existence, he was happy.

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A/N: You like? I hope so. This chapter isn't as good as the previous two, but I guess I am happy with it. Review and you get an Erik shaped cookie! The fluff is about to end for a bit, and Raoul is about to come back into the picture! Ready the lassos! Haha.