A/N: Okay, I confess. I came back from Perth a really long time ago and I was really lazy to update but now I have some bad news. I'm having a writers block. Dam!

Disclaimer: Don't own it. So don't sue me.

Erik-Meister: Thanks for liking it so much. I didn't think you guys would because I think my writing is a bit weird in this story. I can't seem to get the words out so easily.

PhantomLover05: LOL! No worries. Tension always builds up when reading stories from me. I always leave cliffhangers.

erikphan24601: Hmm...Actually I'm not sure...Because I might want to add a very bad twist at the end. something to do with the accident she had before this. Not sure though! Writer's block!

Carkeys: ) I only had that emotion to show. : )

eternalmasquerade: Ahhahaha, thanks. I did have fun. Well...kinda if you count out visiting my Grandmum who hates all these mordern technology then yeah, it was kinda fun. LOL!

Twinkle22: Hahaha! Yeah...me and those cliffhangers. How do they even relate? LOL!

xAdenX: Fluff? Oh erm well...LOL! Erik kind of have some issues with him right now so he can't seem to find the right words to tell Christine and in the end, he kinda just pushes her away. KIND of. LOL!

Lady Skywalker: Hmm...I'm not so sure bout the falling in love with him again part. LOL! Hahaha! I'm not sure. I'm so having writer's block right now so it sucks. Get what I mean?

BroadwayGirl257: Hmm, your new fic Girl's Day Out is awesome! Can't wait to read more and I'm so sorry for not updating soon. Forgive me kayz: )

elf of rohan: Done. : )

The Hidden Angel

Christine sat at the side of the bed and swung her legs boyishly.

She knew it was very unladylike to do that but she felt bored and she needed to stretch her legs anyway.

She stared around and wondered in frustration, "Where is John? He's should have returned by now!"

She sighed and began to walk around and stretched every part of her legs that felt aching.

She wanted to know how everything was going on. But she knew she couldn't step foot outside the door. It was a rule for both John and her.

But when she happened to look at the small window at the side, she had an idea.

She quickly grabbed the small stool at the side of the bed where John normally sat when he was beside her and dragged it to the side of the wall where the window was.

She slowly climbed on the stool as her legs weren't very steady yet and she lifted up the small cloth that covered the window to keep away prying eyes out of the small house.

She peeked out and saw the streets filled with people rushing here and there and carriages hurrying here and there to pick up new passengers.

She felt very naughty because she knew John would be most displeased with her if he found out that she had been peeping out.

Just as she thought that, she heard the front door creaking open slowly. Christine was so shock and her wobbly legs gave way as she fell of the stool.

But to her surprise, she felt strong arms catching her as she fell and she let out a quiet gasp. Those hands did not belong to John. So who is in their house!

Christine heard a small soothing voice whisper in her ear, "Naughty girl, Christine. That was very, very dangerous…Especially for such a delicate flower like you…"

Christine felt a weird shiver going up her spine. That whisper, as she remembered as the voice of her Angel which had guided her from her younger years.

She felt a bit strange as she felt someone holding her. Was her Angel really a man and not an Angel?

She slowly turned around while wrapped in his arms and stared into the face of a masked stranger in mysterious black.

Christine frowned and she touched his smooth white mask with curiosity.

What was he hiding behind there? But what captivated her right now was those piercing deep eyes of this stranger that was staring right into hers making her feel like she was drowning in them.

He studied her face, "You haven't changed a bit…" and his hands moved down to her back.

Christine felt outraged and she moved her hand to slap him but he swiftly caught it and held her delicate hand which was covered in scar marks.

He sighed, "Not one bit except for the injuries…"

Christine felt outraged why this stranger was holding her the way only the man she would love allow to.

"Monsieur, please. Let go off me…" Christine whispered.

"Calm down, Mademoiselle…"

"But I do not know you, Monsieur and --" she struggled against his firm grasp on her hand and waist, "I don't want you to --"

Erik whispered into her ear, "I won't harm you because you are my inspiration that makes my music work take place, Mademoiselle…"

Christine felt a bit of shiver as she felt Erik going right up to her ear and she felt a funny feeling inside her and she felt afraid.

"You – You're my Angel of Music…?"

Erik smiled to himself, "Not just an Angel of Music and also the one who made the Music of the Night just for you…"

It was at that moment; Christine suddenly felt the sharp pain in her head return and she plunged into the horrible darkness once more.

She saw flashbacks coming into her mind back again; scene after scene. She saw Erik and then she saw herself.

Then, she saw both of them with Erik leading her down into the cold catacombs and passageways into a lair that has devoted itself to only music. There she remembered Erik's voice filling her heart with the song that he wrote just for her:

But his voice filled my spirit with a strange sweet sound

In that night there was music in my mind

And through music my heart began to soar

And I heard as I've never had before

Then it changed as she saw horrifying visions of a murder of a worker in The Opera House and the face of her Angel kept flashing in between them hinting her that her Angel was the murder. It rewinded backwards and forwards letting her see the horrible visions of what laid behind the mask of her mysterious Angel. The two memories of her unmasking her Angel once in his lair and the horrible truth in the performance of Don Juan kept flashing in her eyes.

Then, there came another vision of her on the rooftop with the same young man accept this time, she had an uneasy feeling that it was her childhood friend, Raoul. Yet, her vision behind the Raoul and saw hiding in the shadows was her Angel lingering and listening to every word they were saying...

Christine gasped and she sprung right up from the bed she was lying on and screamed, "Angel!"

"I have to find him!"

Without thinking, she rushed from the bed. She quickly lit an oil lamp by her bedside and quickly put on her shoes. Then she searched wildly in the dark for the coat peg and once she spotted it, she grabbed her long blue cloak and burst out of the door.

At the same time, she bashed into John who was sleeping by the door.

John yelled, "Oh God! Mother of Jesus! Mary Mother!" and he leapt up to see who it was.

When he saw it was Christine, he felt embarrassed at what he yelled out when he was hit by her. He thought someone was attacking him to get inside the house.

"I'm – I'm sorry, Mademoiselle, but what are you doing out here? It's not safe and the mysterious night has fallen already…"

"Night…Night…Night…"

Christine snapped up and gave a glare around, "John, he was here. He held me. He touched me. I felt him. He's a man and he's real. I must see him! And I know he's still here!"

John gave a funny sound and he gave a funny look behind Christine's shoulder before heading slowly back into the small house.

Christine looked puzzled at John but when she heard a noise of someone treading softly behind her, she held her breath and turned around.

She wanted to slap her Angel but again he swiftly caught her hand before she did.

"You have awakened…" he said softly.

Christine tried to ignore his soothing seductive voice and gave him a cold glare, "I remember you now. You – You killed the stage man, Monsieur Joseph Bouquet!"

Erik shrugged, "That was then…"

Christine struggled from his grasp and grimaced, "You were on the rooftop with me and Raoul! What were you doing there! Wasn't my singing for you enough!"

Erik leaned against the back wall and ran his fingers through his dark black hair boyishly, "This is what it is about? About you and the idiotic Vicomte's love passions in which I have no interest in?"

Christine glared at him again, "Don't speak about Raoul that way. He's a man of high reputation and what are you? A murderer!"

Erik laughed, "That is how you are going to refer to me as, Christine?"

Christine shivered. His eyes were boring into hers and she was drowning in them again.

Erik made his way towards Christine who felt her legs very weak. She now hated herself for forgetting that her legs weren't completely recovered yet.

Christine felt Erik holding her cold hands and she pleaded softly, "Angel, please…"

Erik gently lifted her up and Christine sighed a bit when her weight on her legs was relieved.

Her feeling against her Angel's body was really welcoming so without thinking twice again, she leaned against the warmth of his body and closed her eyes.

She slowly slid her arms around his neck and dozed off.

Erik stood there for awhile, holding Christine whom he had lost all hope of ever seeing her ever again. It was insane and it was all happening to fast, even for him.

"Angel…?"

Erik was startled that Christine was still awake, "Hmm?"

She murmured, "Where were you all this time…?"

Erik laughed softly, "I think it's more of where have you been, my dear…"

"I was missing you…"

Erik raised an eyebrow, "You were…?"

Christine nodded into his cloak.

"What about the Vicomte…?"

"I don't want to marry him. Angel…"

Erik laughed again, but this time, it was to himself.

"You are already married to him…"

"That will not stop me…" she murmured into his cloak.

"You know that it is difficult to bail out on a marriage, my dear. I know that you that as well…" Erik sighed. It was hard to be the reasonable one but after John told him about her memory loss, he had to be fair on this.

Erik gently put down Christine onto the floor and held her hands, "Christine, you must go back. You are as in much trouble as everyone in Paris is…"

"Don't tell me what to do like everyone did, Angel. I'm sick of it. That was the reason why I didn't want to go back. I don't want people to tell me how to live my life. I've been enjoying my free will here with John and I don't want it to end…"

Erik stared at Christine for a moment. For once she was standing up for herself and he was very fond of that kind of strong will.

"What will you have me do then, Christine?"

"First…I don't want you to disappear off from me again, Angel…"

"I will try to promise you that…I cannot be seen in the streets often neither should I be roaming in it in full daylight. I can only come when night falls…"

Christine shuddered as she saw his mask and remembered that it concealed the hideous part of him.

Christine pouted, "Fine…But you must tell me your name, Angel. I know you have one…Your not just an Angel anymore. You're a man now, to me…"

Erik hesitated, "Erik…"

Christine stared at him day dreamily for awhile before saying softly, "Erik…"

Erik shrugged, "It's the only one I've got…"

"Erik, where is Meg? Meg Giry? You know her don't you? And what about Madame Giry? Where are both of them? Are they still in the Opera House?"

"Hush…They are fine. Yes, they are in the Opera House and I'm afraid I must leave…"

Christine grabbed his hand and shook her head, "Erik, please don't leave me. At least not now that I've found you once more. Now that I know that you are a man, I need you to be with me…"

Erik sighed. He wanted to stay and he wanted to be with Christine. But she was still a married woman and although he felt so stupid to let that small matter stop him from having her, he had somehow changed his ways. He was still an honorable man and Marie certainly wouldn't be very happy if he chose to ignore that fact.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I was always with you…"

And he gently let go of her hand and disappeared into the darkness leaving Christine there blushing from his seductive touch on her.

A/N: Ah well...Here comes the stupid block. I don't know how long it will last though. (sob) REVIEW PLS!