Kerri and Erik were sprawled on the floor, tangled in crimson colored sheets.

Erik groaned. "Ok, we're going to have to move now. This floor is going to kill my back."

Kerri smiled, wrapping herself in a sheet and walking out to the balcony.

"No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy, no dreams within her heart but dreams of love…"Kerri sang the words softly, humming to herself.

"And where, my dear, did you hear that?" Erik murmured, rising and hugging her from behind.

"A wonderful opera by the name of Don Juan Triumphant. Have you heard of it?"

"No, I can't say that I have."

"Oh. Well, it's absolutely awe-inspiring. There's a copy of it on the piano."

"Why don't you ell me how it ends?" Erik kissed her bare shoulders, reveling in her scent.

"Well, after defeating the commander Don Fernando, Don Juan invites his daughter, the beautiful lady Aminta to dinner, where he plans to seduce her."

"Because Don Juan is famous for his sexual prowess." Erik interjected.

"Of course. So anyway, on the night of said seduction, he happens to pass by a statue of the now dead commander, and mockingly invites it to dinner. Much to Aminta's and Don Juan's shock, the cursed statue shows up at the appointed time. He tricks Don Juan into grabbing his hand, and begins dragging him down to Hell. However, Aminta begs for his life, claiming she loves him. Of course, Don Juan is taken aback by her declaration, but admits that he loves her as well. Seeing that their love for one another is pure, the statue of Don Fernando agrees to let him live."

"That's not how my story ends." Erik pointed out.

"Well, that's how my story ends." She sighed. "And I prefer mine over yours."

"Of course you do."

"Although, The Point of No Return is still my favorite song."

Erik twirled a small box in his hand behind his back. He had retrieved it from his coat pocket when she wasn't looking, and had been contemplating on whether or not to give it to her. Their comfortable silence was reassuring.

"Kerri, I wanted to ask you something. Your ordeal with the Duke put me off, but after that situation with your brother…"

"Just ask, Erik. Neither of us are getting any younger." She turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking straight into his eyes.

"Marry me." He showed her the box, and the ring inside of it. Kerri gasped.

"Oh my God! Erik…Erik, this is gorgeous!"

"Well, I'm glad you like it." She hadn't said yes yet, which made him slightly nervous. He was sure he would die if another woman rejected him.

The ring was silver, with a marquise cut diamond in the center. It was surrounded by smaller diamonds, giving it the appearance of a flower. There were even tiny diamonds encrusted into the band. Two carats, at least. In other words, more money than she was worth.

"Oh Erik, I can't wear this." She shook her head. "It's too much money."

"Money means nothing to me." He assured her.

"I really don't know what to say." Kerri felt a little light headed. She had never felt so happy in her life.

"Please just say yes."

She bit her lip, slowly putting the ring on. It fit perfectly, and it looked exquisite on her.

"Erik, this really is too much."

"Never for you."

She held his face in her hands, and he suddenly had this overwhelming feeling that she was going to say no. His stomach dropped.

"Of course I will marry you, Erik."

She stood on her tip toes to kiss him, but he picked her up, spinning her around. She wrapped her legs around him tightly.

Never knew I could feel like this…

Erik sang softly when they broke.

Like I've never seen the sky before.
I want to vanish inside your kiss,
every day I'm love you more and more.

"Erik, Raoul will hear." Kerri chided.

Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
It's telling me to give you everything!
Seasons may change, winter to spring,
but I love you, until the end of time.

He raised his voice, so that it resonated in the room, and out to the garden below.

Come what may!
Come what may!
I will love you until my dying day!

Kerri was shocked at his serious disregard for the fact that her brother wanted to chop him up into little pieces, or what would happen if he found them.

However, if he was willing to break the rules, she would too.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place,
suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace.

She smiled. The words were coming to her naturally, and it felt wonderful.

Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste,
it all revolves around you.
And there's no mountain too high,
so river too wide,
sing out this song I'll be there by your side!
Storm clouds may gather,
and stars may collide…

They sang beautifully together, harmonizing with each others voices. Erik thought he could die; Kerri didn't want to.

"But I love you…" Erik murmured.

"…I love you…" She whispered back.

…Until the end of time.

Come what may!

Come what may!

I will love you until my dying day!

Raoul watched in horror from the garden as his younger sister fell prey to this Phantom.

They were wrapped in sheets; they'd made love.

His stomach turned at the thought. How had this happened? The snow storm had stopped, thankfully, and he had gone out for a walk to clear his head. What he'd found was far from it. It seemed that this man was keen on tearing his family apart.

He had actually been prepared for an attempt to steal Christine, but finding Kerri in his arms was almost too much. He would find a way to rid the world of this beast, he swore that to himself as he returned to his room, where Christine was waiting.

She sat on the bed, leaning against the head board. She was absentmindedly chewing on her thumbnail, staring blankly at the wall, silent tears staining her face. She had slowly come to the realizations that the voices she had heard were real, and that Kerri had deceived her. Raoul kissed her forehead.

"I promise I will take you away from here as soon as our house is ready." He whispered.

"I know you will, Raoul." She faked a smile.

"I just…I just can't believe this. How could this possibly have happened? Our troubles are supposed to be over. Instead, they're just beginning."

"My God who is this man, who hunts to kill? I can't escape from him, I never will. And in this labyrinth, where night is blind, the Phantom of the Opera is here…." She whispered, slowly closing her eyes.

After a minute, she grabbed Raoul's hand.

"Maybe we should leave them be."

"Pardon?" Raoul's mind didn't seem to accept what she was saying.

"If we pursue him, we're only giving him what he wants."

"Christine, he's in my house, seducing my baby sister even! I daresay he's close to achieving his goal without our help."

"The Phantom of the Opera is a ghost, Raoul. Ghosts can't exist if you don't believe."

"Christine, he's not just a ghost anymore. He's very real."

"He has always been real, Raoul! But he's relied on his Phantom, his alter ego, to keep everyone afraid."

"So then we'll just turn him into a man."