AN: R Rated here. Beware...He's there...Naked. Er...

MY QUESTIONS MARKS KEEP GETTING DELETED! Grr!

Say you need me with you now and always,

promise me that all you say is true...

There was no doubt that this soft creature was trying to get me to realize what I was getting myself into (for he had told me so himself). I knew he wanted me to see the danger of it but it was one thing to get me to realize and another to get rid of me. He had made me go home because it was getting late and if I stayed overnight, Raoul would definitely be full of questions. When I did get home, Raoul was asleep at his at his desk. He was working on finding more opera houses to invest in. I couldn't bear to see him in this state, no matter how upset or annoyed I was by him. I prodded his shoulder as he awoke.

"Raoul, you should go up to bed" he coughed and shook his head.

"No, no, I have to-I have to finish this." Then he yawned.

"Suit yourself." I said and left the room and went to the library.

"Another fairy tale today" I said and grabbed a book named 'Cinderella'.

In the middle of my reading, Raoul approached me and said"I'm not going to be here for a few days. I'll need to sign a few bits in Italy. You can...come if you want."

"What, and spoil your fun? No, thank you, Raoul. I'm sure to manage by myself. I'm not completely useless, you know."

"I've never suggested that you were..." he said and looked down sadly. "And I'm sorry that you don't want to go to Italy. You haven't been there."

"Yes, I have." I corrected and started to read again. He rolled his eyes, grabbed my book and threw it on the floor. "What the hell"

"I'm leaving for a week, can't you show some emotion? I'm your husband for crying out loud! Don't you love me" I glared at him and grabbed the book.

"Oh, yes my darling love. How I am going to miss you and your censoring" I mocked"How I'm going to miss your arrogance and demanding ways." He grabbed my wrist and stared at me.

"Shut your mouth! I didn't do anything to you. Shut up, I tell you. God, just shut the bloody fuck up" He pushed me onto the daybed as I hit my head on the wall that was behind it. Tears escaped as he cursed under his breath. "Oh, Christ, what have I done" He hit the wall and cursed. "I'm...sorry...God, Christine, I'm..." He turned to me. "These past few days, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push you. Christine, forgive me." He came onto his knees in front of me as I wiped my tears away. Raoul took my hands and kissed them as I looked away. "Christine, please..."

"When are you leaving?"

"Uh...The day after...I'm leaving the day after tomorrow (...)." he said as if making up his mind now.

"Okay." I kissed his cheek. I forced myself to kiss his cheek. I also force myself to go upstairs and have him plant his seeds into me. He had high hopes that I would bear his child again. I prayed not. But in two days, I'd be with Erik. I'd be happy. I'd be very happy.

"And he's leaving?"

"Yes," I answered sitting in a dining room that Erik had cleaned and 'de-dusted'. It was almost noon now and Raoul was at an auction once again.

"For how long, did he say?" He asked filling tea in my cup.

"A few days. Well, that's what he told me." I said and sighed, "he's trying to get me pregnant again." I threw my head back on the chair and swallowed a sob.

"But you're bleeding." How did he know? I didn't ask. I didn't care. My mind had died on me a while ago.

"Yes." He closed his eyes as if excited. Was it the talk of blood? Did he get excited by blood? I knew he did.

"He won't be able to, trust me." Erik said as I exhaled. "When he's gone, you will stay here."

"Oh, really?" I was testing his authority and he knew it.

"Yes, child, really. I will not have you stay home alone." I smiled slightly.

"Does that mean you care about me?" I asked as he looked up.

"Or perhaps it means that I'm using you for..." his eyes wandered lower "...your body."

"Oh, please do." He smirked and played with the tea. We had not yet done anything that satisfied me enough. We kissed but our bodies had not yet become one. I had not experienced the closeness of him against me and in me. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted to know everything about him. But I knew he would never let me in. I would never be able to know enough about him. Some part of me was glad of it. I like the mystery. But he would let me get somewhat close to him when Raoul was gone. He wouldn't be able to turn me down, I wouldn't let him. I'll pounce on him, if I have to. I doubt that would get anything done. I smiled to myself.

"What are you thinking about?" Erik snapped me out of my thoughts. His deep eyes stared into me without being able to pick anything up.

"Oh, nothing," I'm only thinking about us, naked, hot and sweaty. Defenseless, silent and vulnerable. Getting rid of our lust and yet adding to it. I got up from the chair.

"Where are you going?" his face was expressionless as he swirled his tea.

"To Raoul." He looked up with a scowl. "If I go now, perhaps I can get rid of him soon enough." He nodded and smiled softly looking back down at the tea.

"No," he said and pointed to the chair. I obliged and sat back down. He dropped the cup and stood up, traveling in back of me and pulling my hair back and kissed my neck. In a few minutes he had me panting then he pulled away smiling. Satisfaction burned in his eyes. "Now you can go."

When I got home, Raoul took me to a fancy restaurant and let me have anything I craved.

"When are you coming back?" I had to ask as he looked up from his plate. His gaze was distant and bored.

"Well, a few days, a month maybe. Perhaps even a year. Which would you like, Christine dearest." He mocked me as I raised an eyebrow. He looked away. "Say, is that the governor?"

"I'm going to sing when you are gone," I told him as he continued to stare off.

"He has a new wife now?"

"Raoul..." I said losing patience.

"Pretty dame, but too young for him, don't you think?"

"Raoul!"

"What, hmm, yes?" When he looked at me, I noticed his eyes were bloodshot and dark.

"Have you been drinking?"

"I...Wait, is that the governor" I downed my own wine and dragged him outside.

"You were drinking" I said as he giggled.

"Just this much" he pinched his forefinger and inch together, leaving an inch space. As if he drank and inch of alcohol. I rolled my eyes. "You're looking very pretty today, Christine."

"Come on, let's go home."

"No! You'll cry again. You cry every night, Christine!" His words dribbled and tears fell down his face. "Why do you cry, Christine, why? Did I hurt you? Did I? I'll kill myself if I ever hurt you, Christine." He continued to sob.

The only people who spoke the truth were children and drunks. This was proving to be true.

"All I wanted was a child and the perfect life with the perfect wife," He stepped away. "And I shall go for you." He spat at the air, "Business, hahaha! Go to Italy for business? I've already invested in all the Opera Houses there!" He exclaimed, "I go for you."

"For-For me? What?"

"I go to leave you alone. So you can learn to live with and love our...our..." he went down to his knees. "Our dead child!" He cried for a bit more then fell to the floor asleep.

I had found a few men to help me put him into the carriage and take him home. He was sleeping like an infant, and crying like one as well. I didn't care for what he said. He was delusional. And besides, I would be with Erik soon enough. I would bring him here, show him my books. But I would have to dismiss the help...and Erik would have to come at night. He wasn't a day creature. I didn't care, I just wanted him with me, here, beside me.

I didn't even sleep that night; I went to the library and read. There was a repetition in all the folk and fairy tales that I would read. The girl would fall in love with the man or beast who was hated and mistreated. I didn't realize why those stories were so appealing. I had been reading for a while now when Raoul appeared in the doorway.

"What are you doing?" He asked me. I was lounging on our daybed, reading a book, what did he mean 'what was I doing?' "Come up to bed," he seemed sober now and I looked up to him, distracted.

"Just a minute," I said and sat next to me and pulled my hair back to place a kiss on my neck. He didn't, instead he looked at me oddly.

"Hmm, what happened? Your neck is red." He brought me a mirror and I saw a few dark red-brown marks on my neck. I knew what they were, though I had never received them before. The elder ballet girls who used to sleep around had them often. They told me I would get them too when I found a man who was willing to have me.

Erik had left his mark on me. He seemed like a man that would. He sucked my neck in various places until it looked like the blood had gathered around there. He left his mark on me and I bet he would be glad to hear that Raoul had seen them, the marks. I touched one of the dark red symbols that made me his and I felt him near me again. I sucked in a breath. It was as if he owned me, and I wasn't going to complain.

"It's just...a bug bite." I said as Raoul raised his eyebrows.

"Those must have been big bugs." I shrugged. My fingers lay on them and my mind played it for me. His lips on my neck, his tongue on me. Our bodies...

"What is it?" Raoul asked as I snapped open the eyes that I hadn't realized were closed.

"Nothing, go up to bed Raoul." I said, kissed his cheek and shooed him away.

I had fallen asleep on the daybed in the library and was woken up by Raoul when he told me he was leaving.

"I'll see you in a few days" he said and pecked my lips. "A week and a half, alright"

"Yes, okay. You'll be late for the train." I said as he shrugged and kissed my lips again.

"I'm not leaving until you give me a-" I gave him a kiss and urged him to leave. He did but not before telling me that he loved me. I knew I would die of guilt because of my little rendezvous.

"Gabrielle," I called my maid "Inform the others. You have a week off with paid hours. You may leave-don't tell Monsieur de Chagny, alright?"

"Oui, Madame." I grabbed my coat and got ready to go to Erik. Soon enough I was in the dark abandoned alley, with a hell load of caution, but assured that I would soon be safe with my Erik, the only man that I had wanted to see.

I looked for the brick that Erik had told me about. It was darker than the others and loose. Third from the left on the last row. I found it and pulled the brick out, behind it was supposed to be another wall and a string of yarn that I needed to pull. I found that as well, soon enough the covering of the keyhole was exposed and I pulled my key out. When I put the key in and turned it, a door in the floor opened up and I climbed down the ladder that would take me to him.

"Erik?" I called out when I reached to bottom. The lair seemed empty and I called out his name again.

"He's gone." The voice, with amusement,came out of nowhere but he was behind me suddenly. I jumped and turned around.

"You scared me!"

"Fear is good," he ran a hand down my shoulder "It shows you you're alive." He walked over to the organ which was home to a large amount of candles. "Now, Is he gone?" he asked and began to play a bit of Mozart.

"You're going to play while I'm here?" I asked him as he smiled slightly.

"Does that upset you?" He continued to play as I shrugged.

"A bit, I was hoping we did something better."

"Better than music?"

"Yes, Erik. Much, much better than music..." I got in back of him and put my hand on his shoulder.

"You'll have to wait," he said, consumed in his own music. "Patience, Miss Daaë, is more than a virtue." He finished playing Mozart's The Magical Flute on the Organ and stood up with a smirk.

"Now, what were you saying was better than music?"

"I don't know if I can describe it, but care to watch me show you?" He had a smile on his face now. I was being more mischievous than he would have expected. I was excited, that's all. Well, maybe that's not all. Who cares? I was with Erik, that's all that matters.

"I doubt you know the darkness of...music...and whatever lies behind it. You are innocent, child, you have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes..." he ran a finger up the inside of my thigh as I closed my eyes. "...really." He pulled away.

"Must you tease me? My God, Erik, please stop teasing." He smiled and nodded. He came closer to me, held me, body to body, with his hands holding my hands back. Soon enough, he filled in the area between our faces by pressing his mouth against mine. I got my hands free and put them against his chest as his cradled my neck. We were in no hurry, yet we were in all the hurry of the world. It was amazing.

I pulled away to breath as his kisses made my blood boil. He ran his lips along my jaw and down my throat, to my neck where he bit me, and back to my lips. He outlined and traced my lips with his tongue and took my hand in his. He pulled his head away and brought my left hand up. He kissed my palm then put my fourth finger into his mouth. His teeth enveloped around the wedding ring as he pulled it off and put it on the table.

"Not while you're here," he said, staring at the ring in hatred then to my delicate fingers with love. He pulled out his own ring and placed it on my finger. I was too mesmerized by this man to actually think to protest or not (I don't think I would have protested even if I was fully awake and aware). He put his hand against mine and held it, admiring his ring on my finger. He was pleased. "You are mine once again..." he said with a smile as I looked at him, half drunk from his little acts of passion.

"Mmm, prove it." there was a challenge in my voice and an everlasting lust for him. He ran a hand up my torso and around my breasts. I whimpered as he smiled with satisfaction. This creature of darkness was temptation and sin. He was the delicious apple that might ruin me but I had to taste him. I tried to fight him. It was like trying to get rid of a deadly disease that one already had caught.

"You tease me, Erik."

"You love it, my love." I had to agree. He acknowledged my desperation and embraced the ideas of my needs, but never fully helping me get rid of them. He led me to his bedroom.

"Oh, stop lying to me, Erik." He wouldn't sleep with me. He had raised an eyebrow at this, as if surprised. I expected him to tease me some more. He would punish me like this, because I had filled him with hope and pulled it all away when I left him.

He held me with my back to his chest, his hands on mine, caressing me. His lips on my neck, draining me. His hands now went to my back, playing with my corset strings.

"Erik, please don't teas-Oh, wow." My eyes were closed, my head was thrown back and my body was dying for him. His hands pulled off my corset but it hit me a while after that he hadn't been playing with the strings, he was undressing me. He pulled me to face him as he kissed me and pulled up my dress, he paused for a moment to actually pull the dress off, and his hands traveled over my bare back. His hands were cold and they sent shivers down my burning body. When his hand ran down my thigh, I almost gave in too soon. I had imagined this night many times, but never as wonderful as this. He pulled away for a moment to look at me. I sucked in a breath and tried to cover my body, my hands covered my breasts and my other hand tried to cover my thighs. He quickly pulled my hands away and put them in back of my head as his piercing gaze ran all over me. I was actually still wearing stockings and when he noticed this he smiled. He put his freezing hands on my thighs and quickly pulled them down. I gasped and nearly fell onto him.

He was still completely fully clothed. I put my hand on his shirt as he took it in his own, then he took my other hand and helped me unbutton it. He watched me with a deep stare that frightened and nurtured me. His shirt was off and I stared at the pale, yet toned body of my angel. Clearly, his building the Opera House helped athletically. He was thin in a sense that he had probably not eaten in a long time, but his arms and chest were muscular. Lack of sunlight made him white as snow. He didn't allow me to get any more of his clothing off. Instead, he put me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. His lips went to mine first and I kissed him back, our kisses wild with passion. A year of No Erik would do this to any girl. Lust burned our bodies as we prayed to get rid of it. And for a man who had never actually done much with anyone, Erik knew where everything was. He knew when he put his mouth around my nipples that I would cry out in pleasure and he knew that when he tugged on my lower lip I would yearn for him more. I knew he wanted me too. I could feel him yearning for me in his darkest area. What was the delay? I ran my hand down to his pants that separated us to achieve ultimate proximity. He pulled my hands away and pulled his pants off for me. The sheets covered me from seeing him. I knew he would crave the mystery. Fine, but I wanted to see his face at least.

I put my hand on his mask and opened my eyes. Our eyes met as he paused and grabbed my hand. He dropped my hand and I looked at him in disappointment but then he pulled it off himself. I had imagined his face to be so horrible, so sinister, that the face that I was now gazing upon was one of sheer beauty. Ones mind can exaggerate without limit. His face wasn't one of a beast, it wasn't perfect, but I wouldn't have nightmares about it. His skin was dark and red, and bumps ran all over to his scalp, where the mask would cover. I put my fingers on the flawed skin and he winced. It was softer and puffier than the other side. It was harmless. He was harmless. I smiled slightly and pushed my face up, our eyes were close and I soon closed mine and lay a kiss onto his lips. Tears fell out of his eyes onto my face. As he kissed me, he gently slid himself into me.

It seemed we were made for each other. He fit into me perfectly, like a hand into a glove. I dug my nails into him as his body met mine in our own rhythm. He was deep into me then soon he was out, it went on for a bit and during each thrust I felt myself get nearer to heaven. My body was his. I was his. Our lips connected a few times as we continued to move into a certain beat that only we could understand. In a way we were making our own music, soft, dark, lovely. Yet at the same time that music was cold, hard and fast. We were silent and we were strong yet we were vulnerable and naked in every single way. His body melted into me and we were one. We were one and I could feel all the glory in him. We were one and I could feel all his pain.

AN: Whoa, I envy Christine right now. So, that sex scene, hmm? What do you think? Good? Bad? Could have been better? Should have described Erik's WooHoo-shoves sock in mouth- Er... REVIEW! I'd like to add that I'm probably not as old as you think I am, so uhh...give me some credit...

-TheAngelWithErikinHerMind(And he's naked, too)

P.S.And if you're actually eight years old and you read this and have some questions, trust me, you'll learn soon enough.

P.P.S. The chapters are getting long, aren't they?