A/N: ok this chapter is a little short but I hope you still enjoy it! Please R & R!

Chapter 2:

Christine sighed suddenly realizing her defeat in trying to get him to show himself and turned to get dressed into her nightgown when she suddenly heard the mirror opening behind her.

She turned around hopefully, and saw that the mirror was infact opening slowly. She waited in anticipation as the mirror continued to open until it was finally open enough so he could fit through and he came into view and stepped through the mirror. A smile was forming on her lips as he stepped into her dressing room. He stood right in front of the mirror, not daring to come closer and stood staring at her. She stared back at him taking in what he looked like; the glow of the candle reflected off his white mask and illuminated his facial features. The candlelight also reflected off his eyes which she didn't notice until now was a bluish greenish color. He stood tall and firm, and if she didn't know any better she would have said he was a statue of some sort. An awkward silence fell upon the two and for what seemed like hours the two just stared at each other. Christine stared at the man in front of her and found herself speechless she didn't know what to say. She has grown comfortable around him and could tell him anything when he was her angel; he was her greatest friend besides Meg of course. But when Meg couldn't help or she didn't want to tell Meg, her angel was always there and he would always be there she knew that for sure. "Angel." She finally managed to whisper. His eyes closed and she heard an intake of his breath. She felt she was too far away and took a step closer and as she grew closer she noticed that he was breathing rather heavily. She reached out her hand slowly and gently placed it on his cheek. As soon as her hand touched his skin his eyes snapped open and they were looking into hers. She smiled gently at him and she felt him tensen up. She guessed that the closeness was making uncomfortable. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable so she took a step back still keeping her gaze locked with his.

"It was you wasn't it?" she asked breaking the silence.

"What was me?" he asked.

"You made Carlotta croak?"

"I had to get her off somehow." He replied with a slight smirk. "It's just temporary her voice is not ruined forever. Unfortunately."

"It wasn't ruined before?" she replied looking up at him. He smirked again surprised that Christine would say something like that. "Touché."

"You also showed your self. Weren't you afraid someone would follow you?"

He shrugged. "I doubt anyone would. I can hide myself pretty well and also travel pretty quickly." He replied although knowing that someone did follow him and he almost killed him. But lucky for him and Buquet his love for Christine is stronger then anything else and it over powered his feeling for murder. But he made it perfectly clear to Buquet that if he told anyone he would face the consequences.

"But what if they did find you?" she asked in concern looking up at him. "You risked your self just to get me in the part of the countess."

"Christine you should know that I would do anything for you. And they didn't find me there isn't anything to worry about." Wait…worry? She's worried about me? He thought to himself and a flicker of hope arose in his heart.

"But if they did…they would have killed you automatically." She looked down to the floor not wanting to think about if he was not in her life any longer. She lost her father she didn't want to lose him now.

"Christine they didn't that's all that matters. Please stop concerning your self over it." I'm not worth it.

Christine nodded and looked back up at him and said in all seriousness, "Just promise me you won't do something like that again."

"Do what?"

"Don't risk your self like that again."

He looked at her trying to read her. Her face showed concern and her eyes were pleading. She really didn't want him to show himself. But that's the only way the managers will listen to me. He felt like arguing that with her, but after the last time he didn't want to get in a fight with her. The letters didn't work the managers just thought it was some kind of joke played by perhaps one of the chorus girls or the maids. But perhaps the little announcement he made during the Opera will prove to them that he's real. Christine certainly knew it was him but Carlotta seemed doubtful even after her little croaking incident. Although he did notice the Vicomte fidgeting and occasionally looking around the theatre, that amused him. The vicomte although he acted like he didn't believe in him Erik had a feeling he did and was afraid of him. And that's what he wants to give off, to everyone but of course Christine. He wants everyone to be afraid of him so they would listen but so far he has only succeeded once and that was with the vicomte. Hmm…perhaps if I talk to him personally but not showing myself, and threaten him to leave Christine alone he will listen. He would do anything to get Christine away from Raoul, when he saw him in the same room with her he got jealous and Erik did not like the feeling of being jealous. So he had to get rid of the vicomte and perhaps that plan would work. He felt confident in that plan, because of seeing what he saw in the theatre today. The threat was directed toward him because he was in Erik's box. He knew one day the managers would get fed up with the letters and him telling them that it was his box and one of them, most likely M. Andre, would say, 'his box? It doesn't have his name on it! It doesn't have it in our records that he bought the box! And therefore the box does not belong to him!' well sure that is true but having it on the box door "this box is reserved for the Opera Ghost." No, no that will not do. And the opera ghost buying the box well that's just absurd!

He suddenly got snapped back into reality and turned his attention back to Christine who was still looking at him in the same way. He sighs and nods. "I will try."

"bu.." she tries to protest but he cuts her off. "Christine, I can not promise you that I will do that because it is the only way that they will listen to me. I've lived in this Opera House for almost all my life, I know all the secret passageways that stage hands don't even know exist! If anyone finds me its me who approaches them. There is only one exception though. Joseph Buquet. That man has been here for as long as I can remember he knows about almost all of the passageways and doors but not all of them. And in all my years he has only seen me once," Twice if you count what just happened a few hours ago. "And I was distracted that day but as soon as I sensed him looking upon me I scattered and I heard him saying that he couldn't see much of me and the part that he did see was a lie. Have you ever heard his stories?"

Christine nodded.

"They're not true are they?"

Christine shook her head, "oh no not at all! They are so stupid now that I know what you look like."

He became curious as she said this, "oh? And what do I look like?"

"Not like any of Buquet's stories." Then she laughed a little. "in Buquet's stories he makes you seem like a monster."

His face lit up at that little comment. Only Buquet's stories made him seem like a monster. She didn't think he was a monster like most people did. This confused him but also made him hopeful. Christine noticed that her comment made him seem to pep up. she hadn't noticed before but his shoulders were a little slumped and now they were back all the way and his eyes sparkled a bit. "D…Did you think you were a monster?" she asked and at that sudden moment remembering what he was telling her that day in his lair. 'Stranger than you dreamt it can you even dare to look or bare to think of me. This loathsome gargoyle who burns in hell but secretly, secretly, yearns for heaven secretly.' "Oh angel you did. You do." He turned his head away and looked to the ground. Christine stepped closer to him. "Why?" she asked quietly. He responded not looking up, "you've seen my face…you should know why."

"Oh angel." She placed her hand on his cheek and put her other hand under his chin and made him look at her. "Listen now. I do not think of you any differently. You are a person you are a man you just look different, and that does not matter to me. Other people may think what they want but you are no monster." Erik stared into her eyes, trying to dig into her soul to get the full truth and as he just stood there staring; he realized that she was pouring her soul into her words and everything she just said was the truth. She does not cease to amaze him, every day he falls in love with her all over again. For a long time he was fearing the day that he would finally tell her, fearing that she wouldn't understand and fearing that she would run as soon as she saw him; the real him. That's why he hesitated, and it last for almost 10 years the angel business. Until her big debut in Hannibal which is when he decided he would present himself to her. He turned his thoughts back to Christine and noticed that she had gotten closer to him. He watched her his heart beating fast. What is she doing? He wondered. She had a slight smile on his face, he couldn't tell if it was a smirk or not. And still she continued to step nearer to him and he continued to wonder. She stopped only a few inches away from his face and stared into his eyes and he just stood there clueless. Christine lifted her self on up to her toes and continued to stare Erik in the eyes and started to inch closer to him when they suddenly got interrupted by a knock on the door. Christine fell back on her feet and turned her head toward the door but still remained close to Erik.

"Christine?" Madame Giry's voice came through the door. "Christine are you in there?"

Christine sighed in relief, for a minute she thought it was Raoul and Raoul would have insisted to come in and would have. "Yes Madame. Ill be there in a minute." And as she turned her head back to Erik, he did what she was intentionally going to do first. It took her by surprise at first but then she closed her eyes and gave in to the kiss. It was short and sweet. Christine looked at him who was staring at back at her and then he started to turn. She took his arm and turned him back around and kissed him back. As she did though she was moving back towards the mirror and when he was right in front of the mirror she released him and pushed him back into the mirror. "Go we must not let her see you." she whispered to him and kissed him quickly and shoved the mirror back into place. Before she answered the door she turned back to the mirror and smiled at it.

A/N: I know this is short but I had trouble with it and im leaving for Disney tmmrw for 10 days and I didn't want to have you wait that long…so im sure you would rather have liked this am I right?

Ok so a little E/C action there I know it was a little early but there will be troubles for the two soon enough! Ok so review and as soon as I get back from Florida I'll continue to write for you!