Author's note: ok I'm really nervous about posting this. So many intimate feelings ran into this chapter. I hope you all like it!

Erik still held out his hand. He was offering me a night of passion and discovery of each other's body's. I stood there about to panic. This must be the most difficult decision I have ever been faced with. What would I do if I got pregnant? It would absolutely ruin me!

I glared down at the ring that I was playing with and a solution raged through my mind.

I flung the ring off my finger and held it up to his. Seeing that it was extremely too small for his fingers I unhooked the chain that I had been wearing since my mother's death. It was all I had left of her but her memories still remained. I laced the chain through the ring and put it on Erik's neck. He stared at me in bewilderment.

"This is my promise ring. It was to go to my future husband. It resembles my promise to share my virginity only with him." I explained. He still looked confused.

"What are you saying?" He asked.

"I want you to marry me." I said folding my small hands into his.

He held onto my hands with one hand and touched the ring around his neck with the other. His dreamy deep green eyes blazed into mine as his mouth fell agape.

"Are you proposing Addie?" He asked smirking playfully.

I giggled.

"No no you're doing it all wrong," He pointed out. He swirled me around to sit on his bed and kneeled on one knee. I covered my mouth as more giggles escaped my mouth. He held onto my other hand.

"Addie will you allow me to have the honor of," he began but was interrupted by my laughs. I could only find it humorous that he was trying to be gentlemen. He shook his head and continued. "Will you be my wife?"

"I don't know Erik I have so many offers." I said laughing. He forced a frown at me and caused me to be serious. After I had finished laughing with joy my face cracked into a large grin and I nodded.

His lips once again joined mine. He stood up and caused me to lean backwards and lye on the bed when he was on top of me and blowing on my neck I tickled him to get him off. I was pleased when I had caused him to laugh. That was something I rarely heard from him. I think he was a bit surprised that he had laughed as well because it was shown on his face.

"Save it for the honeymoon," I said laughing with him as he placed a finger on a point on my hip that caused me to wiggle.

I smiled at him. My eyes met both sides of his face. I didn't favor one side of him over the other. I loved his whole being. I adored his entire presence.

"Is this truly what you want?" He asked.

I could only smirk. I didn't have anything to attend tomorrow. Did I wish to prolong the agony of that which my heart has always been yearning for? I had been waiting to share my body with a man my entire life. I wanted him to be the one and only.

"Erik," I began. He nodded and waited for me to continue. His eyes adored my body. He made me feel beautiful the way he looked at me like I was some sort of angel. "Let's tie the knot tonight." I said while squeezing his hand. I knew my urgency was burning in my voice.

I expected him to look at me like I was insane. He studied what I was wearing and what he was wearing. I was in a black lacy gown that fell at my knees. He raised a brow. I had never pictured wearing a black nightdress at my wedding. Black was a funeral color. It symbolized mourning. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I finally realized my breast weren't properly lifted by a corset and felt my cheeks turn pink.

Erik reached for his mask and wig but I stood in front of him.

"I want to marry Erik not the Opera Ghost," I said placing my hands on my hips.

Erik sighed and nodded then grabbed his cloak. He swirled it around him and let it fall on his shoulders. He draped the hood over his head. I felt the blood rise within me at the sight. His lips were one of my favorite of his features and his lips were the only thing that was visible at the moment. In a swirl of his cloak all was black.

"It will be cold outside," He said in a deep cold voice within the shadows of his cloak. I smirked at his mystery. Although I wanted to discover him I couldn't help but feel somewhat drawn to this mysterious man that he became when he transformed to the other man that shared his body. I popped my head through a slit in the middle.

He led me behind the wall that the staircase to my room was but walked past it and stopped at a wall behind it. He placed pressure upon one of the bricks with two fingers and it gave into his small amount of force. The wall swirled around to reveal the stables behind it. He trotted past two stalls and stopped in front of a beautiful black horse. Its long main covered its neck and it had a white star at the center of its head. He began suiting the horse and softly ran his hands down the side of its face to calm it. I watched in amazement as he placed the saddle on the horse and bite in its mouth with little effort. The horse obeyed him. Is there anything this man can't do?

Erik raised me off my feet from the cloak onto the horse. I didn't even hear a grunt escape his mouth. His strength amazed me. I shivered as my skin met the raging night wind. Erik sat behind me and draped a part of the cloak on my shoulders. I looked back at him and smiled.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"To the chapel up on Winchester, I will show you how to get there." I said.

Erik curved his hands underneath my arms and pulled me into him to make sure I wouldn't fall off and gripped on the reigns. Then with a slight thrust of his foot on the side of the horse we began to move.

This was all happening so fast. It still hadn't dawned on me that this was reality.

When I was five I remember dressing in my mother's clothes and pretending I was a princess that was waiting for her prince to come and rescue her. Erik was hardly a prince more of the sexy dragon that defeats the prince. I laughed aloud at my twisted thoughts. I felt Erik behind me shake his head. I gripped on his upper legs for support as we flew up and down with the Horse's fast trotting.

I smiled. It wasn't a forced smile that I normally painted upon my face. This was my expression of true joy. I was getting married! Even better I was getting married to the man that was perfect for me in every way. I wished we could skip this entire journey to the church. I wished that we could simply appear in the chapel and after the ceremony not have to travel all the way back to experience the honeymoon.

I only spoke with Erik when I was giving directions.

I was getting married in the same church my parents had wed! I now finally understood how my parents had felt. I felt tears of both sadness and pity for my parents and pure joy for myself race down my face. When we reached the chapel I nearly tripped when I flew up the stairs. Erik caught me and laughed at my eagerness.

I walked back to were the nuns and priests slept and knew the first door was his. This priest had been at the Sunday service. This priest had been the priest at my parents wedding. I pounded on the door. I sat there for quiet a while pounding and watching Erik shoot me odd glances. It was quite a while before the door creaked open to reveal the priest in his nightgown. He rubbed his eyes and blinked. His gray hair was slightly sticking up.

"Addie, Is that little Addie?" He asked. He stopped squinting at me and half smiled half opened his mouth in shock.

"Father I'm sorry to bother you but I want to... get married," I said and pulled Erik in front of me. Erik was still in his cloak.

"Erik take that thing off please," I asked pointing at his cloak. He pulled it off and turned his right side out of view.

"This is the man I wish to spend the rest of my life with father." I said smiling. I couldn't help but want to show him off. I looked at Erik and realized he had a reason for acting odd. He had been away from the world for so long.

"Nice to meet you, what was it Erik?" He asked. Erik stared at his feet still hiding his distorted face from view.

"Do you wish to perform the ceremony now?" He asked. I nodded.

The priest guided us back to the chapel and began.

"Father, um..," I interrupted and blushed.

"What is it child?" He asked.

"Can I walk down the isle?" I asked feeling a bit childish. I had dreamed of walking down the isle and seeing my husband smiling back at me. The Priest nodded.

"The organ! Oh Erik can you play the organ?" I pleaded. Erik was trying to hide his face still. He smiled at me. I knew he could do it even though he lacked the sheet music.

I skipped back to the end of the isle and Erik got on stage. He twiddled his fingers above the keys in search for the right note and then stopped at the desired spot. He began playing all the melodies at once. The priest looked a bit surprised at first but smiled at me realizing I was about to marry a musical genius. Erik's sweet harmony lightened the air. I felt like I was walking on clouds as I stepped towards Erik. I realized I am stepping toward my future. When he had stopped playing and stridden down the steps to meet me even though he had finished playing the music still lingered in my mind. Erik is my song. He fills my heart with notes that are always changing. Sometimes the notes are sad sometimes the notes are fierce. They are even slightly jubilant at times. To me Erik is a piece of art. He is a masterpiece.

He appeared afraid of the priest staring at his face at first but diverted his focus on me. I was so glad he was doing this for me. When the Priest spoke it seemed as if I was in a daze. I was in a dream and I was to wake up at any moment. I pinched myself and was even more excited when I felt the pain. This was real!

As we said our vows our eyes were inseparable. Erik's chest began to heave up and down and I realized mine was to. I couldn't wait till we would be at last complete.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" He asked me.

"I do," I nearly shouted.

He turned back and asked Erik the question. Erik cooed, "I do" and squeezed my hand.

As the words fell out of the priest's mouth I was squeezing on Erik's hand so tightly I heard a crack. I released his hand and he didn't even wince only quickened his breath. As the pastor announced we were husband and wife I felt a wave of emotions surge up in me and began balling a storm of tears. Erik grabbed me and kissed me before I could notice his reaction. As our lips moved I felt my cheek grow damp not for my eyes, but his.

When we parted the priest leaded me to a corner to give me a word. He placed a hand over my stomach and whispered Rebecca in my ear. My brows creased and I looked at him like he was insane.

"My name is Addie," I protested.

"Yes Addie," He said smiling. He patted my stomach and said Rebecca once more before heading back to his room. I just shook my head. The man was old and probably senile.

I turned around and smirked back at Erik. We both looked into each other's eyes for a few moments. Then I nodded and we both raced back to the horse. Erik quickly helped me up and jumped on as well. This journey we did not trot peacefully. Erik forced the horse to gallop as fast as it could. When we reached the stables he threw off the saddle and we ran back to his layer.

Once we were at the foot of his bed Erik flung off his cloak in one motion. He laid his hands to his sides and we both stood there staring into each other's eyes once again. I smirked and he did as well. My sense of playfulness retuned.

"Lover's leap!" I shouted and jumped into his arms. He caught me and held me to his chest. I new there was nothing I would trade for him. I enjoyed the warmth of his body and feeling his chest rise. I sucked in a large breath and enjoyed the smell of his cologne. He lay me on the bed gently and laid next to me. He now had that look on his face that he got when he knew he was getting something he wanted. His eyes narrowed and an evil grin spread across his face. I just wanted to devour him. I wanted him to scratch me and hurt me. I wanted us to join as one until our bodies collapse together.

Erik ran a finger down my arm softly and slowly. I smiled and closed my eyes. I enjoyed his touch. I sat up and let him pull my gown over my head. I didn't feel ashamed of my bareness once all clothes had left me. I began to unbutton his shirt. He kissed my forehead. All thoughts of lust left my head and new thoughts of love bloomed in my mind. When we were both bare our bodies became one. He wasn't harsh. He handled me with such gentleness. He fulfilled that need that I had to be loved. I had been aching for so many years and I finally felt complete. He now filled that hole that had been left in my heart. When we finished we both fell by each other's side. I began crying softly and cried out his name.

"Erik, I love you." I whispered.

I rested my head on his chest for a pillow.

"Addie I love you to," He replied.

I smiled and drifted into the best sleep I have ever experienced. I dreamt of Erik all night.

Authors note: I hope you understand my intentions for this part of the story. I wasn't attempting to describe secret fantasies I had for Erik. I was trying to express the special intimacy between husband and wife. I hope I captured the beauty rather then a perversion and that you all understood my motives. Please post a review on what you thought and how I could improve if you didn't like it.