A/N: I have reached 50 on my reviews this calls for celebration!!! Thanks to all who reviewed. In order to mark this event, I will write another chapter. Sorry I took so long, I went back to school and they loaded me down with a whole bunch of useless assignments so I have been doing those. And another thing I should mention is that I had some writer's block and I was thinking of how I was going portray the rest of this story.

Disclaimer: Don't own it unfortunately; if I did the ending would not be the way it is now…

Chapter VI-Down Again the Memory Lane

The rest of the week passed by uneventfully. To Christine it felt like forever since she had seen him. His absence has such an impact on her days and she felt like half of her was missing. She had reread all of the letters she ever received from him. She kept looking in the mirror and gently calling out for him, but sadly he didn't answer.

Trying to keep back the tears, Christine traced the edges of the mirror. The coolness of the glass made her shiver. Suddenly her fingers hit something of curiosity, she had found the latch. Her mind whirled and thoughts of traveling down to his lair crossed her mind. Hesitantly she made sure that her dressing room door was locked, and then drew up the courage to open the mirror and walk in.

A wave of cold chilled air swept her body. The stilled darkness scared her but also extraordinarily comforted her. She felt around for the way as she had done several times before. This time he wasn't there to guide her down. 'It would be a miracle if I make it down to the lake,' she thought.

As she was making her way, an arising sensation came over her. Christine lost track of time and her mind began to drift, to the time when he first revealed to her, his very existence.

"Angel?"

"I'm here, my dear." His voice was gentle and calm. "Shall we begin your lesson?"

"Angel, I am so frightened." She whimpered her raw emotion.

His voice turned to concern. It was so unlike her to declare it, she often just articulated it through her expressions. Uncertainly he asked, "What is it that you are afraid of?"

She shifted her weight, and bit her lip. Unsure of how to properly phrase it. "I…I do not know really. I've just been hearing things about strange occurrences around the Opera Popularie. I am frightened."

"Do not be, child." He paused, "Nothing will happen to you, I promise. You are under my watch now."

She had a curious look on her face. It was almost as if she needed him to comfort her further.

"Christine, what would you say to a change in location for today's lesson?" She opened her mouth to question, but he swiftly continued, "I wonder, if you would like to see where I live?"

"I didn't know angels had Earthly homes. I would love to."

He told her to look at herself in her full-length mirror. She glanced and slowly saw a black figure of a man with a white porcelain mask covering half his face. Any normal person would have thought this situation odd but over her an easing sensation came. For a moment she wondered how thin the borderline dividing reality from fantasy really was, if standing before her was an angel, in flesh and blood.

Christine started feeling as if she had been transported into a dream as soon as she stepped through the mirror. She felt a gloved hand take her own. The mirror gradually closed behind them.

The further they went down the pathway, the darker it got. The only thing that kept her going was the arm that was leading her. He handed her a lantern to able her to see where she went.

There was a long drawn out silence between them. Each was consumed in their own thoughts. Christine tried to absorb every detail of her Angel's form, from what she saw by the weak light. He was slightly taller than she was, and had nice broad shoulders. He wore a large, heavy black cloak, which moved with his graceful steps. She was on his left side, which when she looked at his facial features, they were unhidden by the apparent mask. To her, he seemed very attractive; she wondered why he wore that pearly white mask. 'Surely, the rest of him couldn't be that bad.' She thought curiously.

She snuck a glance at his eyes. They were ice cold and revealed no emotion whatsoever. Somewhat disappointed, she focused back on the ground ahead of her.

It felt like they have been walking for miles. Suddenly a lake came into view. On this lake was a gondola that one could easily guess its purpose. He untied it and helped her in, then got in himself to start poling to the other side. Christine stared absentmindedly into the water. For a minute, she thought she saw a woman with ravishingly dark hair that floated all around her body, and it was apparent that this woman was not wearing any form of clothing. Curiously she looked up at her angel who answered her silent question, "That is the Siren."

She looked back down again and there was nothing but murky water. The portcullis that slowly began to lift suddenly distracted her. The sight of his lair coming into view amazed her. Stunned by its beauty, and trying desperately to take it all in, she stared with astonishment. To her, this place was the next best thing to Heaven.

A/N: I don't know what to make of this chapter. Sorry it took so long to start the ideas going again but I have sort of now more details worked out of the general plotline. By the way if you haven't figured it out by this point, the italics are flashbacks of Christine's memory. This one was their first trip down to his lair no doubt. If you'll keep reviewing, I'll keep updating…