A/N: Amber: Thank you again and again! I loved writing Chapter nine! I like my angst.

Modesty: Sorry about the length but they get longer as they story progresses, you should know that. I will be along with a review for your story shortly! I'm sorry you've been so busy.

Elizabeth2: Thank you for your review, please stick with me.

AngelofMusic: Thank you for your review (s). I like the line in Chapter 8 too, I mean no disrespect to Raoul, he's just so… boyish.

And again with another chapter.

'Say you need me with you now and always,

Promise me that all you say is true,

That's all I ask of you.' – Phantom of the Opera, Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Chapter 10- Relationships.

The honeymooners meandered slowly along the sweeping beach, watching it turn into bend after bend as it followed the coastline. The sea splashed in at her feet, it was warm clear water but as it evaporated it cooled her burning toes. Everyone once in a while Christine would dig her tiny toes into the sand just to feel it slip through the gaps. She couldn't remember the last time she had been to the seaside and she was making the most of ever step on the glorious shore.

Sometimes she would simply glance at Raoul, admire his golden hair, his soft eyes and she would think of how incredibly lucky she was. His smile warmed her to the core and every side ways glance he shot her sent a small tingle along her skin. He slipped his arm around her waist, tugging her gently into his body as they both listened to the soft, 'shh' of the sea rolling back into the sand.

'Isn't it wonderful,' she cooed, partly to herself and partly Raoul. He just nodded, kissing her hair and glancing back out to the horizon as the sun began to drop slowly in the sky. It was there last day there.

'Phillipe seems to be much better now,' Raoul said stopping.

'Umm,' Was all she said as she sat in the sand facing the waves, watching them cruise back and forth.

'I'm so happy,' he said. 'The happiest I have been in… forever.'

'I'm glad,' she said, tucking her shoulder under his armpit and resting her head on his.

'I would give up all of money if it was the only way I could be with you,' he said, squeezing her to his body. She smiled and kisses his cheek. 'You do know that, don't you?'

'Yes,' she said, honestly. She didn't doubt it for a second but she doubted her ability to stay with him if he were to give it up. It wasn't the fact that she was accustomed to the lifestyle, far from it. Or that she cared if he was broke, he was worth every second of her time regardless. It was more that he was and she wasn't entirely sure that he could cope with his commodities.

Again his lips brushed over her hair and her smile widened on her lips as she watched the sky turn a fabulous shade of orange- pink. The sun was slowly dipping to the horizon, bowing to the magnificence of the moon. The magnificence of the moon, she thought and soon her smile faded. The moon. The night.

The music of the night.

Angel of night.

Her mind drifted back home, back to Paris under the paleness of the moon she wondered what Erik was doing. She longed to see him, just to see that he really was okay, that he really was alive. She smiled, ghosts came out at night, her ghosts in particular, she thought.

She and Madame Giry had barely said a sentence to one another since that night on the stairs, she had helped with the wedding as she had promised and in the company of others she was civil and polite. However, if they were left alone her eyes would turn unyielding, blue. She was surprised at her anger, at her resolve. She didn't realise that Madame Giry and Erik were so close. Perhaps they had been lovers at one point, she though and closed he eyes.

Perhaps they were lovers now. The thought shook Christine and she opened her eyes just to be sure that Raoul had not vanished from under her and that she was alone. He hadn't and she wasn't. He was still holding her close, silently watching the sun set in the distance. The colours highlighted his features and she kissed him softly. He smiled and stood, holding his hand out to her and lifting her from the floor.

As they wandered back to the room they were renting she kept her eyes firmly on Raouls face, it was all she could do to keep Erik from her mind and when she returned home she felt that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from speaking to Madame Giry about her past with Erik.

'Grr,' he yelled, throwing his plate along with his food, cutlery and glass. The plate hit first, breaking into what seemed like a million pieces and falling to the floor noisily. The glass followed and the sound was almost deafening.

'Erik…' she said, as softly as she could but he wasn't hearing it. Didn't want to listen. He turned around to face her but said nothing, just scowled. She shook her head.

'Leave,' he finally said.

'I thought we had been over this,' she said looking at him. He buried his face into his hands and ran his fingers through his hair.

'We have,' he said quietly.

'Then what is the problem?' she asked. He glanced up at her, his long hair flopping over his eyes.

'I can't…' he began and stopped when he saw her expression.

'Of course you can,' she said. 'You have been doing so well, Erik. I'm proud of you. Please don't give up now.'

'I love her,' he said, quieter still, as he lowered his head back into his hands. His large palms cradling it carefully.

'I know,' she whispered, edging to him and sliding her arm around his shoulders. He made an attempt to shrug her off but she held his broad shoulders firmly and eventually he yielded to her, allowing her body to be a cushion to him for a while. She shushed him and he calmed, his anger slowly subsiding.

'I'm sorry,' he said, his voice evening out. Regaining some of its power.

'No need,' she said gently, placing a small kiss on his cheek as she stood. 'Even the most powerful men need friends Erik.'

'Powerful?' he said, with amusement. 'I am no longer that man.'

'Well,' it was her turn to sound amused. She began to walk away and stopped, glancing over her shoulder to say, simply, 'The man I remember is.'