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Alright…reposted chapter so you can hopefully see the pics this time…and like I said, I will respond to reviews in pt 2…

Chapter 34 (Part 1)

Mon Drake

Erik sighed and wrapped his cloak around him tighter. He had been walking in the miserable weather for nearly two hours, simply thinking everything over. He had left Jen just sitting there. He hoped she was alright. He also hoped Christine was alright. Strangely, he had somehow gotten his mind off that horrid game of Jen's. And, he found himself staring at the ruins of the Parisian Opera House. The sight of his kingdom made tears come to his eyes. What had he done? He had destroyed one of the most beautiful buildings he had ever seen. He had destroyed a building that was not only his home, but home to hundreds of others. Others who were now like Jen and Gabby- alone and homeless. And, it was his fault. He would have to live with that for the rest of his life.

With a weary sigh, Erik turned away from the haunting ruins of a building that a ghost had destroyed and began to walk back to the inn. As he walked he passed a small shop and stopped inside to get out of the cold. While inside he walked about. "Can I help you sir?" a woman asked. Erik was about to say no, then thought better of it. "Actually, I want a gift for my…" He trailed off, unsure what to say. What was Jen's relation with him? Were they lovers or merely friends? He knew she wanted to be lovers, but he wasn't sure what he wanted. "I see." The clerk said. "Perhaps I can help."

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Jen sighed again. She was bored, so bored. Erik had been gone for far too long. She was beginning to wonder if he would come back. She had nothing to do, and the silence was driving her to the end of her sanity. Just as she was about to get out of the bed and walk about- which Erik had forbidden- there was a noise outside the door. Then it opened, revealing a very blue Phantom. "Cold outside?"

"It is winter in Paris-what do you think?" Erik asked, setting the package he was carrying down and removing his snow-soaked cape. "I would say so, since you are shivering. What's in the box?" Erik smiled and handed it to her. "I must say, I do not know much about giving gifts Jen. Enjoy." She looked at it. "Chocolate?"

"Yes. I thought every woman liked chocolates…" Erik looked afraid that she didn't like it. Jen was smiling at the box. "No, it isn't that- I am a freaking chocoholic! I love chocolate! But, the fact that you bought me something…does this mean that we are 'lovers'?"

"I never said that…however there is a potential…" Erik said with some hesitating. Jen smirked at him. "I see. And, I will accept that answer. But right now-" she sneezed rather violently-"Damn cold! Sorry 'bout that, as I was saying, right now you should get into some warmer clothes." Erik smiled. "Indeed I should. It would seem that I have very few warm clothes about the room though, would you not agree?"

Jen looked around and frowned. "So it would seem…I say that as soon as you let me out of this bed we go shopping for some. Since, as you know, most of my wardrobe was destroyed after that fateful performance of Don Juan. In my haste I forgot to pack some extra outfits…"

"I know." Erik agreed. He began removing his shirt which was also soaked from the snow which was still coming down. "Erik…" the percussionist was watching, mesmerized in that phan-girlish way. "Erik!"

The Phantom looked up. "Yes?"

"Please don't change here…" Jen attempted a grin. "It is er…dangerous…for my health…" He gave her a strange look, shrugged, then grabbed some extra clothing and went into the bathroom. Jen sighed, slightly disappointed that she had sent him away. But she knew that even at whatever age she was in this time- 22 or 23 she thought, she would probably just glomp him to death. Erik returned a few moments later in a clean shirt, and Jen figured he had been out shopping at one point or another while she had been unconscious. Scratch that- she knew he had been, where else had the new, black half mask come from. Erik took a seat on the chair across from her. "I'm sorry, I forgot for a moment that you were here…it was improper, I know."

"Not that…you are just to hot…" Jen muttered. "What?" he asked. "I said, you still look cold, you can sit over here where it is warmer…" Erik raised an eyebrow, not quite believing her, but stood. "Alright, I will." He sat on the edge of the bed, far from Jen, and looked at her. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You don't trust me?"

"Not a bit." He smiled at her teasingly. "Because you are quite a predator…at least when it comes to men." Jen laughed. "I know I am. Especially masked men…grawr…" Erik laughed. "Seriously, come here! I won't rape you!" Jen said, grinning.

"Alright, alright." The Phantom scooted closer and lay back, staring at the ceiling. He was still at least six inches away from Jen. She pouted. "You don't like me."

"What?" he turned to give her a strange look. "I said, you don't like me! You won't sit next to me, even though we are both freezing!" Erik sighed. "It isn't proper."

"Screw proper- I'm from the future! Sitting close isn't improper there." Jen said matter of factly. Erik sighed. "Alright, alright…" He moved closer so that Jen could lay her head on his chest. "This feels odd." He muttered, playing with her hair. "But I like it." Jen said softly. "You know, you are gonna have to get used to this. I plan on being close. As in, gasp, touching!"

"The horror." Erik replied. "I know." Jen was grinning up at him. "You know, I like this." She said after a long pause. "I mean, I have never really known anything like this. You are…well…the first guy I have ever really been close to. At least, as anything closer than a friend." She reached up to remove the mask and his hand stopped her. "Erik?"

"Please…don't…" he asked softly. "Erik, it is me, Jen. I have seen you without it…let me take it off." Jen asked gently. She knew he was regressing. He wanted so much to be with Christine. Sometimes. Other times he wanted to be with her. It was confusing.

Again the percussionist reached for the black leather, and this time he let her remove it. The air of the room had changed, Jen noted. A few moments before they had been joking, and now they were serious. It was always like that with Erik. One minute fun, the next…not. She liked it that way most of the time. With a smile she tossed the mask across the room and moved her face closer to his. "Jen…" Erik said softly. He reached up to brush back a stray piece of her messy brown hair. "I…"

"Shhhh…" Jen hushed, placing a finger to his lips. Smiling, she replaced the finger with her own lips and wrapped and arm around him. The broke for air, then Erik pulled her back down again, more passion this time. He felt something for her, but he wasn't sure what. "Jen…Jen…what am I to call you other than Jen?" he asked. "I can't call you my Angel."

"Nor would I want you to." Jen said with a smile. Another kiss. "So, what shall I call you?" Erik asked. "I do not know. What am I to you, Erik?"

"One of the most beautiful women I have ever seen."

Jen scoffed and laughed. She was sure she was blushing slightly, and knew that if it was it would be rather visible- she was quite pale. "Don't try that crap on me. I don't buy it."

"It is true. You could be an angel." Erik said, eyes glowing with adoration. This is new, Jen thought, maybe he is forgetting her. "And, it makes me wonder…why would an angel love a demon?"

"Christine was the angel, and angels can not live underground, Erik. But, I am no angel. I am a dragon. And dragons live in caves." She smiled at him, grinning at her analogy. Erik gave her a strange look, but smiled anyway. "So am I to call you Mon Dragon?"

"Non. It sounds odd…lemme think…dragon…you could call me a drake…drakes are dragons…typically flightless…mon drake…" Jen mused. Erik kissed her again. "Mon drake." Jen grinned when he said it. "Does this mean we are together?" she asked.

"If you want it to." Erik replied. Jen snuggled up next to him. "You know Erik, it is rather cold in here…"

"Don't even think it." He told her, and she pouted playfully. "You know you want me."

"Not in that way." Erik replied simply. Jen ran a hand along his neck and down his chest. "You know you want me…"

Erik rolled his eyes. He sighed. "Jen…stop…please…" his voice sounded…pained, Jen noticed. She grinned. "I told you." Her hand moved further down and he stopped her. "I told you…" he hissed, removing her hand from his leg. They looked at each other for a brief moment. Then Erik pulled her to him and kissed her with a passionate fury that Jen did not know he had in him. They broke then met again, and again. "Still cold?" Jen asked breathlessly.

"Not at all…" Erik replied, equally out of breath. He pulled her into another kiss, and Jen found her hand roaming his chest once again, moving beneath the white shirt to feel Erik's well-built form underneath. Erik made no move to stop her, his own hands finding their way along her sides. He rolled her beneath him and she made no move to stop him. The Phantom's shirt began to slip from his shoulders as Jen played with it, and their lips rarely left each other. Erik began to move from her mouth to her cheeks and then neck, and Jen let herself be swept away. Just as they were about to get more…intimate…Erik turned away. "Erik?" Jen asked with concern, her hand on his now bare shoulder, the shirt he had just changed into on the floor.

"Please…" he said softly, voice close to breaking down. "Erik…I didn't mean to…I…"

"It isn't you, Jen…it is…" he was crying, she could tell. "What is it?" Jen asked, concern heavy in her voice. "Erik?"

"I…almost…I have never…Christine…" he did not turn around to her. Jen sighed. "Tell me…everything…"

"I can't." his voice was a whisper. "Erik, if you want I will tell you about me first. But, we have to know more about each other. I can't tell you who I was, but I can tell you who I am. As in, who Jen is since I ended up here."

"If you wish…" his voice was still soft, Jen felt him shaking as he cried and embraced him comfortingly. "Alright, then I will."

To Be Continued…

Author's Note- Alright, I know that it isn't finished and the cliffy was horrible! But, this chapter is LONG…like, seriously, this is only half…maybe less…and I really wanted to update! So, I will try to get the rest up ASAP…until then- tell me what you think!

In the meantime…I have some pics! gasp The first is found here:

http/ www . deviantart . com / deviation / 30597758/

It is Jen, from the story…if anyone was wondering what she looks like…and the other is Erik and Jen (from this chapter…), and can be found here:

http/ www . deviantart . com / deviation / 30656600/

Enjoy!