Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom songs The Music of the Night or The Point of No Return. I also don't own the shouting part of I Remember/ Stranger Than You Dreamt It, which I had to revise for it to make sense. (That should tell you what happens here.)

A/N #1: Okay, since both Cameron and Christine sing here, and I don't want to confuse you, here's how we'll do it - Christine's singing is just italics, Cameron's singing is just bold, and when they sing together, it's bold and italics.

The next morning, when Cameron woke up, he heard the piano being played. He climbed out of bed and walked out of his bedroom to see Christine sat at the piano, playing and singing a song that he'd never heard before.

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses...

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender

Turn your face away
From the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away
From cold, unfeeling light...
And listen to the music of the night...

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar...
And you'll live as you've never lived before...

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight...
The darkness of the music of the night...

Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be...
Only then can you belong to me...

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write...
The power of the music of the night...

You alone can make my song take flight..
.Help me make the music of the...
Night...

When she was finished, he started applauding, which caused her to jolt in surprise and turn to face him while seating, as she hadn't known that he'd been there because she had been so absorbed in the music.

"That was lovely," he breathed. "You're a wonderful singer. Did you write that?"

She shook her head and sighed. "No... a very great man I knew once wrote it."

A look of sadness passed across her face briefly, and then she glanced up at him. "Would you like to sing something with me?" she asked. "We could sing a strange duet, you and I..."

He raised his eyebrows, slightly confused at her strange words, but then he nodded and shrugged. "Sure. What shall we sing?"

"Well," she said, pulling out the sheet music that she'd made for The Point of No Return, "we could sing... this. The great man I knew wrote this as well."

She handed the sheet music to him. "Would you like to sing that?"

He scanned the music over, hummed a few notes, and then shrugged, looking back up at her. "This is fine. I'm ready when you are."

She nodded, then played the piano. He started to sing.

You have come here
In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish, which till now,
Has been silent...
Silent...

I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind, you've already succumbed to me
Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me...

Now you are here with me...
No second thoughts...
You've decided...
Decided...

Past the point of no return...
No backward glances...
Our games of make believe
Are at an end...

Past all thought of if or when...
No use resisting...
Abandon thought and let the dream descend...

What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us?

Past the point of no return...
The final threshold...
What warm, unspoken secrets will we learn
Beyond the point of no return?

You have brought me
To that moment when words run dry...
To that moment when speech disappears into silence...
Silence...

I have come here
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind, I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining defenseless and silent...

Now I am here with you...
No second thoughts...
I've decided...
Decided...

Past the point of no return...
No going back now...
Our passion play
Has now, at last, begun...

Past all thought of right or wrong...
One final question -
How long should we two wait
Before we're one?

When will the blood begin to race?
The sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last,
Consume us?

Past the point of no return...
The final threshold...
The bridge is crossed,
So stand and watch it burn...

We've passed the point of no return...

As they held out the last note, something in Cameron inclined him to move closer to Christine, so he did. Then he impulsively reached out and placed a hand on the cheek that was unmasked.

"No, don't give in!" a voice cried out inside her head, and she knew that the voice represented the logical part of her, but she chose not to listen to it and instead closed her eyes and surrendered.

He placed a hand on her mask.

"No!" the voice screamed hysterically. "He'll be the source of your ruin!"

But she didn't believe the voice. Instead, the part that wanted her to accept Cameron argued against the voice, It's all right... maybe he'll accept me...

When she didn't protest, he pulled the mask off and saw her deformity for the first time.

Once the mask was gone, she heard a gasp of horror and shock come from him.

Angry with herself for letting him do this to her but more so with him for being horrified, she opened her eyes, stood up, and shoved him down on the floor with surprising strength.

"Damn you!" she shouted, covering her deformity with one of her hands. "Why in the world did you do that? You evil demon!"

She yanked down the cover of one of the mirrors with her other hand, removing the hand that was on her face for a moment so that he could once again see the horror that he had revealed. "Is this what you wanted to see?"

Terrified, he stared up at her, not daring to move.

"Curse you!" she continued, growing angrier by the second. "You little lying deceiver! You evil viper! Now you cannot ever be free!"

His eyes widened in shock and he let out a small gasp, feeling as though he was receiving the worst punishment of his life.

"Damn you!" she cried out, suddenly growing weaker as she sank to the floor a few feet away from him. "Curse you..."

Then there was silence. She sat on the floor, tears in her eyes, one of her hands still covering the bad half of her face. He sat not too far away from her, his facial expression a mixture of terror and pity as tears filled his eyes, too.

When she felt that she'd calmed down enough to be frighten him any more she finally glanced at him with a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I have a terrible temper. My father" - she fought back tears at the memory of Erik - "had one, too. I daresay that's where I get mine from. I - I didn't mean to get so angry with you."

He didn't reply, instead beginning to cry tears began to stream down his face. He'd hurt his Angel, therefore committing the worst crime that he could think of, but he couldn't find the words to apologize. So instead he held her mask out to her.

"Thank you," she murmured, taking it from him. Then she turned away and put it back in place.

She rose, taking a deep breath and trying to regain her self-composure, and when she was calmer, she looked down at him, seeing that he was still sitting on the floor.

"Come, we must return," she said to him, extending her hand. "Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you."

He hesitantly took her hand, and she helped him up, leading him over to the gondola. Then, when he was on, she grabbed her cloak and put it on, getting onto the gondola herself, rowing rod in hand, and rowing away.

When they'd returned to the mirror, she opened it, motioning for him to go. He didn't move.

"Go," she commanded, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Now."

Not daring to anger her again and also unable to resist that commanding tone in her voice, he moved away from her, slowly backing away. Then he walked out the door and left, closing it behind him.

She stood there for a moment, looking at the closed door that he had just left out of, then closed the mirror and walked back down to her lair, sobbing the entire way down.

Why? Why did I let Cameron remove my mask? Why didn't I learn from my father's mistakes, and not become Cameron's Angel of Music in the first place? My God, why didn't I just not pay attention to Cameron? Why didn't I shrug him off, say, "Oh, well, he's just another chorister!"?

Well, whatever the reason was, I won't go back to him - ever again.

I won't!

I shall return to what I know and love best - my music, my solitude, and my morphine. Those will solve everything... I'll forget about Cameron and everything involving him soon enough.

Goodbye, Cameron Luc! Hello, morphine!

A/N #2: And back to morphine she goes!