Ok, heres chapter two, and I know you all have been dying for it... well not really. But here it is, and I hope you enjoy it as much as you did chapter one. I worked just as hard! 3333!

Chapter 2: A Dream and A Nightmare

Christine sat up her quiet room, and felt hot sweat run down her forehead. She wiped it away and realized that she had been dreaming of the night before, and what would have happened if she had not chose Erik, and Raoul had been killed. Dreaming of this, she feared to sleep again, so she got up from her bed and looked around wide-eyed and wondering. There was only the light of one soft glowing candle, and she could not see much of anything in front of her. The sound of the water trickling was heard from outside her room from the surface of the lake, and shivers jolted through her spine at the sound of it. Her feet were quiet and swift-moving as she left her room out to the lustrous, humid cave of light and mist. Everything looked beautiful and seemed to glow brightly, like she was in a beautiful, delightful dream. For a moment, she was shocked that she was nearly smiling, and she gazed on and peered through the many items that Erik had collected over the years. Christine stepped down the stairs and walked through the crowd of bright candles and thought of that night long ago when Erik had sang to her. Her angel of music caressed her body and gave her a sensation of desire in her heart, and she closed her eyes and trusted his words. As she thought of this, she spun around, dazzled and awakened by the feeling of warmth and pleasure flying through her mind and body.

Music floated through her mind and consumed her soul. She never wanted this moment to end, and never wanted to feel cold and dead like she had last night ever again. As she stood at the side of the lake, she felt a warm touch on her neck and she gave in to it . She didn't care what it was, it just made her feel powerful inside. It spread down to her arms, her hands and then back up to her chest. Her body shivered and she leaned her head back with a smile at the feeling, and it caressed her throughout her body. Then, suddenly, she spun around, and came face to face with the man whom she loathed the most. Erik gazed at her lovingly, but she resisted and pushed hard away from him until she was at a distance from him.

"Stay away from me, Erik. You deceived me once more, and you will not do it again."

"I just wanted to feel you again, Christine. I wanted to touch you like the night when you did not care what was behind my mask, but what was deep in my soul. Why can you not feel that way about me again?"

"Because, its not your face that frightens me! Its you! Its everything inside of you! That is why you cannot feel me like you did, because that night that I was here, you cloaked every real thing about yourself and hid it from me for your own selfish reasons. Now, I see who you really are. Not only did your physical mask reveal the monster in you, but so did your spiritual mask. You cannot feel what you cannot love, and I cannot love you."

Erik became weak inside. He felt as if someone had paralyzed him and then knocked his legs out from under him. He could not move or feel. He just stood, and watched her.Atear streamed down his lifeless face and he felt cold. Christine hardened her anger and tears, also, fell once more on that same ground, and she left him hastily. Suddenly the dream that she had that very night became a nightmare and seemed very insignificant compared to the one she had just experienced. She slept cold and shaken for the rest of the night until morning shown upon her. The light cast on her face made her seem warm and beautiful, but underneath it all, she felt cold and repulsive.

Erik did not sleep that night. He sat at his table surrounded by lit candles and music sheets, moving around the small figurines that he had made of Christine and himself. Christine was wearing the wedding dress he had made for her, and he was wearing his mask. That cursed mask in which he hated with everything in him. At his rage of seeing it, he picked up his figurine and threw it at the mirror near his organ. He held his tired, unpeaceful head in his hands and sobbed for Christine and for his life. He prayed that somehow he could be different... that he had no deformity, or monstrous face. Then, he thought, I could have Christine. I could have been someone, and been with her. She could have belonged to me!

Every possibility ran through his mind and everything he thought he could change made him feel more loathsome and unworthy of Christine's love. How he wished he could be the man she wanted him to be. He knew that the only way she could love him now, was to be a man, and not a monster.