Christine looked up into the eyes of her angel. She now knew that his name was Erik. She also knew more about love than she had ever known with Raoul. Erik had taken what little she HAD known, which was basically kissing, and shown her a whole new realm of excitement and pleasure, and… well… a whole new word. She sighed in contentment, snuggling closer to Erik, who wrapped his arms tighter around her. He laid in contentment, wondering how he became so lucky as to have the girl he loved for so long in his arms loving him back. He started kissing her behind the ear; the spot he knew made her melt. He smirked as she moaned in the back of her throat and as she went limp in his arms. He turned her toward him and began kissing her…

Raoul stood banging on Christine's door. "Christine! Christine Daae! You open this door at once. I command you to open this door!" He shouted to the door, expecting to be obeyed. After all, he WAS the Viscount! Madam Giry came running down the hall as fast as she could. "Viscount! What are you doing?" She looked at him sternly. "I am going to take Christine out with me to dinner, whether she likes it or not. If she denies me, then I shall harm her 'angel of music.'" Raoul growled. Madam knew that Erik was more than capable of handling himself, but that was not something that she wanted the Viscount to know. "I'm sure that Christine is asleep. She hasn't been sleeping well lately, so the doctor gave her a sleeping pill that lasts until 6:30 tomorrow morning." Madam Giry lied. She knew that this was partially true. Christine HAD been having trouble sleeping, but Christine had refused the sleeping pills. She just hoped that Christine hadn't told the Viscount that. "Very well." Raoul growled again. "But tell her this: that if she ever wishes to sing on this stage again, that she will meet me for luncheon directly after practice is over at noon." Madam Giry hesitated. For all she knew, Christine had agreed to stay with her angel forever. "I shall tell her the message sir, but I can not tell you what her answer. She may not wish to ever speak with you again when I tell her what your message is." "Then she will have chosen death for her angel." Raoul shouted, and with that, turned on his heal and stomped away, back to his horse.

Christine woke up to the organ playing softly. She smiled when she heard her angel singing.

Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses abandon their defenses ...

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor ...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ...
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before ...

Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ...
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me ...

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in to the power of
the music that I write - the power of the music of the night ...

Christine pulled away the curtains that surrounded the bed that she and Erik had shared that night, and that they would share from that time forward. He heard the curtains rustle, and watched her step from behind them. He got up and strode towards her. Christine watched as her love swiftly came to her and picked her up and carried her over with him to the bench. "How did you sleep my love?" Erik asked as he sat her on is lap and began to play again as she nestled back into his chest. "Wonderfully, until you left." Christine replied. "I've been up for over 2 hours my love." Erik grinned. "Really? Where you were was still warm, so I thought that you must have just gotten up." Christine replied, blushing. "No my sweet. I have something for you." Erik told her, because he knew that she was embarrassed. "Oh! What is it?" Christine asked delighted. "but you didn't' have to get me anything." "Oh this was a necessary thing my dear." Erik told her. "Now, you must go put on proper clothing. We will have a guest in a few minutes…" Erik told her, winking. Christine jumped up and ran to the bedroom, and found the closet of dresses that he pointed out to her. Inside was the most splendid assortment of dresses she had ever seen. Arms came from behind her. "Do you like them dear?" Erik asked. "I made them all myself." "Oh they're beautiful! You sew better than I do, though I don't really like to sew." Christine admitted. "Erik! Erik! Dam you man! Where are you?" A new voice resounded though the labyrinth. Christine jumped and turned to hide in Erik's arms, but he just laughed. "You see dear? I told you we would be having company! Now pick a dress and come back out. I will leave you to dress while I go speak to him." Erik gave her a quick kiss and went out the door, closing it behind him. Christine looked at the door for a moment, and then rushed to the closet to find a dress. Oh how it would be hard to choose, but she knew that she must choose quickly. She finally picked a light lavender color with a low neckline. She washed herself and sprayed a sent of perfume she found in the closet door and stepped out of the room. When she walked out, she saw that Erik was in a tux, and that a man in his mid 40's was standing there, the older one with a Bible. "This is my friend Nadir, who will be performing the wedding ceremony. Since, of course, we cannot go to a church, he is best thing that we have." "Thank you Erik. I will always treasure that remark." The elderly man admonished him. "Miss Daae, or should I say, Mrs. Deluerx." Christine blushed. "It's a please to make your acquaintance sir." Christine curtsied. "Please. None of that. I feel like I know you, since you're all Erik talks about." Both Erik and Christine blushed at the remark. "Well, lets get this show on the road." Nadir said, enjoying the two's love for each other show in their blushes, but knowing that Erik wanted him to peform the ceremony, then leave them alone. He wasn't sure what Erik had in mind, but he hoped that Christine was truly in love with him, for both her AND Erik's sake. "Yes. Lets." Both Christine and Erik said…

I LOVE CLIFTHANGERS! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Raoul is only going to get crueler as the story progresses, so if you like Raoul, this may not be a story you like! For all you Raoul-bashers, this is REALLY going to bash Raoul! Please READ AND REVIEW!