A/N: Hey! I'm glad everyone liked that chapter better than me. It seems that I like one chapter, and then hate the next, because I like this chapter a lot! I don't have much to say except that I do borrow a quote from The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants book. So it's not mine, but my friends and me love it, so I couldn't resist putting it in! Also there is a random conversation between me and Hermione in the beginning of this chapter, so if your not a Harry Potter fan you can skip it, but if you are you should read it. And Harry Potter fans will understand why I put it in. Anyway enjoy!
BroadwayGirl257: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. I'm not sure if anything naughty is going to occur, as in sex before marriage, or anything similar. I know in a lot of stories they do, but Christine is very religious, and I'm not sure she would do anything before she was married. What do you think? I am planning on them getting married though for sure. P.S. I know! Madeline is soo cute. I have a thing for babies, and can't help making her cute!
RachErikaSam01: Thanks! See he's slowly coming around!
InuLvr7: Yea, I'm glad you liked the sleeping together scene, though it was a one-time thing. In one of my first copies of this chapter I was going to explain it, but it's not in there now. Erik stole a bed from somewhere in the Opera House, and put it in his room. Neither one of them was really comfortable with it, though they enjoyed it! LOL. At least they're living together again though!
satinzevi89: Thanks!
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Scimitarmoon: Thanks! I try to keep modern language out, but sometimes it slips in.
GerryJackie: Thanks! I know, Christine is really stupid!
AND A SPECIAL THANKS TO GENEROSA (LAUREN) WHO UPLOADED THIS FIC FOR ME, 'CAUSE MY COMPUTER WAS BEING ANNOYING. .
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Christine arrived back from rehearsals, three weeks later, in tears. It was opening night for Faust, and she was a nervous wreak. Rehearsals had been going better than they went the first day, though the other people didn't stop talking about her. She leaned against the door, sobs racking her body.
Erik, who had been letting Madeline play the organ, placed Madeline in her pen, and was immediately at Christine's side. He wrapped his broad arms around her, as Christine clung to him. Gently he stroked her curls. When Christine had calmed a bit, he spoke. "What happened Christine?" He asked worriedly.
"Nothing happened," Christine replied shakily, still clinging to him. "I just should have never started singing again. What if I sing as bad as I did when I tried out? Everyone is against me, except for Meg, the managers, and Madame Giry. They all think I'm a whore, and that I think I'm better than them."
Erik lifted Christine's face, forcing her to look into his golden eyes. "You are a brilliant singer, and will be fine. Now go eat, you have to be return to your dressing room soon to get ready." He tenderly wiped Christine's tears from her cheeks.
Christine nodded and stood up, fighting back tears, so Erik would not see them.
Erik sighed, not fooled for a moment. He stood up, walked towards her, and enveloped her in his arms. She gladly leaned into him. Slowly he turned her around to face him. He lightly kissed her forehead. "You sing better than any one in this opera house, and will astound them with your voice tonight."
Christine brushed away the tears that had started streaming down her face again. "I know I'm being silly, but I'm nervous. I haven't sung on stage in three years. What if I make a fool of my self?"
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("You won't make a fool of your self," Hermionie said matter of factly, randomly showing up. "It's in your blood.")
"Hey! What are you doing here! You're in the wrong fan fic," Tracy said angrily.
"But I want to be in this fan fic," Hermione said pouting. "I just read the Phantom of the Opera, and found it fascinating. Its amazing everything Erik can do without magic! He's a genius! Finally a guy who can match me intellectually. And then I saw the movie, and discovered how incredible Gerard Butler was as Erik, and fell in love with him. And since Ron will never open his eyes and see that he loves me, I thought I'd sneak in here and take Erik for my self. Now all I have to do is drop a chandelier on Christine's head during her performance, which will be much easier since I can use magic, and kill her. Then I will feed Erik the love potion that worked so well on Harry and Krum and he will fall madly in love with me. Together we will run away and get married, while escaping the mob who will be after him."
Tracy gapes at her furiously. "No, no, no! This is my fic, and what I say goes, so get out of her before I call security. Besides, you already have tons of fan fics about you, and don't forget all the new ones that will be coming with July 16 just around the corner. Now out, out, out!"
Hermione brightens up a little at the prospect of July 16, but sticks her nose in the air and disapparates.
"Finally she's gone.
(Sorry about that, I couldn't resist throwing that in there, Christine's line reminded me too much of the first Harry potter movie. Anyway back to the story!" Tracy smiles and exits.)
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"You will be fine," Erik said firmly, kissing her on her forehead once again. He held her for a few more minutes, before pushed her away. "Now go get ready."
Christine smiled weakly. "You'll be there, won't you?"
"Yes, I will be in box five, as always," Erik said calmly.
Christine looked at him surprised. "Box five?"
"Yes," he said his eyes dancing. "Surprisingly it's the only box not taken. It seems no one will sit there for fear of angering the Opera Ghost."
Christine smiled, a true smile this time.
"Now go get ready," Erik repeated pushing her gently.
Christine smiled, and walked to the kitchen to get something to hold her until after the show.
An hour and a half later, Erik was sitting in box five. He had arrived early to avoid any uncomfortable questions about his mask. Madeline walked a bit unsteadily around the box, searching every corner. (Yes Madeline had her first steps. I haven't put any of her firsts in because I fear it will make it too corny.) Eventually she returned taking a seat on his lap, and curiously looking down. Immediately she began to cry, and cling to Erik. He was used to her crying by now, and picked her up, waking away from the edge. Finally she quieted and he sat back down. After about a half an hour the lights dimmed, and the curtain rose.
Christine was perfect. She could not have sung better. Every so often she would glance up at box five, and he would nod reassuringly at her. At the end of the performance Erik stood up and clapped the loudest and longest, before going to search out Madame Giry. He found her coming out of Christine's dressing room.
"Hello Erik, I was waiting for you to show up," she said smiling. "Hello Madeline," she added.
"Hello Madame Giry," Erik replied.
"Here give me Madeline," Madame Giry ordered, holding out her arms.
"Thank you for taking her tonight," Erik said giving Madeline to her.
Madame Giry dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "I'm sure you and Christine need a break, and I haven't seen her in a while. Now we must be going. I'll see you later tonight." She turned and left.
Erik waited a minute watching them leave, before knocking once on the door, and entering. The room was covered with flowers, more than there was when Christine made her debut. Christine was sitting at her vanity, taking out the pins in her hair. She looked up as he entered and smiled. On the vanity there was a single red rose tied with a black ribbon.
"Hello Christine," Erik said. "You sang wonderfully tonight." He smiled.
" Thank you," she said blushing, remembering her crying that afternoon. "Where's Madeline?"
"Madame Giry is watching her for tonight. Now go change, I believe I left a dress for you behind the changing screen," Erik replied.
"Where are we going?" Christine asked.
Erik just smiled wider.
Christine sighed, and threw him an exasperated glance, before going behind the screen to change. Inwardly she smiled. She barley seemed to know Erik lately. It was amazing how much he had changed. She turned to look at the dress Erik had left her, and gasped. It was a beautiful white dress, embroidered with little pink flowers. She put it on eagerly. It was a little too low cut for her liking, but other than that it was perfect. Suddenly nervous, about what Erik would think, she stepped out from behind the screen, looking at Erik expectantly.
Erik studied her a moment, taking in the sight of her. The dress he had picked out showed her curves beautifully. "You look beautiful," he managed to get out hoarsely.
Christine blushed, studying her self in the mirror.
"Come our carriage is waiting," Erik said offering her his arm.
She gladly took it, and Erik led her to the carriage out side.
As soon as she was seated, Erik nodded to the driver, and they started to where ever they were going.
"Where are we going?" Christine asked for the second time.
Erik chuckled softly. "Wait and see," he said.
Christine sighed, and looked out the window, trying to figure out where they were going.
After about fifteen minutes they stopped. Erik stepped down, helped Christine down from the carriage.
They had arrived in front of a park.
"Erik," Christine gasped, surprised as the carriage left.
"I know how much you miss the outside and sunlight, so I thought you might like to come," Erik replied.
"Thank you," Christine said.
Erik offered her his arm again, but Christine refused it, instead wrapping her arm around his waist, pulling him close. Erik then placed his arm around her shoulder, and they entered the park together.
It was a gorgeous night out, though it was fairly chilly. There was a full moon and you could see every star in the sky. They followed a dirt path, but there were flowers, and trees, all around.
Christine breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the first fresh air, smelling the sweet perfume of flowers. They walked on and on, sometimes going off the path, but always finding it later. They didn't talk, just enjoyed the beauty of nature. They were the only ones in the park, as far as Christine could tell. Though they were walking nonstop at a leisurely pace, Christine quickly became chilly and shivered.
Without a word, Erik removed his cloak, and placed it on her shoulders.
They continued walking, until they reached a bench, and sat down. Christine automatically leaned into him. They were silent a few minutes before Erik spoke.
"Christine, I love you," he whispered in her ear.
Christine sat up and looked at him. It was the first time he had told her that since they had made up. "I love you too," she whispered, smiling broadly.
He hesitated before reaching down, and capturing her lips in his.
It was the most passionate kiss Christine had ever received. She could think of nothing, as his lips and tongue explored her mouth. Much too soon, Erik sat up breaking the kiss, and leaving her breathless. As she tried to catch her breath, all she could think was she never knew heaven was so hot.
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A/N From the Non-author: I was just reading this, and some of the reviews. No, sorry, this isn't Tracy. But since I was so kind as to help her upload her fic, I decided a few liberties should be allowed to me. XD. I'm not much of an author, truth be told. I write stories to get them out of my head, more than for the sake of all you good readers out there. Unlike Tracy, who diligently updates. (Too diligently sometimes. I think I should find her a new hobby.)
Ahem. Anyway, what was I saying. Oh, yes, my crappy updating skills.
Doesn't matter much. I'm more of an artist anyway. I was thinking about drawing a Christine/Erik picture. Nothing bad, just a little cuddly pic. Which is weird, 'cause I usually hate cuddly Erik. Erik does not 'cuddle'. Hmmm, I could see him saying that too...
Moving on. I've probably spammed up enough space, but that's okay. She'll probably never let me near her fics again, but I'll get over it. The readers are probably wondering why I'm still here typing, but that's okay, because I'm done now. -hugs-
And to Tracy, when she reads this. HI!
Now I'm really done.