Yay! Reviews! Woohoo! --Does the dance of joy-- Okay, so here's the chapter everyone has been waiting for. Muahahaha! Okay I'll stop. Okay, hope that this chapter answers some questions...for now. Chapter Six:

Confession

She turned off the CD quickly and stuffed it into her messenger bag. She didn't want him to know that she knew who he was. She put everything valuable from the car into her messenger bag, knowing that Mr. Destler that was there.

Her suspicions were answered when she heard a knock on the window. She instantly recognized the shadow and when she got out, she saw that he was wearing all black again and he had an umbrella.

She had forgotten how good looking he was and how much he looked like Erik. The picture on the CD didn't do him justice but it wasn't as if she could see all of him. It was dark and she couldn't see all of his face just the outline.

The outline reminded her so much of-

"Are you all right?" he asked.

Christine nodded. "Yeah, peachy."

As Christine locked the door to her car, Mr. Destler said. "I made some calls and a friend of mine is coming to get your car. He'll make sure it's in proper working order."

Christine smiled at his kindness. "Thank you. But all it needs is gas."

He shook his head and led her to the passenger side of the black Lexus.

He must have left the Lamborghini at home with the Porsche and Rolls Royce, she thought. It wasn't as if he couldn't afford it.

When she got in, he closed the door and walked to his side, closing his umbrella.

He got inside quickly and started the car. Without a moment's hesitation the car shot out and they began to go on their way to Los Angeles.

Christine sighed and put her seat belt on. "Thank you, Mr. Destler. Really, I can't thank you enough. It's really nice of you to come all the way out here-"

"Think nothing of it," he said smiling. "I'm glad you called me and didn't decide to go walking by yourself to the next town by yourself in the rain."

Christine laughed a little. "I'm crazy but not that crazy."

He gave a crooked smile.

"I was going to call almost everyone I know but I knew that they couldn't get to me. Actually, I don't know a lot of people."

"In the end, why did you call me?"

Christine answered this one truthfully. "I found the card you gave me yesterday and decided to call you. I sincerely hope I didn't disturb you."

He shook his head. "Not to worry. I will be here when you need me."

They sat in silence almost the whole ride, when they were in city limits, he began to talk about the weather and current events. She found herself looking at him like never before only because now, she was looking at the left side of his face.

The Phantom only showed his left side and now Christine could see how they closely resembled. The same bone structure, the same dark hair, al though Mr. Destler had it longer than Erik.

And his voice. The voice that at one point in her life was the only thing that brought her comfort. He had it all. He was him. There was no doubt in her mind.

He said something that made both laugh, it was him. She saw it in his laugh and his smile and the way his eyes seemed to light up. It was like the first time she had seen him. When he had taken her down to the labyrinth for the first time. It had to be. There was no doubt in her mind who he was.

But she had to ask in order to find out. She mustered the courage and turned to him. She had to look at his reaction. She asked him the one question that had been haunting her ever since she met him.

"Erik?" she asked him.

He didn't seem to mind that she had cut him off from what he was saying. It was the first time she had called him by his first name.

His eyes veered off the road and looked at her. "Yes?"

She knew that if it wasn't him, he'd send her off to the loony bin faster than she could blink.

She bit her bottom lip. This was it, it was now or never. "Are you my Angel of Music?"

He didn't say anything at all. He looked back to the road and gripped the steering wheel even tighter.

Christine kept looking at him. "Erik?" Softly she whispered, "Angel?"

He looked at her and smiled. "It's me, Christine Your Angel of Music."

Christine blinked. So it was him. How could he not immediately tell her? Christine put her back to the sear and her breathing became difficult.

She could feel her heart pounding under her chest, the pulse in her pinky fingers. She hadn't been that scared since…

In her mind, she was teleported back to the dark maze under the auditorium. She could see the chandelier fall, Joseph hanging, Raoul with a noose around his neck…

She put her hand to her chest. She remembered when he made her choose between Raoul and him.

"I thought you had forgotten about me."

Christine looked at him in disbelief. "I could never forget you," she said out of breath. "Or what you have done."

He looked at her in confusion. "Christine?"

She couldn't stay with him in the car, despite the rain. She couldn't stay in a small space alone with him. His presence was too strong.

"Pull over."

"What?"

"Can you just pull over, please?"

"Christine, we're not even in Westwood."

"Just pull over," she snapped in anger.

He pulled the car over and she took the messenger bag at her feet, slung it over her shoulder and went out into the rain. They were parked right next to the park and Christine decided she would take her chances with the park than with Erik.

She at first started to walk but when she heard Erik call her back, she was compelled to run.

But he caught up with her and ran in front of her. "Christine, hold on. Let me explain."

She crossed her arms but didn't stop. "Explain what?"

He was about to say something but she continued.

"Did you follow me and Raoul? How did you know I was here?"

"Christine, please, I didn't know you would be here, I swear."

"Bullshit," Christine said moving around him and continuing into the park. Her boots would click against the cement and stone walk, the only sound apart from the wind and thunder. "You probably set up the meeting yesterday. Spilled the coffee on purpose."

"No, that was an accident."

"More bullshit," she told him. "You've probably had this planned since the beginning."

"I swear, it was not my fault. It was all coincidence. Christine, will you just stop? You know I would never lie to you."

Christine stopped. She knew it was somehow true. She could feel the rain going into her socks in her boots.

"Christine, it wasn't me. I had nothing to do with it. I saw you but I thought you had forgotten all about me. You said my name and I thought you knew me from my music. I didn't think you'd recognize me, so I just helped you out."

Christine looked at him skeptically.

"Why don't you believe me?" he asked almost pleading.

Christine looked at him right at his eyes. "I don't trust you."

He gave a weak smile and sighed. "There was a time when I was the only one you trusted."

Christine nodded. "Yeah, I know. Then you lied to me, used me-"

"I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am." He then sighed again. "There is nothing I value most in the world than your trust. I want to make it up to you. Come with me to dinner tomorrow."

Christine could only stare at him. "Are you serious?"

"I am," Erik nodded. "Christine, I want to regain your trust. Its just dinner, if after that you don't ever want to see me again, I'll understand."

Christine looked at him doubtful.

"All your questions will be answered. All of them."

Christine had to make one thing clear, so she used her finger for emphasis. "No funny business. I'm still in love with Raoul."

He didn't flinch or anything. "You have my word. I'm sure you two are planning on getting married."

It was a good thing she had her left hand on her messenger bag and she was pointing with her right. She didn't want him to see they were having problems. No ring this far into the relationship would obviously mean that they were having trouble. "Fine, then," she said agreeing.

He shrugged. "Okay."

"Fine."

They were silent for a long time. Then Christine gazed at the right side of his face. She took a step forward as if asking for permission and lightly placed the hair that was in his face behind his ear.

She lightly touched his skin, traced his eyebrow, his cheekbone and his jaw. It was so hard to believe that he was the same man that had put his fate on the auditorium and the people in it. He was so deformed, but now, he was breathtaking.

She could see his eyes clearly now under the streetlamp, there were no sunglasses he could hide behind. She had never forgotten his eyes, the azure eyes that when she last saw them were full of tears and heartbreak.

He didn't move, he didn't close his eyes like the first night. He made no indication that he was in love with her.

"Erik," she whispered. "How did you-"

He took her hand and put it to her side. "Tomorrow we shall talk."

Ooooh! What's going to happen during the dinner? Well, I know but you guys are just going to have to wait. So everyone now knows that it is Erik, right? What happened in that three year gap I will leave to your imagination until I update. I have been writing like crazy and am now up to chapter fifteen. Give me some reviews and I will let you guys catch up with me! Yay! Okay, one little thing. I'm glad that you guys liked the lyricsof My Juliet,I despise rhyming but found that it was necessary that I put some songs in there, just so you guys know how Erik is feeling. More songs are yet to come. If you guys want to know the kind of music that Erik composes now I sugest youlisten to Nightwish, which is kind of the same thing. I just love that band. I believe that rock is very powerful music. It can be beautiful and touching but angry and passionate the next.
Okay, here's some review responses:
DaydreamingTurtle-I'm glad that you liked the lyrics, they are meant to be entincing, seducing provoking ... okay I'll stop. This is not the end of Christine's suffering! Muahahaha. Thank you for your reviews!
PhantomoftheBandroom-I hadn't taken into consideration what kind of car she drives. But I know it will be an old Jetta. The ones before the new ones.
El loopy-The reason that he had grey eyes were because the CD cover was in black and white, including the picture.
VanillaLime- Thank you!
Arwen1604- I think a lot of the readers here will agree with you on that one. --thinks of CD cover, fans herself with a piece of paper-- Whoa.
speechdisappearsintosilence- I could totally see the Phantom as a rock star.
Asia1st- Heidi's a new character.
Kchan88- oh yeah...
Emanuelle Grey- Thank you so much for the comment on the lyrics, I do have trouble rhyming and helping things make sense in poems. I don't rhyme, I'm afree spirit (nah, i'm just lazy)
Elvenwriter & KillerVeggies- All will be revealed soon.
okay guys, next chapter: The Note
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