Hello everyone! Thank you for all the great reviews! It really helps me be a better writer. So as a reward I will give you this super long chapter! Yay! Chapter Five:

The Little Favor

After she got the money, she went to Wal-Mart Supercenter, the closest and cheapest grocery store she knew, she bought food by the bulks. She didn't know when she was going to have that much money again so she took the opportunity and tried to stock up as best as she could. She tried not to go over one hundred.

Satisfied, she pushed her little cart ahead of her and went to check-out passing the CD's. She glanced at the top ten and passed it quickly. Then she stopped in her tracks and looked again at the CD at number one.

Because there he was, in black and white, the man she had met the day before.

Christine ran to the shelf of the CD and took it in her hands. It was him. It had to be. Only in the photo he wasn't wearing the sunglasses. She could see his eyes a very clear gray. His eyebrows were dark and pensive. His hair was long and he was wearing a black shirt that showed off his chest, including a chain around his neck. He was also wearing black leather pants with a microphone stand in his hands.

Oh, shit, he's a rock star.

But what caught her attention the most was the name of the album. In fancy script it said, "Erik Destler: My Juliet."

Christine stared at it confused. It said Erik right there, for her to see. She had never known Erik's last name, she didn't know if that man was indeed her Angel Of Music.

They looked so much alike, except of course that the Phantom had half his face deformed so badly that his mother hated him from the start and sold him to the circus. But this man on the CD, he had no deformity, he flaunted his good looks in a way that her Phantom never would.

Christine looked at the names of the songs. My Juliet, Sorrow, Beauty, The Abyss, Alone, The Siren, Jealousy, Passion, In the Night, Rage, Untouchable, Savior and Dark Desire.

It was almost all of the seven deadly sins.

Christine just stared at it until she had to blink in order to wet her eyes.

She had to find out who that man was. In the checkout line she paid for everything. The girl at the cash register said, "You too, huh? Seems like Destler's CD is hot. Everyone wants to buy it."

Christine nodded and when she finished ringing everything up, she thanked her. She then asked for a cab to take home and put away the groceries. She placed the CD in her messenger bag and walked the six blocks to the body repair shop. She convinced herself she needed the exercise.

She paid the one hundred and fifty dollars that she had to pay and took her car to work where she would work the double shift. She knew she would be there until at least ten. She was glad that she slept a full night the night before, regardless of the fact that she had a fight with Raoul that could have cost them their relationship.

At least, she thought, it was until ten. That was until Heidi asked her for a 'little favor.'

"Could you drive up to Camarillo and give this to Jack?"

Christine looked at he, her jaw dropping open. "Camarillo? Are you nuts? That has to be more than an hour drive."

"Please, Christine," Heidi pleaded. "Tomorrow is the only time I get to spend with my kid. I don't want him to see me all tired or anything. I was going to take him to the fair."

Christine sighed and took the manila envelope. "Your favors will kill me one of these days, Heidi."

Heidi didn't say another word, as she closed down the shop, Christine got into her car and drove to Camarillo. She reached over to the glove compartment and took out the CD she had bought earlier. She put it in the CD player and waited to hear the music.

She had never heard music like that in her life. She had never liked rock, she thought it was too loud but this music changed her opinion drastically. There was rock but it was so different. The guitar strummed away, it's exhilarating chords taking her away to a different world. The drums beat to their timing, the music seemed surreal, especially when she heard the orchestra in the background.

She could hear them all, the cellos, the basses, the violins, the flutes, the trumpets… It was all so beautiful, the music was intoxicating, the beat contagious and the words provocative.

She turned up the stereo a bit to hear the words. The man's voice was soothing, and dark, yet so familiar.

"Rich desire when I see your face
It'll make the pain erase
Infinite dreaming when I see you
You make my world seem new
My heart once protected
Your love has now affected
I'll see you in my dreams
Where my heart will scream."

Christine leaned closer. His voice was so full of longing and hurt.

"I need you with me
Together we will be
Princess of lust
When will you learn to trust?
Yearning to at last have
You in my arms
You left me alone
On my music throne
Abandoned by you
Now I know it was just a ruse."

There was a guitar solo and Christine could have sworn he was talking about her. Maybe it was Erik after all.

"But you are the Aphrodite to my soul
Taunting the very heart that you stole
Goddess of Mischief, Vixen of song,
Your love is empty but my heart is strong
But it doesn't matter now
For I will take you in my arms
Embrace you, protect you, love you,
All I want is to have you
You are my Juliet,
the girl that muses sing
For Romeo said, "It is the east and Juliet the sun,"
You are that to me, only the darkness is what I need."

Christine could hear a violin growing with intensity and there was something about it that made her long for….something.

"I'll wait for you till the century's twilight
To sleep with you through midnight."

He couldn't be talking about her, could he? She shook her head. She needed to stop being so paranoid.

She reached Camarillo in no time and when she reached the store, there was only one man inside. She went inside and saw that the man –Jack- was already waiting for her.

"Where's Heidi?"

Christine sighed. "Something about going home early to be with her kid tomorrow."

Jack laughed. "Heidi doesn't have a kid. You fell for that one? You must be a rookie."

Christine looked heavenward. "This is unbelievable."

Jack laughed again and patted her on the back. "It happens to the best of us."

Christine laughed bitterly as she walked back to the front to her car. "Yeah, right."

Cursing Heidi a thousand times she made her way back to Los Angeles, letting the CD blast through the speakers. Well, at least she tried to make it back to Los Angeles.

About five miles away from the nearest town, her car began to sputter.

This had happened to her before. The car ran out of gas.

Christine began to say every word in the book, there was none that matched her fury.

It seemed as if when they were fixing her car, they messed with the fuel gauge. So it read full when it was in fact, very empty. At least she had enough fuel to park to the side of the road.

Christine banged her fists on the steering wheel.

All at once, it seemed to start drizzling.

Christine looked out her window. "Oh, shit. Please don't get any worse."

Then as if things couldn't get any worse, it began to pour.

Christine placed her forehead against the skinny steering wheel. "This is not happening to me." Sighing she looked at the ceiling of the car. "What did I do to deserve this?"

She turned on the light, reached to the passenger seat and took her messenger bag to her lap. She took out everything she could find, hoping there was a card of her insurance card, anything.

She looked at her phone. Maybe she could call Raoul. He would help her.

She dismissed the thought. He would probably help her as soon as a meeting was over. Meg couldn't help her, because she lived in New York. Dustin didn't have a car, it was out of the question.

There was no one to help her. She banged on the steering wheel. "Damn it!" The car honked, making her jump and squeal in fear. She whined as she placed her forehead on the steering wheel again. "What am I going to do?"

She looked over at her phone again and saw a small note. She picked it up and read it.

She closed her eyes in relief. It was Mr. Destler's number. Maybe he could help her. He seemed very friendly the day before. Rock star or not. Right then, she wasn't thinking about her Angel of Music, Erik or anyone else. She needed to get off the road before someone gets to her and rapes her or something. And she was starting to freak out by the way the car swayed every time that a speeding car passed by.

Making up her mind, she punched in the number.

Christine bit her lip and waited for someone to pick it up. After two rings, there was nothing. She sighed. She had been so stupid. Why he would he want to help her anyways?

Just as she was about to hang up, someone answered the phone. It was a man.

"Hello?"

Christine closed her eyes. Regretting immediately she was calling. She sighed. "Mr. Destler? It's me Chris-"

"Christine!" He seemed so happy to hear her, which made her mood lift up. But something puzzled her, she didn't tell him her name. She shook her head. Maybe she had but didn't remember. "How are you?"

"Uh," she said, doodling a design on the steering wheel with her finger. "G-good, actually. And yourself?"

"I am fine, thank you for asking."

"Uh." She was stuttering, something that she didn't like to do. "W-well, I'm in a little jam."

"What is it?" he sounded truly concerned and it brought Christine some relief. At lease someone cared about her.

"Uh, well you see, I was coming back from Camarillo and I kind of ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere. I didn't know who else to call and I'm terribly sorry that I have to put you in this position. And it's raining and-"

"Tell me where you are and I will be there immediately."

Christine closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. She told him exactly where she was.

"I shall be there in less than twenty minutes."

That was all he said before he hung up. She was so grateful for him that she didn't care that he lied about being there in twenty minutes. It would take him at least forty to get there.

She put the CD on again and listened until she saw headlights turn to the car and a car door close. He was there, to her rescue, like an Angel.

Okay, I don't know how far Camarillo is from Los Angeles. I live in Puerto Rico and have never been to California. If there's anyone out there that can help me, I would REALLY appreciate it. Please! Okay, you know the drill!
Thank you again for all the reviews! They really mean a lot to me! before i forget, i made a mistake earlier in chapter one and two. It has been three years since the Phantom left and Christine is a sophmore in UCLA. okay, so that's it. Hope yuo enjoyed it!
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