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Chapter 17

Dominique pulled the trigger as Monsieur André stepped in between Emily and the bullet. The manager fell the the ground screaming in pain and clutching his back as gasps filled the room. Dominique cursed and disappeared into the shadows, hoping that nobody had detected where the bullet came from. Emily held Monsieur André, assuring him that everything would be fine as a dancer went to call the ambulance. The poor unfortunate man moaned in pain as he waited for the ambulance to arrive. After what seemed like an eternity, the ambulance arrived and took Monsieur André, who was accompanied by Monsieur Firmin, to the hospital. Before he left, Monsieur Firmin looked at everyone with a very worried look on his face, "Due to the circumstances, the show will have to be postponed." After the two managers were gone, everyone sadly looked over at one another and agreed that they should take it easy for the rest of the day. They all headed for their separate dressing rooms and most of them sat in their rooms wondering what to do.

Although everyone had already left, Emily stood their frozen in place. The bullet was meant for her. If Monsieur André had not moved in front of her... She closed her eyes and let the tears flow freely. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to a body. She put her hands around the hands she knew belonged to Erik. He put his face in her hair and closed his eyes. She could have been the one who was taken to the hospital. He could have become a widower... He opened his eyes at that last thought. She was hanging limply in his arms as her sobs got louder with each tear that fell. He slowly sank to the floor of the stage and let her weep in his arms. He stroked her face tenderly as he held back his own tears. He hummed softly to soothe her cries. Emily closed her eyes as she felt his voice vibrate in his chest. to her it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He smiled when he noticed that she had calmed down sufficiently. After a few moments, she sat up and wiped away her tears. She managed a small smile towards him,

"Thank you, I feel much better now." he hugged her and kissed her on her forehead,

"You're welcome," He leaned in for chaste kiss, "Now, since we have the day to ourselves, is there anything you would like to do in particular?" Emily sat there with a distant look on her face. Erik called he name which caused her to snap to attention. He lowered his voice, "Emily, is there something wrong?" She looked up at him and after a moment, she took a deep breath,

"Erik, Do you remember when I said that I needed to go do some errands?" She sighed as he nodded, his eyes filling up with worry, "Well, they weren't necessarily errands. I went to the Doctor for a check up. After he was done he said something that will change our lives completely. Erik, I'm-"

"Erik! Emily!" They turned to face towards the auditorium doors and saw Raoul standing door. Emily stepped up towards the edge of the stage,

"Raoul! How is Monsieur André?" The Viconte smiled,

"He will live. But, it will be a few weeks until he will recover completely." Emily nodded and said a quiet prayer of thanks to the angels who were watching over her and Monsieur André. Raoul turned to leave, but stopped when he remembered something, "Ahhh, yes Christine and I would like to invite you to dinner tonight at seven. We want to take you to Le Violin Classique, one of the fanciest restaurants in Paris. Will you be able to attend?" Emily turned to look at Erik, who slowly nodded. Raoul smiled, "Very well, we'll meet down here around 6:15." Emily and Erik nodded. They thanked him for the invitation and watched him leave. Erik turned to Emily and held her hands in his,

"Now, what were you going to say?" She took a deep breath,

"As I was saying I went to the doctor and he looked me over. Then he said that I'm..." She looked up into his beautiful eyes and told herself that what she was about to say was for the best, "Fine." She saw the worry in his eyes vanish as relief replaced it. Emily cursed herself for lying to her husband, but she promised that she would tell him when the time was right. She smiled at him and he caressed her face,

"Come, we have to get ready for our rendezvous with the de Changys." Emily nodded as they went to Emily's dressing room. She opened the door and went inside, closing the door behind them. Erik went through his secret passageway behind the newly replaced mirror and went back to his lair, only to come back with a large load of clothes and laid them on the bed, "Well, what should I wear?" Emily walked up to her bed and looked at the clothes. She picked up a white tuxedo shirt, a pair of black pants, an emerald vest, the black tuxedo jacket that went with the pants, and a black,

"What about this ensemble?" Erik turned to his wife and grinned,

"C'est Parfait! What would I do without you?" Emily smiled at her husband's remark. She the remembered something that caused her to run to her dresser,

"I have something you could wear that would go perfect with that outfit." She scrambled around in her drawers until she found a tiny velvet box. She grabbed it and walked towards her husband. She gave him the box and he opened it. Inside was a large solid gold ring with a large emerald stone in the center with two diamonds on each side of the large stone. He focused his wide eyes on his wife who smiled at him, "It belonged to my father. Mother gave it to me shortly before she died. She wanted me to have something to remember him by. Now, I want you to have it." Erik opened his mouth to protest buy Emily put a finger on his lips to silence him, "I don't need a ring to remember my father by. What I have are the memories, which live here," She pointed to where her heart was, "And always will." She smiled at him. Erik looked at her tenderly. She kissed his lips softly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body close to his. He intensified the kiss, demonstrating that he was enjoying their romantic actions. Erik parted himself from her. His lips were red and swollen from the heated kiss,

"Mon Amour, we should stop this now before we find ourselves making love on your bed." I don't think that the de Changys would appreciate it if we were late to our rendezvous. Emily traced his lips with her left index finger,

"I suppose that you're right. We should get ready." The two of them then spent the rest of their time getting ready. Erik wore the outfit Emily chose, while Emily chose a blood red dress with an elegant white lace trim around the neckline and the sleeves. She chose a pair of silver earrings with a matching necklace to wear. Emily then began to brush her hair and tied it in a tight bun. When the two of them were ready, Erik led Emily downstairs where the de Changys were waiting. Raoul and Christine smiled at them both as Emily and Erik went down the stairs. They went towards their carriage and then they went to the restaurant where they enjoyed themselves like they never had before. After a couple of hours they returned to the theater. Emily went outside to the very same balcony where she had killed James, and where Christine and Raoul had declared their love for each other. Suddenly, Dominique came out of the shadows and put his hand around her neck, which she tried to get off of her. He grinned maliciously,

"Well, I'll be damned. If it isn't my late brother's ex-fiancé. Emily growled,

"Hello, Dominique. What brings you here to Paris." His eyes glowed dangerously,

"Revenge..." She laughed dryly,

"Don't even try to avenge your scumbag of a brother. He wasn't worth it. I'm glad that I got rid of him!" Dominique began to scream,

"YOU," he calmed his voice down, "You little bitch...If I were you, I wouldn't be performing in L'Ange on opening night." He disappeared into the night, leaving the poor woman, shaking on the floor. Erik came running,

"I heard a voice, are you alright?" Emily nodded as Erik picked her up off the floor,

"Yes, I was practicing one of the songs in L'Ange and then I felt dizzy." Erik eyed her suspiciously but then dismissed her statement,

"I want you to move in with me in the lair." He smiled, "You should be living with me anyway. You are my wife." Emily lightly kissed him,

"That I am Monsieur Desslar..." He laughed and led her to his lair where they got ready for bed, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

A/N: So what did you think? I hoped you liked it! In order for me to update, I want at least nine reviews. The next chapter will move fast and we'll get to L'Ange! Sooo, see you next chapter!