A/N: SORRY! Yes I know that it has been for ever since me and Steph have updated and we are both really sorry. First off we would like to thank all of our readers and we hope that you still want to read this even though its been a month since we last put up a chapter.

Anyway, we will be updateing more often because we want to tell this story, so please read and review and we will keep updateing! I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Erik paced furiously, leaving a line in the plush Persian carpet with each stride of his long legs. An angel? Her angel? He could never be that for her, and it was sick and perverted to even let the thought cross his mind that he could possibly be heaven sent.

He grumbled an angry curse under his breath. Why did she come into his home without permission. Why was she making him regret ever helping her in that cold and dirty tunnel? And why wasn't she trying harder to come back to him? He shook his head. No, he wouldn't allow himself the pleasure of thinking that an angel like her would ever willingly come to him, with her arms open and words of love on her soft and full lips. He shook his head violently again and picked up a small clock that was on his desk. He peered at his reflection in the clocks glass. He sneered at the handsome side of his face, it was so tauntingly normal, perhaps even above normal and pleasant to look upon, and then his gaze traveled to the other side of his face which provoked his already rising anger.

Erik threw the clock across the room watching it explode in a hundred tiny pieces as it made contact with the cold stone wall that served as his prison. Perhaps this place would be more tolerable if she would stay with him and would love him forever...and lift this curse.

But she would never stay once she saw him.

"She'll think I am some kind of monster!" his eyes fleetingly met the corner of a partially uncovered mirror. "LOOK AT ME!" he screamed.

Erik fell to his knees and his shoulders began to tremble, his great big tears streamed down his face. He dried his eyes with angry fists and stood again. he began walking over to his huge swan bed and collapsed on it, his own emotions exhausting him physically. He tossed his mask aside and leaned over to blow out the small candle on the table next to his bed. He snarled at the tiny golden candle holder. "What are you looking at?" he grumbled pathetically and blew out the light, succumbed by his only true friend, darkness.

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Christine woke with her eyes puffy and her porcelain face tear streaked. She sighed, although her angel of music had frightened her, she missed him. She looked at the large standing clock in the bedroom she was laying in. It was 6 o'clock in the evening, she had slept all night and most of the day. This was the time he would have normally come to her, had she not made him mad the previous day? What had she done exactly anyway? she wondered.

Christine sighed again. It really didn't matter what she did or didn't do, the outcome was bound to be the same. That being the way of fate, if one of God's angels are upset with you they are going to be no matter what. Or at least until she made it better.

Until she made it better...

"That's it!" she proclaimed aloud to no one. She sat up and went over to the guilded mirror in the bedroom. Her face was pale and her eyes red. No, that wouldn't do, and besides, her dress was all crumpled from sleeping in. She walked over to the water basin and cleaned herself up.

After finding a dress in the large armoire and then pinching her cheeks to rosy perfection she walked over to the door and tried the knob.

Locked.

She shouldn't be surprised, she didn't hear him come all night, and she was a light sleeper. She jiggled the knob half-heartedly. Nothing, she sighed.

"I'll just have to wait for him then," Christine sighed again deeply and walked over to an over stuffed red velvet chair and sat. He would come, she knew he wouldn't let her sit here and starve.

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Erik sighed at the bread and cheese on the plate as he sat it outside her door. He pulled out a heavy brass key and placed it silently inside the lock. He unlocked the door and placed a small note next to the food, stating plainly that she wasn't to leave the room and that he would be back shortly to lock the door again.

He walked back to his lakeside home and disrobed. He took a spare shirt, breeches and a towel. He moved a mirror and walked down a small corridor that led to a small pool that was cleaner and warmer then the large underground lake that his home sat next to. He sighed as he lowered his tense body into the water. How was he ever going to confront the girl? When was he going to let Christine know he was no angel? He ran a hand through his dark hair and took a deep breath before submerging himself in the clear water.

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Christine grumbled and stood again. Well, if he wasn't coming then she was going to change into something more comfortable. She stood and walked over to the door deciding to try it again just incase.

And to her utter surprise it wasn't locked. She smiled and walked over to her night stand and carried a candle back to the door and opened it. Perhaps this was her angel's way of letting her know he was sorry and that she was allowed to leave her room.

She walked out the door, completely oblivious to the letter and the plate at her feet. She walked down the carved cave hallway and back into the mysterious home of her angel of music.

She smiled and sat the candle down, walking out of the messy bedroom and into the large room with the eerie green lake. I wonder were my angel is? she thought.

She cast her large brown eyes around the room in search of her heaven sent teacher and then they fell upon a mask.

Well I hoped everyone liked the chapter, please R&R