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Kristinekat13- ha ha candy land will conquer all.marshmellow mask and licorice lasso. I'm so glad you liked my candyland appearance.

Erik………

"Rogue? What are you doing?" Erik's voice was sounding strained.

"Rogue? Who's Rogue? I'm Christine, don't you remember?" Erik couldn't believe his ears.

Can this really be my angel? But she looks like Rogue. Wait, didn't Rogue say? No not possible. Then how do you explain Rogue standing ere claiming to be Christine?

"Erik? Don't you remember me? It's Christine. I'm dreaming all this but you once said you loved me. I'm so sorry about what I did to you. NOT! Ha ha you could love a beast or monster like you."

A/N – just kidding. Wanted to see if you believed me. Hey I'm twice as gullible as y'all combined so please be honest and say if you fell for that.

"……I'm so sorry about what I did to you. I'll understand if you don't forgive me." She bowed her head as silent tears leaked through her tightly shut eyes.

God I'm crying in a dream. I must truly love him. Please say something. Why is he just sitting there staring at me? His gaze is so powerful.

"Please, Erik, say something. Even if your just to yell at me. You have to say something. If you don't I'll truly be driven into madness."

"I heard you say that you're dreaming. How do you know that?"

"Because I fell asleep in the carriage. Why would I be here if I wasn't dreaming?"

"If you don't want to be here just dreaming yourself elsewhere!" roared Erik.

"No no Erik that's not what I meant. I mean to say is that I'm two days away from here. If I fell asleep in the carriage how can I possibly be here. I didn't sleep for two days. In fact I'm on my way to come here in reality. Raoul never loved me. I left him. I was just hoping that you'd still love me."

"You are not dreaming. And I do still love you. How can I not. I'm the moon and you're the sun, I'll always be chasing you."

"How do you know if I'm not dreaming?" whispered Christine.

"The day you left, I was out walking when I heard you say 'Erik, I loved you.' I looked for you but only found one other. I don't know how to explain it but she said things you were saying or thinking."

"Things like that are not real. That is why I must be dreaming."

"You found I am no angel but just a man. But please believe and trust your angel."

"Of course I trust you it's just that …..Well I don't know ….how can this be?"

"For once I don't have the answers. Maybe if you looked at your self you might understand." He led Christine to one of his many mirrors. All of them unfortunately were broken so he carefully picked up a piece and held it for her. Her scream could have shattered the glass in his hand.

She didn't know what to expect. Yet when she saw her reflection it wasn't hers. It was that of another young girl. Christine didn't recognize the messy, oily red locks atop her head. Nor did she know the boney, small body that her spirit has inhabited. She looked sick and pale from lack of food, sleep and other important necessities. Christine being who she is screamed. An ear shattering banshee scream.

This has to be a dream. People in dreams always say you're not dreaming. I hope I don't stay like this.

"My dear you will not stay like this. This body is only temporary. A liaison between your mind and my body and reality. Please don't scream again. I don't know how long you're going to be here."

"I love you Erik. I realize that now. I've realized a lot of things. You were always there for me even when I was just a lone chorus girl and not a prima Donna. I feel horrible for leaving you but if it's any constellation I thought about you every second of everyday. Truly I don't care about your face. I feel in love with you before I saw who you were."

"I don't know what to say. No one every…..Why is your eye twitching?"

"I don't know."

"Wait Rogue said her eyes twitched before, I guess, a vision for lack of a better word comes over her. We don't have much time."

"I'll be there in two days hence. Remember I always…" she was cut off. With in seconds Christine was gone. Rogue still had her eyes closed but spoke just below a whisper,

"…Loved you and always will Erik. Never forget that."

"What?" Erik stood about 10 feet away from Rogue. He had been in that spot since Christine interrupted his composing. All Erik could do was stare dumbfounded at Rogue.

Did Christine mean that? My god she's really coming to me! My angel has chosen the path of darkness.

Rogue……

At first she was nothing but existence then a blinding light, which she would have shielded with her hand had she had a hand, appeared. Usually she doesn't come right back to herself. There's usually a hazy period were the other occupant left some of themselves. This particular person left a sleepy and warm sensation. Not warm as in heat but warm inside like love. A coiling in you belly nervous unbelievable hopeful feeling. It's indescribable. Rogue may never find love but she knows what it feels like at least.

In the air around her unspoken word lingered. They urged her to speak. Since the sensation was so enjoyable she kept her eyes closed.

"…Loved you and always will Erik. Never forget that."

She enjoyed saying those words. The sleepiness had crept up on Rogue and she was hit with a tsunami of sleep. She, being still standing started to fall. Erik rushed to catch her and caught her before her head could collide with the floor. He genteelly carried her to her bed to rest. As he held her he realized how light she was. She couldn't way more than 90 lbs. being about twenty-eight that's unhealthy.

Well consider where she was living. Once she wakes up I'll help her, I guess. Food and rest should help right?

He laid her in bed covered her with the blankets and made his leave. He went to his room to sleep as well. It didn't take long but his house was soon filled with slow deep breathing and dreams

Christine….

When she awoke she found the carriage was no place to sleep. She called to the driver to stop at the soonest inn. Once that was done Christine settled herself in her seat thinking over what had just happened.

Was it real or a dream? I use to believe in the angel of music so why should now be any different? You were dreaming there's no way to explain what supposedly just happened. No matter I'll just ask Erik when we arrive in Paris.

The carriage came to a jolting stop. Christine peeked outside.

A/N can't think of what else to type suggestions are most graciously welcome. Please read and review.

Oh I know this is an area for poto but I went and saw the 12:01 viewing of star wars. It was blasting cool. I had to wait in line for 5 hours and everything.Sorry

Peace out,

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