I'm in an especially good mood today (despite of some of the reviews) so I decided to update with this small chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera or anything that is familiar to the story. But the lyrics at the end of the chapter are indeed mine. (yay, mine!)
Chapter Fourteen:

The Beach

The beach Erik took her to was deserted and had a small pier. It was a good thing there were no cameras where they were, she was becoming allergic to them.

He stopped at a small parking lot and Christine got out, taking off her shoes, she hated wearing heels to the beach.

She loved the chilly midnight air, the scent of the ocean always seemed to calm her.

She breathed in the familiar aroma. "This is nice."

"You like it?" He asked his hands in his pockets. She now saw him entirely for the first time and saw that he had changed back into what he was wearing.

Christine nodded. "Father used to have house by the sea. High up on the cliff, he would play and I would sing and dance. I used to pay with my echo. Every time I would sing, the sea would sing back. Father said it was Mama calling me."

"'How sweet."

"Fun while it lasted, too."

Erik sighed. "So how did the auditions go?"

Christine sighed. "I didn't get the part."

"I'm sorry." Erik said.

Christine shrugged her shoulders. "Can't win them all, can you?"

"I guess not," Erik said. "What part did you get?"

Christine laughed. "I'm the bloody understudy again."

Erik smiled. "History seems to repeat itself."

Christine smiled also. "Seems that way."

As they talked, they walked down the beach. Christine listened to everything he said just as he did the same. It felt so natural talking to him, like they had been the best of friends since forever.

Erik had changed so much, that Christine though she wasn't talking to the same person she had been with years before. It was as if she was talking to a normal man, not the mad, obsessed masked genius he was.

He wasn't the man that had killed so many people so many years before. This was a whole different man.

"You haven't like you know-"

Erik looked at her in confusion. "What?"

Christine stopped and put her hands to her throat and started choking dramatically.

"Oh," Erik said looking down at the ground. "No. No more Punjab lassos. I even started a support group on the internet."

Christine looked at him skeptically.

"Joke."

"Oh," Christine said, feeling stupid.

After a while, "I trust your doing well in your studies," he said with authority.

Christine kicked some of the cool sand. "I would make my father proud." She changed the subject. "I love your music."

Erik smiled shyly. It seemed as if no one had told him that.

"I can't be the first to say it," Christine told him. "Everyone loves it, as if the swooning ladies in your audience isn't proof enough."

Erik looked at her, smiling. He seemed to that a lot around her, she did the same. "Everyone says it, but, Christine, your opinion is the only one that matters to me."

Christine turned away to hide her blushing cheeks.

"Christine?"

"Oh, look," Christine pointed to a small pier. "Let's go there."

Erik nodded and they walked there. "I love performing. It's like ecstasy to me. It's so much better than being locked in a booth and singing into a microphone."

"Well, I can't relate that much, but I know what you mean. I love to sing in front of an audience too. It's total freedom."

By then, they had reached the pier and were looking over the side to the moon-reflecting sea.

Christine breathed in the sea and felt completely at peace. She gazed out at silver orb in the ocean and could see Erik in the corner of her eye just looking at her.

Then she looked at Erik. His eyes were looking at her intently with love. They just gazed at each other for a while, pondering the mystery of each other, when Erik took her shoes from her hand and put them on the wooden deck.

He took her left hand and placed it behind his neck, he placed his right hand on her hip and taking her right hand in his left, he began to dance.

Christine smiled as they continued to dance without needing music to guide them. She placed her head on his chest, loving the way he held her. She knew that no harm would come to her as long as she was in his arms.

Almost whispering, he began to sing softly. "Your love has healed me, taught me to feel. In darkness I had hidden, but you taught me it's forbidden. Your beauty is a halo of light, it's inspired my heart to take flight…"

Christine smiled, breathing in the scent of him, dancing under the stars with their secret melody.

Review Responses:
Original Cliche: I don't mean to put her too materialistic but she has to see that some things are better than Erik than they are with Raoul. You'll see why Erik is "too perfect." He is like that for a reason. Muahahaha, okay i'll stop now.
Queen of Perfectionism- I'm not sure what you mean with the whole "miss queen of the sun and sand" but thank you for your reviews.
Thank you all for your wonderful reviews! 135 and coutning! YAY!
Stay for Chapter fifteen: The Suprise.