A/N: Thanks for your wonderful reviews ) whoopsies and on the last chapter it is meant to be phantom's not phantoms. Oh yes if you are confused about the last bit, she is kissing the phantom. Once again thanks..and more chapters will come this way.

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She was covered, the phantom's cloak rapped around her waist like a cocoon. She smiled at him as she felt heat arise in her veins, it was a shock that the snow didn't melt. He smiled back, something flashed in his eyes the look of a man when he greeted his love. She had seen it in many people, the opera stage girls fawning over their admirers.

His mouth formed a thin line, as he pressed his hands so his temples.

"Why did you come? this is no place for you."

He was looking very oddly at her outfit, which she had forgotten about. She blushed, "I ran away, Raoul is trying to hunt you down, I came to find you. Margaret, a maid that Madame Giry knows has been looking after me, she is young but told me that you are here." The phantom nodded,

"why should you come to me? tell me has your husband done any wrong to you? Besides how can you love someone if you don't know their past our their name. Why did you come to a man that is a killer."

Christine fell silent, the phantom was mostly a stranger that she had known all her life. Her teacher to the captivating world of music, a person that she had heard all her lifetime but saw for a short time. The young woman nestled up against the phantom, who seemed very interested in her affection.

"Raoul beat me, I knew it was wrong to be with you. My heart sings though, whenever I see you, I dote upon your music but mostly it's just you. Your deformity means nothing to me. I just need you." She felt the phantom sigh underneath her if it was full of relief.

"My names Erik," He said and softly grabbed her fingers to run them along his mask. "Christine, my past life is just one that is supposed to be forgotten." he said sharply, if something pained him. Christine chuckled softly, "There you are wrong, Erik." The phantom sat up, making Christine scoot to one side she looked at him and laughed as she felt a spray of hair come tumbling out their pins.

His brows raised as now he fully studied her. A young woman, her hair tucked up to try to look shorter but only to fail. She was in grayish trousers with a vest of some-sort with ruffled cuffs, her chest was bound down and her eyes seemed darker with anticipation. But something caught his eye, he reached in her shirt to pull out something, her face turned scarlet as she giggled a bit. Erik drew out a dagger, and turned it around a few times looking at it a bit bewildered

The young woman blushed and tried to grab the dagger away, "It's er for protection," she swallowed. He looked at Christine frowning "Protection?" Christine slurred a bit noticing that her clothes where becoming a bit irritating.

"Y-yes from rapists," Christine slurred. Erik just took it and through it down into the snow. "Fear not, you don't need any dagger when I'm around."

Christine just laughed, until she was encircled by the phantom ghost.

It was then the first gunshot rang out.