Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of The Opera. Hell I don't know anything. I am as broke as a chair with no legs. If that made sense which it didn't because I am also not the smartest one in the bunch.

Ch. 15

Christine arrived at the Opera Populaire laughing. She thought that Erik was right behind her but when she looked behind her she saw that he was nowhere in sight. She made a confused face and when she turned around she was face to face with a fuming Erik. His eyes were flaming and he had a scowl on his features. "Erik." She gulped, now she was afraid of him and couldn't stand up to him like she did before. She backed up, and lost her footing for a second as she stepped down onto a stair. He followed her every motion. When she took a step down he took a step down. He didn't keep that angry glare off of her. His Blue eyes that usually carried love and passion were now filled with Anger and rage. He growled. Christine whined and lost her balance falling to the hard concrete. She looked up at him tears staring to form in her eyes. She had never seen him so made before. It scared her, He stopped near her. "What happened back there was not nessecary Christine." He said coldly. She started to cry, and not silently either. The love in his voice seemed to have disappeared, the warmth that usually protected her, sheltered her, was gone. She looked up at him, tears blurring her vision. "Erik…please." She pleaded, schooching her self away. He turned and said quietly, "Christine…you've seen me. Can you ever forget the sight. Can you ever escape from that face so distorted, so deformed. That it is hardly a face in the darkness." While he was saying this his voice quivered and tears began to form in his eyes. "the darkness." He whispered.

Christine stared at him, that sounded awfully familiar to her. She gasped when she realized that's what she said to Raoul that night on the roof. "Oh…Erik. You were there." Erik nodded slightly. He turned back to her, "Yes I was Christine. And you couldn't help but deny me and insult me in every way possible could you! You hurt me in every way possible. Broke my heart into a thousand tiny little pieces, You know how heart wrenching it was to watch you…succumb to that…that boy! Do you know Christine! I felt like dying right then and there, I could barely stand those three months watching you and Raoul together. Christine I cant live with out you, I cant." He closed his eyes and let tears slowly run down his cheeks. He opened his eyes and looked at her with all passion. The anger that consumed his body and mind was now gone and his eyes showed all the sadness of the world. Christine slowly got up and carefully walked over to him. She reached out her hand and gently placed it on his cheek. He sobbed a little when she touched him. "Oh Erik." She said shaking her head. "you have such a short temper. Such a cold soul. Let me warm you…let me free you…let me lead you from your solitude." He couldn't take the feeling that was burning inside his heart. He took Christine into his arms, and cried into her shoulder. She rubbed his back trying to comfort him. "Shhh. My darling. It's alright." Now what both of them did not know is that Meg followed them home. And saw the whole thing.

Meg stood there in amazement, in shock in horror. She was just as scared as Christine was just a few minutes ago. She stared at the scene before her, she couldn't believe it. The phantom was still inside him, and he just proved it. And now Christine was holding him, telling him it was alright. She groaned, narrowed her eyes and stormed away back toward her house knowing that that man was never going to be on her favorites list.

"Erik?" Christine said a few minutes after his sobbing stobbed. He lifted his head up, his face was all red and his eyes were all red and puffy. She felt a chill on her shoulder, she looked down and saw that her whole shoulder was sopping wet. She looked back up at Erik. "You're such a sensitive person you know that?" she laughed. He raised an eyebrow. "sensitive? Me?" He asked surprised. "Do you know how many times I have seen you cry?" He half smiled and looked around trying to avoid Christine's gaze. "It's alright. A lot of people are sensitive Erik,(ME! And I am not afraid to admit it unlike erik! Be a man Erik!) don't be afraid to show it." He frowned and crossed his arms. "I am not sensitive. I am just…Susceptible to the attitudes, feelings, or circumstances of others." Christine laughed. "Erik that's the same thing." Erik gave her a look. "Are you sensitive, Christine?" He asked mockingly. "Yes. Actually, its normal Erik." He looked down at her, his eye brows raised. "Oh..." He said. Christine giggled. Erik smiled mischeviosly. He walked over to her. "erik? What are you doing?" She asked, unsure of what he was going to do. He Bent down and swiped his arm under her legs so she slipped and fell into his arms. He lifted her up. "Carrying you." He said plainly. She giggled again, and wrapped her arms around Erik's neck so she would not fall off. Erik walked up the steps and into the Opera Populaire. He looked down at Christine who was hanging on to him and looking around. 'she's so beautiful. I have to be the luckiest man in the universe.' He thought. Christine felt eyes upon her and she looked to Erik and he was indeed staring at her. "What?" she asked. He shook his head, "Nothing my dear it was just…" He stopped when he though he heard something. "Was What Erik." His eyes darted around the Opera Populaire and tuned up his hearing, He rushed into a corner nearly dropping Christine. "Erik?" she asked concerned. "shh.." He silenced her, and placed a finger to his lips. Just then a voice filled the room,

"Very well Monsieur. I will inform you when it has been rebuilt." Erik and Christine both recognized the voice as Monsieur Firmin. "Thank you Monsieur. It is a shame you are retiring so early. What was the reason again?" The other gentleman spoke up. "Oh…well my partner and I…well after recent events we decided to just leave. IT is nothing to worry about." Firmin informed the man. "Splendid." The man replied. "Oh. Monsieur O' Miry. I must inform you of some rather, important news." Firmin said.

"Yes of course"

"Well you see. You do know the story of what happened that caused this disaster?"

"I don't know much details monsieur."

"Well. There was this ghost you see. He called him self Opera Ghost and sometimes the Phantom of The Opera. He gave us the score to Don Juan Triumphant. It started out a great success, but then I soon realized that the Ghost had taken out lead male singers role in the Opera. Then something shocking happened, The Star Miss. (Mrs. Or Madame soon.) Christine Daae, tore off the mask that he was wearing to reveal a horrid looking face."

Christine felt Erik tense up, she gently kissed him on the lips and whispered it was alright. He smiled down at her and nodded.

"For a minute the Ghost just stood there, then he grabbed Miss.(MRS! GET IT RIGHT!) Daae and opened a shoot sending them shooting down. And while also kidnapping Miss. Daae he made the chandelier come crashing down. Hence all this mess."

"Wow! that sounds terrible!…Wish I could have been there." The man said.

"We've sent the police down there to check, there was no sign of him or Christine. We've burnt down his desk, organ and other belongings. I don't think he will be coming back, but if you hear or see any funny business get the police down there ASAP." Firmin said.

"Will do."

"Great. Now let me walk you to your carriage."

Andre and monsieur O'Miry walked out the Archway that was once and entrance, talking.

Erik let out a breath that he had been holding for mostly the whole time. He set Christine down. She looked up at him, wonder in her eyes. "Erik? What are we going to do?" Erik sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "We have to get out of here Christine. WE can't stay, we will stay until the Opera Populaire is finished, And I feel that won't be for a while. Once people start to move in again we cant take any chances. If workers hear something it doesn't matter. But we cant let the New managers hear us." Christine nodded and followed Erik back to the lair.

"So Mi lady, what do you want to do tonight?" Erik asked Christine after all that was needed to be done. "Well good Sir, I must tell you that I have nothing in mind." She responded. Erik sat back and thought and realized for the first time, he was bored. "oh I know!" Christine exclaimed, shaking Erik out of his thinking state. "We could sing! You could continue to give me lessons, I haven't sung in a long time. Except for those times that we did together the last few days but that was about it. Please Erik will you teach me again." She pleaded him. "I was going to say that was a wonderful idea there was no need for such pleading." He said smiling. "Oh. Well then…wait a minute Erik you don't have an organ anymore." She said getting slightly disappointed. "True that, (LOL! Just a little joke. My Spanish Teacher Mr. Hirsch says that! YOU RULE MR. HIRSCH!) But we don't need accompaniment, I can teach you with out it." Christine Gave him a doubtful look but shrugged and followed him to an empty space where they would have room to sing. "Okay. Remember Christine, when you sing you don't breath normal, from your lungs you breath from your diaphragm which is where?" Erik asked, beginning the lesson. Christine stared blankly at him. He sighed and groaned. "Oy, we've got work to do." He took her hand in his and placed her hand on the spot where the diaphragm is. "It's right there Christine. Remember."

Christine nodded but was not really paying attention to him, She was watching his movements and everything he did. She loved everything about him, except his temper. She smiled foolishly without even knowing it, when he placed her hand, with his on top, on her stomach. It felt right to her, and she knew that she would have never felt this way with Raoul.

"Christine…Christine…Christine!" Christine shook her head and saw Erik staring at her. "Christine. You've got to pay attention to me when I'm giving you a lesson. I know that I am not just your teacher anymore, I am also your fiancé, but right now I am your teacher. And now, for now as your teacher, just as your teacher, you will call me Angel or Angel of Music whatever you prefer." Christine raised an eye-brow at him. "It helps me get into the mood." He explained after seeing her look. She smiled and let our a small laugh. Then they went back to singing.

A/N: YaY finally done! I have been working on this chapter for a while. A day after I posted chapter 14 actually. I've just been so busy with School. High School what a Joy! Although my teachers are pretty cool. Mr. Hirsch YOU ROCK! But Whatevs. Well what do you know that's Mr. Hirsch again! Ok! So anyways… Review. Tell me what you think! If you hate it please don't go too hard. I don't take criticism well, seeing as I always got made fun of in elementary school or grade school whatever you like to call it. REVIEW FOR ME! OR…you know what I don't know so just review!

!Next chapter will hopefully be the reunion!