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Hey everyone! I really hope this chapter is ok, writing Erik is kinda difficult for me. I mean one minute he's happy, then he's mad, then he's depressed...gotta love him though! A big thanks to all those who reviewed, keep'em coming!

EriksIngenue- haha I love that song too! It's my first fanfic, so I said hey why not use my favorite song as the title?

Computerfreak101- Of course he will sing it for you! He might twitch a little when he does, however, because I have forced him to sing Point of No Return several hundred times already.

Jinxed4ever- He won't be alone for long! Heehee

RockerxCutie- Thank you!

Thanks to everyone else for all your wonderful compliments, they really inspire me! And now onto some Erik/Christine action!

Back In Your Arms

Angel...

He quickly looked up and turned towards the gate, his magnificent eyes almost aglow in the darkness.

And there was his beloved Christine, holding onto the iron as if her very life depended on it. At first he thought he had finally crossed the borders of insanity, until he heard her beautiful yet barely audible whisper...

And with a speed as quick as lightening, he opened the gate and quickly recovered her lifeless body from the water. She was so cold, so very cold, and her face was as white as death, but she was still as beautiful as ever. He carried her slowly to the swan bed, still in shock of her presence.

As he put her down softly on the bed, he wiped the drenched curls out of her face, and wrapped a blanket around her delicate frame. He studied her for a few moments, memorizing every detail if in fact this was just a cruel dream. His mouth slightly parted, and tears flooded his eyes.

Oh, Christine...

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Raoul read and re-read the note countless times, trying to make sense of the situation. What could possibly be of such urgency that Christine could not consult her own husband?

When he had first picked up the parchment, he had a terrifying suspicion that Christine had left him. He could not even imagine the thought, not seeing her face every day, not waking up to her beside him...

But then he realized she would return, and a wonderful relief swept over him. He even chuckled at her innocent signature. But now he had no idea where in heaven's name she was, and he was worried. She had not been emotionally stable for the last few months, and God knows what she could get herself into.

Raoul ran his fingers through his long hair, and let out a sigh of frustration.

Where are you Christine...?

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When Christine awoke, she was utterly oblivious to where she was. Her eyes scanned over the surroundings...the red swan bed, the black lace curtains, the darkness...

And then she knew. She was in the home of her angel.

The next thing she realized was a slow, haunting melody, barely audible in the silence but Christine recognized it immediately. She began to sing along with it softy...

Masquerade

Paper faces on parade

Masquerade

Hide your face...

...So the world will never find you.

His clear, angelic voice echoed throughout the room. He looked down on her serenely, an air of power radiating from his blue-green eyes.

"Angel," Christine whispered, hardly believing what her eyes were showing her. He was dressed in black evening wear, and his white mask was firmly in place. His black hair was slicked back, and his eyes were so incredibly beautiful, those two orbs of emerald splendor. He was the vision of perfection.

"Christine," he replied softly, sitting slowly on the bed and cautiously taking her hands in his. He almost seemed as he would withdraw from his action, but Christine held their grasp firmly.

He closed his eyes and swallowed, obviously nervous. Then he asked the obvious.

"Why have you come back?"

Suddenly Christine did something completely unexpected-she let out a heartbreaking sob and threw herself into her angel's embrace. Horrible sobs racked her body, and she held onto him as if he would evaporate at any moment.

The phantom was completely shocked at this, and had no idea how to react. No one had ever embraced him before, not even his own mother, for she shunned and cursed his very existence. Dumbly he wrapped his arms around Christine, trying in vain to comfort her.

"Oh Angel, I missed you so! My life has seemed empty without you, and oh God I thought you were dead!"

Sobs now overcome her ability to speak, and endless tears ran down her face. The phantom was stunned at her response, and slowly stroked Christine's hair in an attempt to calm her.

"Shhh, Christine, please don't cry. You know how it pains me to see you cry."

Christine sniffed and closed her eyes against his chest, slowly relaxing. "My angel..."

"Please don't call me that. I am no angel."

Christine looked into his sorrowful eyes, a confused expression crossing her features. "What shall I call you then?"

He sighed against her hair, still letting his fingers glide through her curls.

"Erik."

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Christine was not sure how much time had passed, but it seemed like eternity. After her and Erik's reunion, she had decided to dry herself off and compose herself before heading home. She hated to leave him again, but she had promised Raoul. And she knew if she didn't return, Raoul would have the whole French army after her in less than an hour. She slowly exited the room, and found Erik feverishly writing music at his organ. He sensed her presence immediately, and turned his head towards her.

"I think I might return home," Christine said softly, in a very sad tone. Erik simply nodded, and walked towards the boat. Christine followed suit. When they reached the boat Erik held out his hand for Christine to get in. Trying to conceal her blush, Christine took it awkwardly. The journey to the opposite shore had a deafening silence, and either couldn't have felt more out of place. Christine knew that this act of pretending as if nothing happened would not last long, and she feared when the glass would finally shatter.

When they reached land Erik helped Christine out the boat, seeming to avoid her eyes at any cost. Christine brought a shaking hand to his face, whispering a thank you. The interaction ended as soon as it began, as Christine turned around and quickly began to make her exit.

"Wait!"

Erik's voice suddenly broke the silence, and he rushed to her in a few long strides. Like a timid child, he stepped forward. Christine looked up at him with wide eyes, not in fear, but anticipation. Very slowly and gently, Erik kissed Christine's forehead. He then closed his eyes tightly, fearing rejection or disgust. "Promise you'll come back," he whispered painfully.

Christine's eyes were filled with unshed tears, and she looked into his adoring eyes.

"I promise."

A/N: YAY! Who doesn't love all that fluffy goodness? Next chapter to come soon!

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