Okay, sorry that last chapter was short but i didn't have much time to write it. plz plz plz R&R i need feedback! Plus i forgot the disclaimer in the last chapter so i do not own any of these charachters. and This phantom is Gerik, cuz i thought he was the sexiest one (lol).

Your humble Servent,

At least I fell Gracefully

Now, on with the ECness!

Erik had to stop this. He went through numerous bottles of whiskey a day, it took the constant pain in his heart and reduced it to a dull ache. He stood unstabaly and stumbled to the window that looked over the dank streets of london. "Oh, Christine...Why do you make my heart bleed so?" He ran his hand down his mask, remembering the last night he had seen her. "This face infection which poisens our love..." He remembered how beautiful she was when she chrushed his heart. He angeling voice still ran through his mind constantly.

"This haunted face...holds no horror for me now...it's in your soul...that the true distortion lies..." A single tear slid down his marred cheek. He had to see her again, he had to prove to himself how much happier she was with the viscount. With that he fled out of his flat and began his journey to Paris.

Within a few days he was standing outside the gate of the De Changy estate on the outskirts of Paris He scrutinized the house carefully before his eyes fell upon his bloved, stading there on the balcony of her bedroom. He moved through the shadows until he was close enough to see tears on her face before she collapsed onto her knees in despair. Out of the shadows he saw the boy ride off on his horse like the demons from hell were chasing him. (A/N: Convienent, huh?) A wicked smile played on his features as he began to sing softly from his hiding place.

" Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
abandon their defences . . .
Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour . . .
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender . . .
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night . . ."

Christines head snapped up and she rose from the floor. She looked around frantically below her and he eyes fell upon her angelas he silently moved from the shadows. She stared at him for a moment in disbelief.

"Angel of Music!
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your
glory!
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Come to me, strange
angel..."

Her voice finally came weak and quivering but still beautiful as ever. He answered her with a curt nod, all the sorrow and rage she had caused him slipped away the moment he had laid his eyes on her once again. He was once again the compsed mysterious predator, she the innocent pray. She ran into her bedroom but he knew in his heart that she was not running from him. A few moments later she emerged from the servants door on the side of the mansion. He reached out his hand and began to sing softly a composition that he used to serenade her with when she was a child. She placed her hand in his, spellbound once again by his beautiful voice. He drew her to him gently and she looked up at him fresh tears spilling from her mesmerizing eyes. Her hands touched him hesitantly as if to see if he was really there, standing befor her in all his glory. His voice faded slowly and halted as she explored him with tiny fingers. He stepped back from her. She may have been forgiven, but her rejection was still fresh in his mind. Her eye's seemed to clear suddenly, the haze evaporated from her mind.

"Erik?" He let out his breath. The spell was over, and he was now nothing but a man.

"It is I, Christine.." She stumbled towards him and threw her arms about his neck. She sobbed into his shoulder.

"W-why, Erik? Why d-did you leave m-me? I needed you Erik, and you never came!" he pushed her away from him, rage filling his heart once again unbiddingly.

"I left you, Christine? You were the one who left with that fool! You were the one who choose the Viscount over me!"

Something in Christine snapped. Tears came freely and she tried in vain to hold them back. "You were the one who sent me away, you rejected me as soon as I gave myself to you, Erik!" She breathed deeply and tried to compose herself. Erik started to retort but she cut him off. " I loved you, Erik, and i still do!"

Sorry tried to make it longer the the last one, but i thought i should stop here. Christine confesses her love...but you'll just have to wait to read Erik's reaction. and you didn't think i'd let them be happy so soon, did you? muwahaha.