AN: Okay, I'm not sure… I think that maybe I'll do another Leroux based fanfic with a small amount of Kayish background for when he was smaller… with, of course, one exception… Erik isn't going to be dead… He's going to have told the Persian that he was going to die, but alas, death will not visit our poor angel. And… what happens when our darling Christine gets amnesia during her 'escape' from Erik, and the only thing that she can remember is a man telling her where she could find him? I have another fic called 'The Siren's Requiem'. This first part has a few parts that reminds you of that. You could almost say that that was an interlude into this story!

Have You Forgotten Your Angel?

A broken heart indeed… Erik laid in a painful heap underneath the tree that he had told Christine about, the one which he had planned to let himself die under. With the small golden circlet clutched in his hand, and his golden eyes flashing… Erik seemed to be in a rather perfect state of health. That of course, was if you didn't take into account his corpse like state of appearance.

Why couldn't life be fair to him? What was it that kept punishing him so violently towards an obviously painful conclusion… he couldn't even escape early from this imprisonment that he had been born into. Nothing seemed fair to him at all.

He brought one hand slowly towards his mask, letting it rest against the top of it. Never without his mask… never, never, never… He brushed the spot lightly where Christine had blessed him with the tender pressure of her lips… Oh, how he cherished that moment. He had thought that that very moment would allow him to make his transaction to a real corpse rather than a living one much easier. However, that didn't seem to be happening. His heart still ached and longed for Christine, but he couldn't seem to let go. Everything within him screamed that it was time, and that he had nothing else to live for… everything but one small voice in the deepest depths of his heart, pleading over and over for just one more moment. One more moment and she would realize that she had to come back.

Letting her go had been one of the hardest things that Erik had ever had to do, and yet he knew that it was something that had to be done. He saw the way that De Changy had made her happy… he saw that way that joy lit her beautiful angel's face each and every time that they met… and yet… yet… He couldn't quiet let that small piece inside of him that had hoped beyond all hopes that she could understand… accept him for who he really was.

The other part of his heart, of course, screamed that she did accept him for exactly who he was… a murderer.

He hadn't meant… the Siren… And yet he knew that the Siren would no longer sing. The deaths would not occur until the Siren came back and spoke with him once more. The Siren had such and enchanting voice, and such a deadly sense of humor.

He was pulled out of his brooding thoughts by a figure timidly approaching him. Immediately, his hand went to his belt, where his Punjab lasso was securely wrapped. Contradicting his thoughts from only moments ago, he prepared to toss the lasso and give it that ever-so-quick-flick that would kill anyone instantly.

However… something stopped him before the movement had even begun. Before him stood his beautiful, if just slightly befuddled looking, angel.

"Christine?"

She looked at him with only the slightest amount of recognition. That was when he fully took in her appearance. There was blood smeared across her temple, and into that glorious blonde mane. Her blue eyes were wide and startled, showing an extreme amount of confusion and pain. At his voice, her head snapped towards him, and a small amount of thrall entered her eyes. It was as if she were only hearing his voice for the first time…

"You told me to come, didn't you?" She sounded to small and childlike with this remark. He had told her to come and find the ring… yes… but why was she here now, and why was there blood on his angels face? He hadn't injured her anymore… Injury to his angel… that alone deserved death.

His tall and sinewy form stood from it's resting position against the tree. He couldn't believe that his angel was here…. Perhaps he had passed away after all, and this was going to be his own personal version of the afterlife? Always seeing her but never able to touch?

"Christine…" Her name escaped his lips again in an almost ecstatic sound. To be this close to heaven…

"You told me to come here…" She said once more, as the small ooze of blood trickled down to her shoulder. Blue eyes gave one last startled glance, and then rolled into the back of her head as her whole body collapsed into a dead faint.

With his cat-like reflexes, Erik was there without thought. Long fingers closed around her limp waist, and he hefted her with ease into his arms. He started to carry her back to his house without a second thought. While he made his way, he mused silently.

Why was she back? She didn't seem to be in her right mind… Perhaps an accident? And, where was the young Raoul? Why was he not tending to the wounds that Erik was now granted the privilege of treating? Many things passed through his mind as he made his way back to his home.

Entering, and walking through many rooms, opening doors as they came, he made it fair to the back of the house. He laid the young soprano on a soft bed with clean sheets. Though it had been years since he himself had lain in one of these over his coffin, he kept a few in his house incase… incase his angel should ever need it.

With one deathly pale hand, he smoothed a blond curl out of her face, while his other instantly went to the wound, probing it to see it's seriousness. It was a fairly bad wound. There was indeed the possibility that it had knocked her senseless and caused her to loose her memory….

Erik's brain suddenly seemed to formulate a plan all at once. He had granted her her freedom yes… freedom with the young Raoul who seemed to not be able to take care of her. She hadn't bee gone long at all, and look at what he had already let happen! It was obvious to Erik now that Christine needed him, if only for the moment. Raoul, if he were still alive, would come back for her, Erik was sure of this. It would probably take him a good while, however, to realize where she had gone. In that time, Erik would try to make Christine understand… make her care… One had to look past a face, however deformed.

His golden eyes flashed brilliantly once more, as he made his way into the other room to get the proper materials to dress his angel's wounds.

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AN: So, that's it for the moment, and I really hoped that you liked it. Obviously, I'm trying to keep Erik in character. He's not just going to turn into a wonderfully nice; 'I'm not a murderer, and I'll buy cookies from the girl scouts' type Phantom. He's still a rather insane person… but hopefully, Christine can look past that anyway. Raoul will be brought into the story later (and hopefully I'll be able to keep him in chara as well) Christine's character is rather dazed and befuddled right now, so she is subject to change. It depends on how Erik tries to 'convert' her :-P. I hope you enjoyed this, and the next update awaits a stroke of inspiration on my part, and a little urging on can contact me deathsrequiem07 on Yahoo IM! If you want to speak with me on AOL, please email me, and I'll give out my screen name for that! Suggestions are appreciated, and constructive criticism is like a chocolate cake. :-P Done in the proper way, it can only help my story to grow. Leroux based is harder to write than Gerard Gerik Phantom. Gerik is a sexy beast, and anyone could fall for him… Erik is exactly how Joseph Bouquet described him in the movie 'yellow parchment is his skin, great black hold for a nose…' blah blah. In other words, Erik is still sexy, just for different reasons. (lol, he has great hands, a wonderful voice, and enough passion to make you pass out)… okay. Anyway… yea… Email or IM me with any suggestions, and please don't forget to REVIEW!