AN: Hey, I am so very sorry that I haven't gotten a chapter up recently. I am soooo sorry. I fell in love (-sigh-) and I've been going to a few different doctors for..personal reasons (-cough-dangeroftumor-cough-) My life in a nutshell (the only place it fits). Anyway, here it is...

Who was that shape in the shadows?

Whose is that face in the mask?

I woke up the next morning in the arms of my angel. It was like I had dreamt last night. But here I was, my head resting on his chest and his arms around me. He was still asleep, I think. His breathing was deep and slow and his face, despite that I wasn't used to it, was bare and peaceful. I ran my hand along his flawed face softly. I ran my finger along his lip and he kissed it. I gasped, not expecting him to be awake. I climbed up him so my face was inches away from his. His eyes fluttered open and they stared into my soul. There was content in his dark eye, there was peace and there was love.

"Good morning, Erik," I said with a grin as he took my face in his hands and pushed my hair away from my face. He pulled my head down to match my forehead to his lips and he pulled me under him in one swift movement. I was now trapped under him. He kissed down my neck and cupped my breast with his hand as he kept his weight on his other arm. His mouth went down towards my other breast as he kissed my nipple gently. I couldn't breath until he put his entire mouth over my rock-hard rosy pink tip. My hand ran into his hair as he licked gently and sharply. His teeth nibbled softly then a slow, sweet suction began. I moaned as he moved onto my other breast. He pulled away soon after that and lay next to me again. I think he likes it when I'm weak. He feels more powerful over me. He wanted me to obey him, and so I did. I had to, or I'd drive myself insane. He took my left hand and kissed it, admiring the ring that was on my finger.

"How long had it been since I'd slept?" He asked, running a hand over my torso. "Ever since you left..." he answered and stared at me. My eyes were half closed again and the part that was open where laying on him. I wrapped my arm around his waist and buried my head under his chin as tears filled his eyes. This man had a torturing mind and a horrible past.

"I'm here," I said as he pulled my higher and buried his head between my breasts. Me hand ran along his hair and onto his back.

A few minutes later we had both fallen asleep again.

After getting out of bed a few hours later, Erik had already got up and lay out my clothing on a chair. I stretched out my arms and yawned as he noticed I was awake. He sat at the side of the bed, kissed my forehead and nuzzled my jaw. When he pulled away a smile played on his face and his fingers twirled my hair. He wore his mask again and I frowned. He noticed but didn't say anything. Instead he stood up and handed me the dress he had laid on the chair.

"These are from home," I noticed as he nodded. "You know where I live?"

"Does that surprise you?"

"Well, I-I don't know," I said as Erik smiled as if he knew something I didn't.

"I have a dress that I have made if you would rather wear it." He pulled open a closet which was camouflaged as part of the wall. Inside were costumes, props, paints, and a long black dress of which he pulled out.

I looked at the other dress that he had brought me. A bright blue one which was, from my memory, nearest to the closest door and usually untouched. It was bright blue with beads, something Carlotta would enjoy. Raoul had brought for me when he was vacating. The one Erik had made me was black silk and lace. It would be covered by a burgundy corset, which too was dark. I quickly pointed to the black one as Erik smiled. He handed the dress to me then went outside to wait for me to dress. I couldn't put the corset on by myself so I called Erik to help me. He ran a hand down my dress and tugged on the strings. He pulled hard and I found myself without breath.

"Sorry," he muttered and tied it again. He wrapped his arms around my waist and placed a kiss on my neck. "You're mine, Christine. You're mine, aren't you?"

"Yes, Erik," I put my head on his shoulder.

"Good, good girl." He kissed my neck again. "Come, let's go."

He took me out that morning. He wore his mask that looked like a human face and he took me out. The face actually frightened me a bit because it didn't look like a real face rather a scary imitation of a doll made of china glass. He noticed the way I stared at him and decided to take the mask off and hide his face underneathe his very large hood. He took me to a nice restaurant and we sat at the corner where it was isolated and privatejust like Erik. He held my hand under the table and smiled as I ordered some food. He didn't eat and I frowned upon it.

"Food isn't very appealing right now," he said. I knew what he meant. Ever since I had come back to him, I didn't have the urge to eat. That had happened to me the first week I was with Raoul, but it quickly went away. I ate a bit and pushed my plate away as he watched me underneathe his hood. I could always see his eyes even if he were covered by the thickest blanket of darkness. He had eyes that shone through darkness and repelled being covered.

After breakfast, we walked down the street holding hands like lovers. I could sense how happy he was to actually be here with me. I was the same. The smile that was planted upon my face seemed to be permanent. Seemed.

"Madame Daaë!" I swung around at my name and saw a rather round and short man approaching me. "Vicomte?" Erik swung around slowly and angrilly, though you couldn't see it if you were staring right at him.

"Monsieur?" I had no idea as to who this man was.

"How are you Madame Daaë?"

"I prefer 'Ms. Daaë', please. And I am doing stupendously. And yourself?" The man ignored me and turned to Erik.

"Vicomte, I hear you will be Count Chagny soon, how does that make you feel?" Erik looked at me then at the short man.

"It makes me feel very arrogant, actually. Though, now that I think about it, the more money I have, the bigger my head. I feel very happy about that." I held his hand tighter as I felt him smirk. "Not that I can get more arrogant," he added as the short man nodded. "Now, do I know you?"

"I'm with the newspapers." Erik threw his head back and laughed.

"Alright, did you get your quotes? Run along now. I believe Carlotta would want herself in the papers. She would be..." he pointed farther down as the man's eyes ran along. "...there. Go get your story." The round man looked confused but listened nonetheless. Soon enough he was running along and towards the beautiful and shining Carlotta who was dipped in powder and color. I turned to Erik with a scowl.

"Why did you do that?" He smiled widely and maliciously. He pulled me forward so we could walk a bit more as I continued to scowl and stare at him.

"Why did you do that? Well, I'm sorry, Madame, if you were not informed that I despise your husband." I shook my head and sighed.

"Erik, what's Raoul going to think?" He glared at me through his hood, "I mean..." Erik stopped and ran a slender finger down my cheek and jaw.

"Christine, hush. Don't think about him when you're with me," he grabbed a lock of my hair and ran his lips over it. "Don't you dare think about him when you're with me." I whimpered and fell into his arms, falling into his enchantment once again. We continued to walk down the street in broad view of everyone, showing our love and attraction to all of Paris. He hummed on the way but stopped abruptly when we met the yearly fair. His fingers got cold and his eyes burned with hatred. I stared at him with fear.

"What is it?" I asked dumbly as he took long quick strides toward the man at the entrance who was yawning and looking around the empty street. I gasped in horror as the man was pulled from his station and into a dark alley. I ran towards them and tried to tackle down Erik. This all happened very quickly and soon enough I was on the cold and dirty floor with Erik on top of me, wrestling to keep me down. The man at the entrance had disappeared. I squirmed and cried out. "What the hell are you doing!" There were tears in his eyes as he climbed off of me.

"Why did you get in between us!" His voice was powerful and dark. "Come, I'm taking you home." He said scorfully and grabbed my wrist. I pulled away and he spun around.

"Who is he?" I breathed. Erik looked down and exhaled. "Who is he?"

"He is no one." Erik's hand squeezed the half of his infected face and I watched him cringe and cry. I approached slowly and put a hand on his shoulder as he whimpered.

"Erik, what is it?" I pulled back his hood and lay a kiss on his forehead, that made his sob more.

"I used to belong in this. This circus, I was a part of it." He said trying to keep his voice calm.

"What? When?" This was new.

"When I was six. My father died a week before my mother ssold me." He cried out. I found myself crying soon after too. I had no idea about Erik's history but it seemed he felt saved when he told me the story about it. He told me about how, for his fourth birthday his mother got him his first mask that was made out of pig skin and paper. His father used to beat him and starve him while he used to tell Erik that he was the son of the devil and not of his father's. How when he got here, it didn't change much because he was still being beaten and starved. I was crying with him there, in the dark alley. I now knew that I could never ever feel this much pain that he has. Not many people anywhere will. His tears we small streams of misery falling down his flawed and merciless face. I felt a sample of the pain he felt last night. It would be impossible to feel it whole. Impossible to live through the pain he was trying to describe. Yet here he was, a broken, shattered peice of painted glass who needed to be put and glued back together. I never knew there could be so much pain in a man. Erik was a tortured soul and I don't know how he could live or how he survived but I knew one thing; I was his cure.

AN: Hi, that's it for now..and don't expect much soon...lol. I'm trying, I swear. Anyway, please review...I almost have a hundred reviews I LOVE YOU GUYS!

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