Corrected January 2007

Okay everyone I am back from the dead! Sorry it has taken me so long to update I have been really busy.

Oh and to the Gerry Butler fans who read this. I just posted a new story entitled Dracula's Witch, which is a crossover of Gerry's film Dracula 2000, and Harry Potter.

When Erik says "mon ange de l'avenir" he is saying "my angel of the future" I only got a B in French so if that's wrong I am sorry. And "baiser" means well think of the word Emily kept using when she first woke up in the lair. lol I had to use a translator for that because my French instructor never taught me any of the fun words. lol

"Pere" means "father"

To My Reviewers:

IloveRoswellandCharmed: If you loved the movie you should read the book. Just do what I do picture the Erik in the book as Gerard Butler.

krillball6: Thanks, I know its moving fast, my writing instructor is trying to get me to stop writing like that.

liVe-yOur-fAntasY: Thank you, and I love the way you sign your reviews lol

Erik and Fae: The cane idea sounds cute! lol

Dunthonwen: Thank you my ever faithful reviewer!

CHAPTER NINE

"The necklace I left on your bed." Erik replied "You didn't see it?"

Emily blushed "No, I was um...pacing"

"Why would you be pacing?" Erik smirked

"I...well I thought you forgot our deal." Emily's face went redder than Erik thought was possible.

"I could never forget mon ange de l'avenir" Erik softly kissed Emma's lips.

"Angel?" A soft child like voice sounded from the outer part of the lair.

"Urgh Christine" Erik groaned "baiser" He cursed under his breath.

"Wait a minute. You already know Christine?" Emily asked with sadness in her eyes.

"She's only 12 mon ange. I love you, not her." Erik pecked her lips and stood from the organ to make his way to Christine.

Emily's eyes went wide. "You love me?"

"Yes." Erik replied with his eyes downcast.

Emily smiled. "I love you too. But are you still pretending to be Christine's angel of music?"

"Yes"

"You need to tell her the truth. Trust me it will be easier on her now when she is still young."

"I don't know how to tell her mon ange." Erik looked strained.

"I'll help you, come on. She is probably scared out there alone." Emily stood and took Erik's hand. They made there way out to the sitting room to find a little girl standing in her nightdress grasping a crudely made rag doll. She had tears streaming down her face. At that moment the only thing Emily felt was pity. When she had first heard the story of The Phantom Of The Opera she had hated Christine. She hated her for what she had done to Erik. But the little girl standing before her was not the Christine from the history books in her time. This Christine was just a child, a child mourning the death of a parent. A feeling Emily knew only to well. She had felt the same things this little girl was feeling after the death of her mother. She had the sudden urge to wrap her arms around the child and tell her everything was going to be all right.

Erik made his way over to Christine "What is it jeune(young one)?"

"I had a nightmare that God called you back to Heaven and that you couldn't be my angel of music anymore." Christine sniffled and than turned her eyes to Emily "Who is she? Another angel?"

Erik lead Christine over to the sofa and sat her down, Emily followed silently.

"Jeune you need never worry about losing me I can not be called back to Heaven. And this.." Erik took Emily's hand "Is my lady, her name is Emily."

"Are you my angel's wife?" Christine asked Emily.

"No sweetheart, not...yet" Emily winked at Erik.

"Angel what did you mean you can not be called back to Heaven?"

"Christine, I am not a real angel, my name is Erik."

Christine looked hurt. "I do not understand, my pere said he would send me an angel. I thought that was you."

Erik looked lost for words and stayed silent. Emily stepped up to Christine and knelt in front of her.

"Christine, an angel does not always have to come from Heaven. Sometimes an angel is just someone who takes care of you, someone who is there for you when you are all alone. When your father or pere" Emily corrected when she saw the confused look on the child's face "promised you an angel, he meant he would send you someone who would always be there for you. Someone who would encourage your music. Is that not what Erik does?"

Christine nodded.

"Then Erik is you angel of music."

"I guess you are right." Christine smiled. "Ang…Erik would you take me back to my room? It's scary in the tunnels alone at night."

"Of course jeune, come along." Erik held out his hand. Christine took his hand and stood.

Erik turned to Emily and placed a quick but soft kiss on her lips. "I will be back soon, thank you mon ange. We can finish what we started when I return." He smirked.

Emily chuckled and turned to make her way to her bedroom, she thought it would be nice to take a look at her necklace. As she was halfway there a soft voice called her name.

"Emily?"

Emily turned around to see Christine looking at her.

"Yes?"

"Will you be my angel too?" Christine asked in her childish innocence.

Emily smiled warmly. "Of course sweetheart." She said as she made her way to her room.

Once Emily reached her bedroom she walked in to find the black jewelry case she had not noticed before. She picked it up and opened the lid. What she saw brought tears to her eyes. Inside was a silver chain with a blue stone pendent. The stone was her mother's birthstone. Over the months Emily had spoken to Erik at great length of her beloved mother. And Emily realized just how much Erik remembered as she could only recall telling him her mother's birthday once. Emily had a man that was a keeper and when he returned from putting Christine to bed she was going to make sure he knew that fact.

TBC