Forever Love

Part 2

Through the window he heard and saw everything. Christine fell to the floor in a sobbing heap. After he knew she was asleep he cautiously slipped from his perch and walked toward her sleeping form. He gently picked her up and carried her over to the chaise lounge. Looking around, he spotted a blanket and covered her with it. Her breath was unsteady, her heart racing. She was having a nightmare. Christine began to mumble in her sleep. "Erik please don't leave me. I love you! Erik!" She started crying again, her sobs wracking her small frame. Erik sat next to her on the chaise, his hand lovingly caressing her cheek and jaw line. Instantly, she relaxed, her dream of terror was gone. Without a second thought he began to sing to her.

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation,

darkness stirs and wakes imagination;

silently the senses abandon their defenses.

Christine started humming the tune in her sleep, all the while he still sang.

"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendors

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."

As he sang, Christine woke from her dream and looked at him.

"Erik?" He stopped singing and looked strait into her eyes.

"Christine." They were both frozen on the spot, neither able to move or speak. After an internal silence he spoke.

"I see you received my gift." He said looking at the rose.

"I thought you where dead. Why didn't you tell me?" he stared at the rose as he spoke.

"I was. Dead without you in my life, and I didn't tell you because I thought you were happy without me." Christine nodded, feeling the same thing she felt eight years ago. Love.

"I'm sorry, I..- I…." He silenced her with his finger upon her lips.

"That was in the past, what's done is done. I've forgotten what I could and so should you."

"Erik, there's something you must know."

"And that something is…" Christine thought of how she was going to tell him this, but whether he liked it or not, he must know.

"Do you remember when we made love for the first time?" he smiled at that wonderful memory.

"Yes."

"Well after Don Juan, I found out I was pregnant with Elena." Erik looked wide-eyed at her. Still taking in what had just come out of her mouth.

"I can't be a father, I don't know how."

"You'll learn in time and experience. Erik she needs a father, she is so lonely with no one else but me to play with."

"But how do we tell her?" Christine hadn't thought of how she was going to break it to Elena, but she had to tell her.

"We'll tell her tomorrow." A sudden thought came to her mind.

"Erik, how did you find us?"

"I have my resources."

"E-…Erik,"

"Yes mon ange?" She stood up and sat in his lap as she used to do long ago.

"I'm guessing you know how I make a living." He looked at her, his eyes full of compassion.

"Yes, but why?" Christine sighed.

"I didn't have any other option. Raoul threw me out after I told him I was carrying your child. I had no where else to go, and no way to make a living." Erik's eyes had that red tint to them, which meant he was ready to explode. She smiled at him, trying to ease his mood. His eye immediately lost their red spark, and was replaced with a golden glow. Christine could feel his hot breath on her cheeks, their lips so close to each other's. hesently, she brought her hand to rest on his unmasked cheek.

Erik took in a sharp breath, but relaxed to her touch. She traced his lush lips with her fingers, revaluating in their softness. He kissed each tiny finger as she went on with her ministrations. Christine stopped caressing his lips and face, and slowly brought her lips to his. At first he tensed up but soon relaxed. He immedently wrapped his arms around her waist, his tongue seeking entrance. She eagerly parted her lips, letting his tongue slide inside her mouth. Christine moaned as his tongue ravished her mouth. She quickly removed his mask before he could protest. Erik froze. His mask was gone. Without a second thought, she kissed his marred flesh. He took in a sharp breath as her silky, smooth lips came in contact with his mangled skin. He moaned and leaned into her touch.

"Oh Christine." His desire and longing growing by the minute, as was his erection. Christine felt his arousal and moaned loudly.

"Oh Erik, mon ange!" A smile spread over his features as he broke their passionate kiss.

"Shhh, you'll wake Elena, and I don't think it would go over well trying to explain why her mother is kissing a strange man."

"You're right. Will you stay with me?"

"For as long as I can."

He kissed her again for reassurance.

"I love you Erik."

"I love you too."

Christine was exhausted and fell asleep in his arms, safe and loved for the first time in eight years. He noticed her slow, even breathing, meaning she was asleep. He stood and placed her on the chaise. She looked even more angelic when she slept. Quickly, he wrote her a note and placed it next to her. Not wanting to leave, he kissed her forehead and found his way to the music room. As his fingers came into contact with those ivory keys, music that he had been harboring for so long burst free, pouring out of his soul.

AN: hope you enjoyed that. There is still more to come, and thank you Erik's Chris for my first review! R&R Please!