AngeMusique- sorry, I sort of forgot to answer your question earlier. The girl does have a name, she's not just some nobody, but I shall not reveal it till the end. I think knowing who she is will take away from the story, but thats my take on it.

Little Lotte- I'm not pushing the fact you are Christine. Not at all whistles innocently, while Erik just rolls his eyes at our debate Have to thank Mommy for; at least I think so, the greatest verbal bitch-slap any one could say to him.(Sorry Erik) Thanks Madame Giry!

Chapter 9

"You brought her?" Erik's voice roared, as he grabbed a hold of my wrists forcefully. His eyes burned with anger, filling me with guilt.

"Meg!" He screamed, turning from me, clenching his fists, no doubt he was restraining himself from doing something he might regret.

"She is my closest friend!" I protested in just of a raised voice as he carried. I had only held such a tone to one person before, someone I wish not to remember.

He tilted his head to me, trying to control his voice.

"You could have told me it was Meg."

"Who else would it be Erik? Who!" I grabbed a hold of his arm, and turned him to face me. Despite the clear foot he had over me, I could see in his eyes the surprise, and almost intimidation, they held at my foreign dominating presence.

"And besides, you wouldn't have agreed to it if I told you."

"Your right, I wouldn't, for good reason too! Do you not think I had my reasons fore not having her here?" He began to pace back and forth, running his hand through his black hair with frustration.

"Your afraid! Afraid you might actually enjoy having her here, afraid she will hurt you, like your precious Christine!" I spoke her name as if it was some horrid disease, like some red death. He pulled back, rigid with denial. I know I should not have brought her into this, I had gone too far, but I don't care, he needed to hear this, the truth.

"Don't speak of matters you don't know of." He warned, but I couldn't stop.

"Erik, get over it. She hurt you, I understand that. I'm not saying she was right to leave, but you need to get over her, she left you, move on! She was the same age as your daughter! How could you expect her to be mature enough to choose you over that fop?" If Erik did not love me, I knew I would have been dead my now. That Punjab lasso would have already met my neck, and my body would be laying on the floor. those words should never be spoken to a man as perfect as him, but I can't stop. Something inside of me needs to be angry with him, needs to find his flaws, prove he isn't perfect. I need to bring him to my level, I need to convince myself he is not an angel, so I can love him.

"Your Younger!" He replied.

"Stop lecturing me child. You don't know what happened. You wouldn't understand." He smashed his fists down upon the organ's keys, surrounding us with the taunting noise. I stepped back in shock. His organ, how could he hurt it so? He loves his organ, more than he loves me, but he released his anger into it, instead of me. He continued to rage around the room, hurting whatever he could. The small mirror he had bought just for me, shattered beneath his fist, cutting his tender hands, so that his priceless blood ran down his arm.

"Child? You call your lover a child! Are my actions childish to you? Do you not love me as you would love a women? You say that you're successful in your endeavors. Maybe the sex would be better if I didn't have to stare at your face!" How such words arouse from my tongue, I have not the faintest idea. Erik stared at me with bewilderment, he also could not fathomed were the words originated from.

"Why is it I can never chose someone with experience?" He asked rhetorically, but knew how harshly I would take such a statement.

"Sorry I haven't sleep around like the others. If your looking for a Harlem girl, try Sorelli, she would be with any man, even a man such as you, who must rely on steeling virgins from the cradle!" I screamed, before storming off. I can't stand this any longer, I need to get away.

My legs took me out of his home, up, into the world of light, out into the world. It seemed to be just as gloom a day as I felt. Everything seemed to inherited a grey tone, even the bright red roses a flower cart was selling looked to me no more than a bland pink. The air seemed heavily , sitting on my lungs, weighed with guilt. I never should have spoken to him like that.

How could I do such a thing to my angel? It seems I am always causing him pain. I'm not good for him, I know I'm not, but I can't stop myself from being with him, no matter how much my heart breaks to see him like that, I can't stop myself.

A rather tall man passed by me, dressed in a elegant black suit. My gaze followed him as he walked away from me, disappearing behind the corner. To any one who might have been watching, they might believe I fancied that man, but on the contrary, I can't even recall his face, for I only saw my Erik.

While I watched him disappear, my body made contact with another, a women. Her basket of goods spilled out onto the dirty, snow covered street.

"Oh, pardon me." I knelt down and helped the stranger gather the spilled contents. When we had it all, I gazed up at her face, and gasped.

The soft round Swedish face, over powering noes, chocolate brown eyes, and oak coloured curls that framed this well known face, Christine.

"Christine!" Her eyes widened, as she wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. Calling my name in shock of seeing me.

"What are you doing here?" She let go of me, her friendly joy vanished before my eyes.

No, she couldn't be here for him, she had Raoul. She doesn't need my Erik.

"Visiting." She avoided my gaze, trying to sound casual, but failing.

"So... what are you doing in Paris? I though you and your viscount moved to London." She fell silent, a twisted look appeared on her face.

"Raoul... Raoul... He died, Four months ago, the measles." She spoke almost at a whisper. Fear flooded me, if he is gone, then she might come after him.

"I'm so sorry Christine."

The moment we parted, I hurried to his home. I seem to always be rushing back and forth to him.

"Erik!" I called frantically when he came into view. He turned to me immediately, confused by my sudden appearance. His face looked red, just around his eyes, but I didn't have time to inquire.

"What is it?" His voice still remained tense from our fight, till he saw the look of pure fright on my pale face.

"What's Wrong?"

"Christine, Christine. She's back." I panted out, still winded from the journey back to him.

"What? Are you sure?" Concern took a hold of his vocal cords, for his voice was shaky.

"I ran into her, Erik, Raoul is dead." He collapsed down onto the bench, adsorbing the information I had just relayed to him. I knelt before him, taking his hands in mine.

"She didn't come back to see me, or Meg. She came back for you." I spoke with fright, knowing he had been waiting for her return. He loves her, so much more than me. How can I compete with her?

"I don't want to see her." He said plainly.

"Your a terrible liar Erik." I spoke lightly, trying to hide the true sorrow my heart felt. He looked into my eyes, all the tension from the fight left, only love remained. He glanced up for a moment. His eyes filled with fear at the sight before him. Getting up from in front of him, what frightened him came into my view, Christine.

"What... What are you doing here?" She shuddered out in shock, looking at me in horror.

"Erik?" She looked to him for some sort of explanation as to why he had another young ballet rat in his sacred home. He wrapped his arms around my torso, resting his chin on the top of me head.

"She is visiting me." He seemed to be threatening her.

"Oh, I see..." Tears started to swell in her eyes, as she stared at me in his arms.

"Christine." I called to her softly, but she ignored my plea, and glared at Erik.

"Her too? You can't keep your hands off the ballet girls, can you?" Her once sweet voice cracked with rage.

"Did you trick her into coming down here as well? Forcing her to return in fear?" The tears streamed down her cheeks, She tried to continue, but her tears stopped her. Crushed by Erik's fondness for me, she turned and ran out of his domain.

He choose me? She came back, His Christine, and he held me? Why? Why me? She was his angel, his beautiful music goddess. Why would he chose an earthly ballet whore over someone like her? I could never compare to her, and I know that. I shall never be as talented as her, nor any were as beautiful as she. I shall never give him all he needs, but she could.

He held me tighter in his arms, almost as if he was afraid I would run out just like her, leaving him alone in his darkness. I shook my head and sighed, realizing the mistake he had just made. Somehow he sensed me feeling,and kissed the top of my hair tenderly.

"Why did she comeback?" I asked rhetorically. He spun me around to face him, a playful smile cutting through the grim situation.

"I have heard I'm hard to resist." He tried to brighten the mood. I couldn't but shed all my thoughts at his smile.

"You are." Pushing myself up on my toes, I playfully nipped at him, before he covered my lips with his.

"I'm sorry." he spoke, dropping his eyes to the floor. I pulled back a moment, unsure what he had to be sorry about.

"About what?"

"What I said about you, and your age." He removed his hands from my waist, but I clung to his wrists, not letting his soft warm leave me.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing. What you said was true. I am young, and inexperienced. I on the other hand, lied to you." I moved closer to him, standing on the tips of my toes.

"The sex is great." His mesmerizing wolfish grim appeared once again on his face, as he wrapped his arms around my body once more, pulling my into him. His lips attacked mine, as he guided us back to his bedroom.