AN:Hahaha! You thought I would stop True Angel of Music, did you? Well, so did I, sort of.

"Christine, I still don't understand why you killed yourself." I told my love.

"Erik, I was to be married a month after your death. I could not live a lie with my new life any longer. Raoul would have forced me to comply with anything he wanted…"She shuddered "And into his bed…"

I put my arms around her waist, trying to be of a comfort to her. "Shh… Love, the Vicomte would have done nothing of the sort. He knew that my sprit would hunt him down and smite him for harming you in any way." I ran my fingers through her hair and sighed.

I looked at our surroundings and studied it. It looked just the same as Paris on Earth. Same buildings, same fountains, same smell on the streets… did this place have the Opera House?

"Take a look at this place, Christine. Does it look familiar?" I asked her. She nodded. "Do you think that they have the Opera House up here?"

Christine giggled. She was the same nineteen year old girl... "Why? You want to lure me back to you, again?"

I shook my head. "Nay, if you were to come with me you would have to want to come to me. And I just want to have others enjoy your music."

Christine looked over and called a man. "Sir, do you know if there is an Opera house here?"

The man shook his head. "No. When the one down on earth burned, ours did as well. I'm sorry." The man looked at me, "You look familiar…"

I shifted nervously. "I just arrived…"

The man shrugged and left.

We continued our walk in silence before I spoke. "He was talking about my house. My home, my building! I destroyed it! People died on that night because I could not hide my anger well enough. What if someone sees us together?"

"Erik, no one would see us. The people who saw all went to hell, along with the others you killed. Don't worry."

"Listen to me, Christine. I got caught. I was strangled with the very same noose that killed many others both in France and Persia. If I had hidden better, we would both be alive and well."

"No, we would not have. Raoul would continue with the wedding anyway. You would be going hungry, havening money and no means of getting any nourishment. Sleep would not come to you because you would be up all night wondering what was going on in my life. I would basically kill you with out knowing it because you care so much for me. I could never allow that to happen to the man I love…" Christine told me.

"But you did! You left me that night with the Vicomte and made my short life after miserable!"

"He was the safer option at the time. I was scared and afraid of you back then. I've grown up since then." She cried out to me.

"Ha! I highly doubt that. You seemed happy enough when you left me and, let me guess, you left De Changy after you conceived his child. Am I wrong in thinking that? Both of us know it is true. Now what? You come here to tell me your happy news, try and make me love you as if nothing has happened? Well, I am not about to let that happen."

"Erik, I am not pregnant and I never have been. Nor have I given up my innocence to any man. Raoul tried but I forced him off. You were the closest to ever have come in deflowering me." She said forcefully.

I sighed, "Christine I'm sorry if I made you upset I'm just not used to being loved and cared for."

She sighed and hugged me. "It is okay, Erik."

I looked down at her "Is it really okay? I mean, you should be angry at me."

Christine looked me in the eye, "Do you want me to be mad at you?"

I shook my head in the negative.

"Then don't complain." She said as she kissed me slightly.

I kissed her back, "I won't, then…" I said.

Yay! I hope this is good enough for my reveiwers who wanted me to continue. Maybe I could do something relating to this... Thinks Oh, who knows?

Yah... And I know Raoul wouldn't do that at all but it made it sound better...