So here it is the 10 chapter. Yeah ten chapters. Woo hooo party. Hope you guys like it. plus I have 11 reviews I made it passed the double digit line. Woo hoo yet another party. Thank you so much to all who reviewed. Your the reason I write this.

DISCLAIMER: God how many times must I revert to this act of lowliness. I dont own POTO okay. No need to rub my face in the mud. Though one day I tell you... one day I will own POTO. But I do own the song in this chapter. So dont steel it or I will sue. Its wrong to steal songs. (hahaha it rhymed and that isnt a crime. Sorry I was watching Princess Bride)

ERIK'S POV

When I woke up the next morning I felt a head on my bare chest, and arm under my head, and a hand on the right side of my face. I looked down at the sleeping form of Christina and smiled. Last night she had removed the mask and I had pulled away, fearing she wouldn't want me. But she only pressed harder.

She looked so beautiful with her hair down like that. She had no idea how beautiful she really was. I looked around noticing that the room was littered with our clothes just thrown in random places.

I moved my arm from behind my head so that I could play with her hair. Puling one of her braids through my fingers in a gentle manner. It was a bright blue, and looking at it made me laugh. I had never seen her with her hair down except when I first met her. And that was only for a few seconds. She looked so beautiful with her hair down; like the halo of an Angel. But she was far from any angel the way she acted. Which made me laugh inside. More like a muse I guess, or an Angel of Temperamental and Psychotic tendencies.

Looking down at her he thought about how much he had loved her. Last night not a single thought raced through his mind except those of her. And not the her, he thought he would think of. Not thoughts of Christine, but thoughts of Christina

Feeling her shiver I brought the blankets up closer round her sleeping frame on top of me and tightened my arms around her shoulder.

Slowly and silently I drifted away into sleep, noticing that for the first time I dreamed of good things, I dreamed of her.

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When I woke up again it was later in the afternoon, around 11 o'clock in the afternoon. I heard a soft piano organ and realized that I was alone with only a comforter. Chris had already gotten up obviously. I got out of bed and grabbed a pair of black trousers and threw them on, along with my mask. Not bothering to put on anything else.

Walking out of my bedroom, since it had been closer to the wall, I leaned against the frame of the entrance and watched her play. She was sitting on the bench in only a red sheet with her hair down and around her face in a mess. Her eyes were closed as she played. Her body moving and feeling the music, as her hair looked like it absorbed the music as it waved with her movements. The red and brown in her natural auburn hair was catching each note and reflecting it.

God, your so beautiful. I thought to myself.

I walked away from the wall and towards her putting my hand on her shoulder. She didn't even flinch or move from what she was doing.

When she was finished I whispered in her ear, "That was beautiful."

"Mmmhmm" She said tilting her head so she was a hairs width away from my face.

"mmmhmmm" I mocked, before brushing my lips passionately against hers.

"God I am hungry." I said suddenly breaking the kiss.

"Uuuuuuuhhh! Cant it wait I was doing something you big oaf." She said before pulling me back and kissing me again. This time a bit more rough and lustful. Driving so hard we finally had to break for air.

"Now can we eat?" I asked teasingly while pinching her sides. Knowing that she was ticklish there.

"One more song please?" She pleaded, while dodging my fingers and suppressing a laugh. She started to get that look in her eyes where her lower lip starts to pout and her eyes get big and glassy.

"Alright, Alright…" I said. Trying to hide all my excitement and enthusiasm. I had never met someone who had such a passion for music before. At first she had been so phlegmatic, so repressed… but over the days she had become more ebullient. I could tell that her life had once revolved around music. That she like I had had a passion that could be unsurpassed. Yet like me, certain circumstances caused that passion to wither and die, only now being re-awakened with another love.

"So what do you want to play?" I asked her. Taking a seat on the bench next to her.

She just smiled and started to play a song. She pointed to the music on the organ so I started to playing a bit of the melody for her, while she sang. Her voice was so clear and perfect. She knew the exact moment to crescendo, or carry on in a vibrato, and when to just carry a note on in an ethereal state.

Unlike all of her other songs this carried an air of cordiality about it. It was soft but somewhat jubilant; and by the looks of it… had just been written.

I know that I'm irascible and somewhat inveterate,

Or that at times I can be such an insurgent,

I'm repressed and reclusive.

But did you ever think that just for a second.

You were to.

I laughed as she finished the first verse looking into my eyes with a mischievous look in her eyes.

We fight and we yell, neither one caring whose right,

Yet we sing and we talk, always listening and showing signs.

Signs of how our love grows strong,

Oh how without the other…

Everything would feel so wrong.

She was closing her eyes now moving with the music yet again. I just put my head in her hair smelling it and knowing I'd never forget that scent of strawberries and raspberries.

I love it when you scream my name.

When you tell me that I am insane.

Cause than at least I can say right back at you.

That without me you'd be insane too.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud right there as she turned her head towards me; her eyebrow rose in fascination.

So with those final truths uttered out loud,

At least I know that with you I can sleep without a sound.

But just remember that no matter how much older than me you think you are,

I can be just as mysterious and abstruse as well.

With that she got up from the organ and said," So what do you think. I wrote that just for you."

I laughed and pulled her to me wrapping my arms around her waist.

"That was lovely… very true as well."

I breathed into her hair since my chin was resting on her head.

"Oh was it?" she said pulling away and punching me on the shoulder. Not gently either.

I reached out to grab her but she dodged out of my grasp. She leaped like a cat onto the table behind her and then jumped down gingerly without a sound. I tried to catch her but when I moved she moved the opposite direction, the table separating us. Finally I just jumped over the table and grabbed her while she turned around and ran. She almost could have gotten away too, but she purposefully hesitated.

"What is the fun in winning if you will not allow me to really win?" I asked holding her back to my chest. Her feet a good foot away from the ground as I buried my head in her long waist length hair.

"…uh…knowing that you didn't really win." She said in an air of obviousness.

I just laughed turning her around to face me as I lifted her up like a child and brushed lips with her. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed her up against the wall and started to kiss her more passionately, rubbing my tongue against her lower lip. She opened her mouth and both of us just lost each other. I just wanted to lose myself right there and then, until she pulled away.

"Were we gonna eat?" She said in a teasing manner.

Now I was the one to groan in exasperation.

"Can it wait you big oaf?" I said in a girly voice trying to annoy her.

Are you flirting? The Phantom of the Opera does not flirt.

"Hey… if your gonna mock someone I guess I will to then." And then she just shut her mouth and looked at me with one eyebrow raised. I just laughed.

"You would make a very convincing Phantom of the Opera... or a Lawyer for that matter. Have you ever thought of a profession as a lawyer?" I asked.

"Yeah for about two seconds until I lost the battle with myself as to whether I should or shouldn't. I kept saying objection. Of course I would ask on what grounds, and would hear 'On the grounds of Brooklyn.'" she said in a Brooklyn accent. I just looked at her slightly confused though amused all the same.

"Uh… it's from Newsies. It's a movie in the future."

I chuckled at that.

"Only you would lose a battle to yourself" I mumbled. Though she obviously heard me.

"Yep… now not to spoil the moment but I should get dressed." She said.

I sighed at let her down from out position on the wall.

"You could where your hair down today. For me at least." I said while she walked away .

She turned around with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"And risk disappointing you because I actually did as I was told." She said clicking her tongue.

CHRIS' POV

When I was done getting dressed I looked at myself in the mirror. Last night had been so… so… well I couldn't explain it. Though I was still a little shaken. I had given Erik what I could never give Dare. I wonder if he knew how much that really meant. If he could understand that in doing that I had given myself to him in a way I could never give myself to anyone. I looked harder at myself and smiled.

I lifted my hand up and took the hair tie that washolding my hair up, out.Allowing itto fall in thick waves around my face.

I shook my head in disappointment at my reflection and put my hair back up. Wearing it down gave Erik too much of me. And I was afraid to do that. In doing so I gave my love to him. I could handle pain. I had been through all kinds of pain and I knew I could handle it. But love was that forbidden realm to me. It was the one I was afraid to truly explore and open myself up to. Not even for Darienne had I ever really showed him how I really felt. Darienne had been so beautiful and so many girls had loved him… yet he had loved me and that scared me. What if I had just been a toy, a thing to crush? I had always thought that when we were dating, because he could have had any girl and he chose me. The lonely outsider who was friends with his sister, the ugly duckling in the pond. In doing so he could take that love and crush it, he could kill me, and no matter how many times I had wished I could die. I wouldn't let him be the one to take it from me, or Erik for that matter.But Dare had already done that to me, I knew not intentionally… but he still had in leaving me. Something told me that Erik still loved Christine and I was afraid to really, really open up to him, because I knew that if he did leave me… it wouldn't be because he died but because of her.

Stop it Chris! Stop it! It's the happiest day of your life and you are acting like a sour puss. Just knock it off.

I turned around and saw that Erik was leaning against the frame of the door looking at me.

"You are thinking about something. What is it may I ask?" He said, coming over to me and putting hisarms around my waist.

"Oh… nothing… lets just eat because I am starving." I said.

He smiled and held my hand leading me to the table.

ERIK'S POV

I could tell she was a tad perturbed when I watched her put her hair down and then up after considering it in the mirror, but I didn't want to push her about it, knowing what it was to want privacy. I laughed to myself knowing how right that felt. That two people could so easily understand each other; she knew when I wanted to be alone and gave me that space as I did for her. With Christine she had always been curious and ever inquisitive. Her innocence had made it a cute andan ever present attribute about her. But hen I was with Christina I realize how annoying it had been at times.

At that moment Chris stopped, causing me to stop and turn towards her.

"Erik you don't have to where the mask. I don't care; honestly I think you are sexier without it. And if anyone has anything to say else wise they'll have to answer to me, and the 'WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION'. Which, I promise you, will become uncomfortably lodged in inappropriate places if they do decide to say anything." She said to me stepping closer and fingering the mask.

I didn't know what to say exactly. Though her words were uplifting, it meant giving her a part of myself I had given to Christine only to have thrown back into my face. She had left me and I was afraid to truly show myself to Chris. I was afraid she would leave me. I was most afraid to love someone. I had known almost every pain imaginable, including the pain of losing a true love. I did not think that my heart would be able to bear it again either. (AN: AWWWW that's what Chris said to herself.) I didn't know what to do but thankfully Chris did.

"It's ok Erik I understand if you still are a bit uncomfortable with the prospect. But the offer for the 'WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION' still lies open." She said pointing to the bamboo cane, which had been left on the table. I smiled meekly thanking her.

"Hey its ok. Same deal as with my hair okay." I laughed at that. Not knowing how true it really was.

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