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The Phantom was racing along the hallways, looking for the way out. Normally, he always knew where it was, but the vixen behind him was distracting him too much to think clearly.

'Curse her for being so beautiful.' He thought as he winced at the pain of his growing erection.

'And this is just her running behind me. Just think of what would happen if we actually did anything.'

Christine knew her angel knew the undergrounds of this opera house very well, which was why she thought he was taking an awful long time to get them out of there.

"Angel? Are we going the right way?" she asked her voice barley above a whisper.

"Of course. Why would you think we weren't?" he stopped and turned around to look at her.

"It's just taking us a long time to get out of here… Is there something on my dress?" she looked down at her flannel nightgown.

The Phantom quickly took his gaze off her breasts. "Uh… no nothing." He blushed on his good cheek.

"Then why were you looking at my chest?" she questioned.

Surprisingly to her, he chuckled. "Ah, my innocent little Christine. No more talking till we get outside."

Suddenly she got why he was looking and blushed. She turned her head down as they continued down the corridors, now walking.

"Can I ask you one more question?" her face still pointed to the ground.

"Okay. But just one." He said back to her, still walking.

"Do you have a real name?" she looked up and blushed even harder when he looked back at her.

"I do, it is Erik Destler. Why is it that you want to know?" he was very surprised at her question, but tried to hide it from her.

"I wanted to know the name of my angel of music. I didn't even know if you did have a name." she replied looking down again.

"Erik." She said trying out the name. It felt funny on her tongue, but she knew she would get used to it.

He chuckled again and started moving. Once he finally got outside, he looked back to see if Christine was okay. He wished he hadn't. He had never seen his angel in daylight before. Only with the stage lights and they washed out her face.

'She looks gorgeous out here.' He thought to himself. He smiled and began looking for the carriage he paid for.

He grimaced at the thoughts he had when he was paying for this carriage. He had thought he would take Christine away, if she liked it or not. But when he first laid eyes on her this morning he forgot all about making her leave right away.

He pulled her over to the waiting horses and buggy and let go of her hand to open the door for her. Erik grabbed her hand again to help her into the seats, and then followed in after her.

After they were settled, Erik knocked on the front of the buggy to signal the driver to start moving.

Christine was again, very nervous. "Erik, where are we going?"

"It is a surprise. You'll like it, I promise." He replied looking at her and licking his lips.

Christine suddenly wondered what Erik was hiding under his mask. Was it so horrible that he had to hide it? Then she wondered if he would ever let her see what was behind his mask.

Then, before she knew it he was slowly leaning forward to her. She got a vision of them kissing and him putting her hands on her. A lightning bolt of heat soared through her body and settled on her womb.

Erik had no idea what possessed him to try and kiss her. 'Just turn away Erik, before she screams.'

When he didn't turn away, Christine leaned forward and captured his lips in a caste kiss. She scooted toward him on the seat and felt his arm go slowly around her waist.

When Christine pulled away when the kiss was half over, Erik was more than surprised. But he was thankful that she didn't move away from him.

Quickly, she put her hands to his mask and pried it off. He raised both his hands, letting go of Christine, and covered his face.

"Christine, why did you take off my mask?" His anger bubbling inside him, treating to burst.

When she didn't answer, he asked again, "Why Christine?"

She had seen his face and was speechless. "What happened Erik? Why are you like this?" she tried to take his hands off but he moved farther away from her.

"I was born this way." He whispered looking away. She reached up once again and took one of his hands off, and when she tried to cover himself again she said, "No Erik, I want to see your whole face."

He sighed and let his other hand drop to his side. He closed his eyes and prayed she wouldn't scream. "I know it hideous, and I would understand if you want to leave now." He sighed again and opened his eyes.

"Why would I want to leave? I want to be with you." She whispered and leaned forward, breathing on his deformed side.

Then she kissed away the tear that had somehow fallen from his eye. She scooted into him and started placing kisses all over his face, the good side and the bad side.

He was so startled that he opened his mouth in surprise. Christine used the opportunity and kissed him, full fledged on the mouth. He put his tongue in her mouth inside hers and kissed her back.

'This has to be some sort of trick. She can't have just kissed me with my mask off. Hell, I didn't even think she would kiss me with my mask on. Guess I was proven wring just a little earlier.'

Erik had never kissed like this before and it was a surprising change. Before today he had never kissed a girl before. Without consent, of course. He shuddered at those thoughts.

He pulled back from her mouth and lead hot kisses down her neck. Christine gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders as heat soared through her body and flew to her abdomen.

He brought his mouth back to her mouth to taste her again, but in the middle of their heated kiss, the carriage stopped and they pulled apart.

The buggy driver opened the door that was closest to Erik and gasped at the sight he saw, his master, without his mask, with the beautiful Christine in his arms. But he quickly regained his posture and held the door open for Erik.

Erik quickly put his mask back on and stepped out. He put his hand resiliently out for Christine to help her out.

She took it and gasped at the beautiful house before her.

I know this chapter was really bad and I am totally unsatisfied with it and I have been having a really bad case of writers block. But I thought I would post this really bad chapter just because it has been forever for you guys to have a new chapter. My next chapter will be a ton better, I swear.

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Thanks for reading,

Kimmi

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