A/N ok this chapter might be a little corny. I hope you will like it still.

I could still feel the warmth of the candles lightly touching my face. I could still remember my heart beating so fast that I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. That night is a night that I never will forget for as long as I live.

Angel sat me down at his organ. I starred at him wondering what he was planning on doing with me. He began pacing the room lost in thought, when suddenly he looked straight into my eyes. I could feel myself blush, but my eyes remained glued to his. I could see all the sadness of the world in those dark, green eyes that I can never forget.

"Now I have brought you here for one purpose and one alone. I need your help with my newest opera, "Don Juan Triumphant"," he said. I began to laugh. The Phantom of the Opera needed my help?

"The Phantom of the Opera needs my help? Monsieur I am nothing, but a poor, young maid. How can a genius need help from me?" I had asked?

"Yes, I do need help from a poor, young maid, but you are the only one who I could ask. Your voice is an angel's voice and I have no one else to turn to," he said taking my hands. I felt myself blush.

"What is it that you are stuck with?" I asked with a smile. I saw pure happiness in his eyes.

He had quickly sat down beside me and had said, "Now let me play you the main characters part." He began to play a tune that had so much passion, so much desire, and so much fire:

You have come here

In pursuit of your deepest urge

In pursuit of that wish which till now

Has been silent, silent

I have brought you

That our passions may fuse and merge

In your mind you've already succumbed to me

Dropped all defenses

Completely succumbed to me

Now you are here with me

No second thoughts

You've decided, decided

Past the point of no return

No backward glances

Our games of make-believe are at an end

Past all thought of "if" or "when"

No use resisting

Abandon thought and let the dream descend

What raging Fire shall flood the soul?

What rich desire unlocks its door?

What sweet seduction lies before us?

Past the point of no return

The final threshold

What warm unspoken secrets

Will we learn?

Beyond the point of no return

I gulped. It was a masterpiece and I knew exactly what those words meant. I knew that song was not written for his own pleasure, but for Christine. I was confused for I did not understand what he meant by needing my help.

"Angel I do not see what is the problem. This is a masterpiece."

"This song is not a solo, it is a duet. I do not know what to write for our main female character, Amita," he said.

"Play it for me again," I said.

He began to play the piece again. The music caressed my soul, made me burn with desire, passion. I began to sing, the words strangely flooding out of my mouth:

You have brought me

To that moment when words run dry

To that moment when speech disappears

Into silence, silence

(I had stood up walking towards the shore of the lake)

I have come here,

Hardly knowing the reason why

In my mind I've already imagined

Our bodies entwining

Defenseless and silent,

No I am here with you

No second thoughts

I've decided, decided

I turned around to look at him. He only stared.

"Well say something," I finally said.

He cleared his throat. "How did you come up with that?"

I looked down. I didn't even know the answer. I had never been the greatest composer, but somehow I could feel the words burning in my throat waiting to be released. "I don't know," I said in a whisper.

"Continue," he said.

"But, Master, I don't think I can continue. I don't think that I have anymore verses for this song."

"I will sing Don Juan's part and then you will sing Amita's new part." He began to play the piece once again. I can remember how he would get lost in the music forgetting about his surroundings, forgetting about me. It was my turn to sing. At first I was concentrating too hard on finding words to sing.

"Emily you are concentrating too hard. Let the words be release from your soul and heart," Angel said. I nodded. I began to sing my part again when I got the same feeling as before. The words were burning in my throat once again. I sang:

Past the point of no return

No going back now

Our passion-play has now at last begun.

Past all thought of right or wrong

One final question

How long shall we two before we're one?

When will the blood begin to race?

The sleeping bud burst into bloom

When will the flames at last CONSUME us?

Angel joined in:

Past the point of no return

The final threshold

The bridge is crossed

So stand and watch it burn

We've passed the point of no return

He had run over to me picking me up and twirling me around. He had said excitedly, "Emily you did it! You have finished my opera!"

I laughed, "It just came to me. The words were burning in my throat waiting to be released."

"You have a gift," he said.

"Thank you," I said. We continued to practice for over an hour. I was out of breath.

"One more time," I said exhausted.

"Tired Mon Ange?" he asked teasing me.

"A little, but not quite," I said with a mischievous smile. I refused to make myself look weak. He was too tired to play so we decided to stand up and sing with out music. Soon it had become my part:

You have brought me

To that moment when words run dry

To that moment when speech disappears

Into silence, silence

(I put a finger to my lip)

I have come here,

Hardly knowing the reason why

In my mind I've already imagined

Our bodies entwining

Defenseless and silent,

Now I am here with you

No second thoughts

I've decided, decided

(I let my hair loose from my bun letting it flow past my shoulders. I had walked away from where I was, my heart pounding from just looking at him)

Past the point of no return

No going back now

Our passion-play has now at last begun.

(I turned around and began to walk towards him)

Past all thought of right or wrong

(I began to circle him)

One final question

(I had gotten down on my knees pretending to beg for some kind of answer)

How long shall we to wait before we're one?

When will the blood begin to race?

The sleeping bud burst into bloom

(He helped me up)

When will the flames at last CONSUME us?

I boldly put my hand on his muscular chest savoring each sensation I felt. I began to push him backwards getting closer to one of the walls. Both of us sang our hearts out:

Past the point of no return

(I walked away)

The final threshold

(He ran up to me, grabbing my hand and spinning me into his arms)

The bridge is crossed

So stand and watch it burn

We've passed the point of no return

I froze. His hands began to run down my entire body making blood race, making my heart pound so hard I thought he could here it. Both of our breathing was heavy. I rested my head against his chest closing my eyes. I loved this man with all my heart, but he would never love me only for his precious Christine. Not knowing what the hell I was thinking I began to sing very softly:

Say you'll share with me

One love, one lifetime

Lead me save me from my solitude

(He slowly turned my body around to have me look into his deep, green eyes.)

Say you want me

With you here

Beside you

Anywhere you go

Let me go too

Angel that's all I ask of you!

We could only look at each other. My gaze would not break from his. My heart screamed, "Just kiss! Kiss him!" I slowly leaned closer to him, my eyes shut tight not wanting to see Angel's reaction to this bold movement. My lips shyly brushed against his. His lips were warm and gentle. I quickly snapped back into reality and pulled away. I looked down not wanting to look into his eyes.

"Emily. Emily look at me." I obeyed obediently. I could read his expressions which made me nervous. Would he be mad? "Kiss me," he said in a whisper.

I looked at him confused. "What?"

"I said, 'kiss me'."

At first I was hesitant until Angel took my face and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue begged for entrance which I aloud right away. He explored my mouth his tongue teasing mine. I moaned with pleasure. We continued to kiss passionately until an image that I wish did not appeared, appeared. The image of Will came before my eyes. Guilt sank in. I sadly pulled away. Tears began to stream down my face.

"I'm sorry," I gulped. "I can't do this. You love Christine, not me."

"But do you love me?" He asked wiping away my tears.

I laughed nervously. "My love for you is forbidden. I could never make you stop loving Christine. You have my love and my answer." More tears streamed down my face. "I should go," I said wanting to get away as soon as possible. He took my hands in his. A simple touched could cause new feelings, new forbidden fantasies.

"You are right. Half of my heart still loves Christine even though she has hurt me badly, but I can't ignore the other half of my heart, which belongs to you." My eyes widen. Angel loved me? I couldn't respond. I couldn't think. I could barely even breathe. I was so far away from reality that I didn't even realize Angel guiding me to the boat and taking me back. When we reached the opposite shore, I slowly came back to reality. We didn't say anything. He had kissed me lightly on the lips which made my heart beg for more. I watched him slowly row back to his artistic domain never forgetting that night, they way his lips could make my lips burn with desire. They way he made my knees weaken.