Chapter Four

A/N – I wanted to thank everyone for reviewing and being so supportive. It really means a lot to me. Also I wanted to verify that the song in this chapter was used first by Queen-Chick in her fanfic called "Captive". I also used her idea and changed daylight to moonlight to correspond with the situation. Also, I once again don't own anything…pity, except the plot. wishes she owned Erik and Madame Giry

- Enjoy the story -

Erik was now on the verge of bawling like a young child.

Madame Giry ruffled her skirt, and pulled his mask from the black taffeta billows. She stared at the mask, luminous in the rich darkness. Meg had found it, here in the catacombs. Meg had brought it back and had given it to her mother. Antoinette held the mask to her heart as tears streamed from her eyes. She thought she had lost Erik, lost him forever.

"Erik…" She whispered

Erik stood and faced her. His eyes grew wide with surprise when she held the mask out for him.

"My mask! Antoinette, how did…" Erik snatched the mask from her. "You took it, you witch!"

Erik stormed across the room. Madame Giry struggled to catch up.

"Erik, I can explain."

Erik silenced her mid sentence.

"It was not I who took your mask, Meg did. She found it, when the mob came searching for you. She feared they would see, so she brought it back with her. I promised to keep it safe from the world's eyes. Erik, I thought you were gone…"

Madame Giry was trying desperately to make him understand. Erik turned and faced her.

"You still don't know much about me do you, Madame? You should know perfectly well that I would never let those fools catch me."

Antoinette felt a faint smile stretch across her face. She gazed into his eyes, they were shining with amusement.

"I suppose I don't. I guess I need to refresh my memory."

"I suppose you do." Erik took a step forward.

"Erik, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me." She replied jokingly whilst taking a step back.

"And if I am?" Erik grasped her by the small of her back.

Madame Giry could feel her face flush. She could feel his gaze on her, so she turned her head. Erik swiftly stroked her jawbone and turned her head to him. His hand moved sensuously up her back, and over her shoulders. Madame Giry moaned softly in his embrace, but silenced herself when Erik heard. A smile stretched across his face. Erik slowly lifted her head so now they were only a few inches apart.

"Erik…" Antoinette breathed. But Erik pulled her into a light kiss. Unknowingly, she felt her hands wind around his neck. His hand moved up her back and skillfully started to unbutton her dress. Soon the dress was nothing more than a pile of dark taffeta on the floor. Erik carefully kissed her newly exposed skin, and chuckled when he heard Madame Giry moan with pleasure.

Madame Giry could practically feel her heart exploding. She had never felt this way before, until now. She could barely believe it, Erik loved her. She thought her heart would leap from her chest, but her corset thankfully kept it in place.

Erik swiftly lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed. He laid Madame Giry onto the dark pillows, her hair in tendrils behind her hair. He glanced at her corset, which showed the slightest glimpse of her breasts. He gently traced her bare skin with a gloved hand. Erik stood up, just for a moment, to undress. Madame Giry watched him with a vigilant eye. She wanted him, needed him, and she smiled when he leaned into her for another kiss. As the kiss deepened, Erik caressed her golden brown locks. Erik broke the kiss and looked into the eyes of his beloved.

No more talk of darkness,
Forget these wide-eyed fears.
I'm here, nothing can harm you -
my words will warm and calm you.
Let me be your freedom,
let moonlight dry -your tears.
I'm here, with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you...

Erik felt lost in her pure blue eyes, waiting for her to speak.

Say you love me every waking moment,
turn my head with talk of summertime...
Say you need me with you,
now and always…

Promise me that all you say is true -
that's all I ask of you…

Madame Giry sang to him with all her heart. Her voice was far better than Carlotta's, wasn't everyone's? But what was surprising was the fact that her voice surpassed even Christine's.

Let me be your shelter,

Let me be your light.
You're safe: no-one will find you
your fears are far behind you…

Erik was taken by complete surprise by Antoinette's marvelous voice. Her leaned toward her and kissed her neck and the skin lining her corset.

All I want is freedom,
a world with no more night…
and you always beside me
to hold me and to hide me…

Madame Giry closed her eyes and felt Erik's breath on her neck. She leaned into his warming embrace.

Then say you'll share with me one
love, one lifetime …
Let me lead you from your solitude…
Say you need me with you
here, beside you…
anywhere you go, let me go too -
Annie, that's all I ask of you…

Madame Giry remembered seeing Erik on the roof. She recalled hearing Christine and Raoul singing together. She remembered Erik singing, but his voice was full of bitterness and hatred. Now his voice overflowed with love and compassion.

Say you'll share with me one
love, one lifetime,

Say the word
and I will follow you...

They could barely hold their feelings for one another. Erik's hands finally found their way around Madame Giry's back, and she leaned into his embrace. Madame Giry's eyes followed his gaze, until their eyes looked into each other's, Erik's glowing with excitement.

Share each day with me,

Each night, each morning...

Madame Giry slowly closed her eyes. She never wanted to leave Erik again, she felt terrible for betraying him before.

Say you love me...

Erik tightened his grasp.

You know I do...

She opened her eyes to find that his were filled with honestly and devotion.

Love me -
that's all I ask
of you...

He pulled Antoinette into a passionate kiss. He had finally gotten a hold of her corset and pulled it off, along with the underskirt. His fingertips lined her back, and moved lovingly up her spine. Madame Giry closed her eyes and sighed as his hand skillfully caressed her breasts. Madame Giry literally snapped back to reality. She hastily pulled the bed sheets up to her chin, she felt so ashamed. Erik's comforting embrace soothed her a bit.

"You are every bit as beautiful as I remembered, Antoinette." Erik kissed her temple and began to run his gloved hands through her hair.

"I love you dearly, Erik."

"I know, mi amour…I know."

Erik's arms softly embraced Madame Giry's waist and he kissed her softly. Madame Giry smiled, the smell of peppermint was filling her sense, and she loved the way Erik smelled. Erik rubbed her arms, and they slowly fell into a deep slumber. They both fell asleep that night, wrapped in each other's embrace.