Little Lotte- I'm so glad to be back, I missed you so terribly bad. I hope your happy with this chapter, it's kind of fluffy.

Chapter 30

Erik watched the couple leave, pure shock hung on his face. Suddenly, he stormed out of the inn, leaving me alone, and confused. I tried to follow him out into the crowded streets, but his pace was too fast for me, even when I ran. His elegant figure disappeared into the oblivious world. I am not worried to where he stormed off too, for there are only two places he would go, the meadow, and home. Seeing as he was heading deeper into the city, he must be going to the Opera House.

As I approached our home, the sound of his music hit my ears, it flooded my soul with all my Erik's poor emotions, anger, hatred, fear. Never has my heart felt so heavy, it caused me to sink to the floor. Tears from no where streamed down my face, as the music washed over me.

Who could this man have been to cause such sorrow for my Erik? What did he mean by Devil's child?

The music stopped, allowing me to gather myself, and get up off the floor. Erik had only stopped to scribble the notes down, then began to play again. I had prepared myself this time, I wouldn't allow myself to break down like that before my Erik, not while he is in pain.

"Erik?" I asked sweetly, placing my hands on his shoulders tenderly. He didn't respond, not even turning his head to acknowledged me.

"Erik? Who was that man?" I asked again, this time louder, making sure he could hear me, but he didn't care.

"My Angel, My Love, Talk to me!" I pleaded, but he refused, instead releasing his pain into the organ. How I envy that instrument at this moment.

Aggravated with his unusual cold attitude, I grabbed at his wrist, raising his right hand from the keys, to get his attention. He turned his face to mine just slightly, still playing with his other hand.

"Erik!" I tried again, this time with more force, but no avail. He continued to play on that damn organ.

His organ. The only thought to cross my mind was to separate him from his organ. Without thinking, I slid my body between his and the organ, finding myself sitting on his lap, his face at my chest, and my legs around his waist.

"Who is he?" He looked up at me, the cold glare slowly fading, replaced by guilt, as his fingers slowly left the keys, finding them selfs upon the soft fabric of my dress, as the bunched fabric cascaded over his legs. He sighed heavily, and rested his head again my chest, the way a child buries themselves into their mother when they search for comfort. I cradled his head in my arms, pressing him closer, till his hot breath skimmed over my exposed flesh.

"I knew him, many years ago, when I was just a child." He began, raising his head, locking eyes with my own.

"Do you remember when I told you I was part of a traveling fair, as a young boy?" I nodded my head, curious as to what he would say.

"I was one of the freaks, they called my the devil's child. The man who kept me, Javert, he... he... he would remove my mask of all those who paid to see." Tears began to stream down his face, as I pulled myself closer to him, trying my best to comfort my Erik.

"Dorian was one of the many bastards that ran around the fair. He took a liking to Javert, in more ways than one should care to know. He picked up many of the twisted man's habits, most of all, finding pleasure in my pain." He turned his face away, focusing his gaze on nothing in particular.

"How could he have recognized you?" I turned his face back to mine, laying butterfly kisses on his nose.

"It was so long ago, and with your mask?"

"I don't know." He said honestly,

"Perhaps it was my voice."

"It is unforgettable." I teased, trying to brighten his mood. A small, weak smile appeared on his face.

"What is wrong with this world, Mon Ange?" He asked, staring up at me.

"Why must we be tortured? Why must every time I believe god has finally decided to end my misery, he decided to do something like this." One of his hands found its self in my hair, gently stroking my head.

"Why must he interrupt the heaven you create for me?"

"He isn't interrupting, Just making sure you appreciate the good."

"But everything was perfect, Mon Ange." He lowered his head, but I lifted it back up, stealing a quick kiss.

"Well, lets make it perfect."

"And how do you expect to do that, Mon Ange?" A wolfish grin crept across his face.

"What do you want, my love?" I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, resting my head on him.

"What would make it perfect?"

"You." His lips caressed the bottom of my neck, over the top of my chest.

"Then have me." I pulled away from him, locking our gazes once again.

"You already have me, body and soul, but have me completely, have me as your wife." I pressed my lips again his passionately, pulling away gasping for breath.

"When?" He panted out, before returning his lips to mine.

"Now." He pulled away, looking into my eyes, tenderly.

"Now?" He kissed the bottom of my chin.

"Is that what you want?"

"Of course." He nodded his head, as his hands slipped underneath me. He stood up, taking me into his arms, and carried me to our bedroom. He let me down next to the bed.

"You don't mind, if it isn't an extravagant wedding?" He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist, letting his hands rest upon my stomach.

"Erik, I never wanted one, I just want to be yours, till the end of time ."

"Then what are we waiting for, Mon Ange?" I spun around, my lips meeting his.

"Let me get little Meg, and Murtagh, I want them to be there."

"Of course, Mon Ange. I will get Murtagh, and meet you to in the front of the opera house, on the steps, I shall have a carriage waiting." I kissed my once again, before helping my gather my wedding dress from the closet, and placed a cloak on my shoulders.

"What about a veil?" He whispered into my ear.

A veil! How could I be so stupid not to get one? What is a wedding dress without one?

My face turned red with embarrassment. Erik smiled, leaving my side to go into the closet. I followed close behind, watching him open up is old, red cherry chest, digging through the random articles from his past. After a brief moment, he found what he went to retrieve, and handed it over to me.

"It was my mothers." A beautiful, white veil lay in my hands, a soft red stitch ran along the edge, matching my dress perfectly. Despite the garment's age, the fabric seemed full of life, the white seemed to radiate from it.

"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed, placing it on my head, looking at it in the mirror. It looked unusually long on my, the bottom of it dragged on the floor, but elegantly. He came up behind me, running his hand down the fabric.

"Now go, It might take some time to get Meg to rise from her bed." I kissed him one final time, before disappearing up to the world of light.