A/N: Okay so this is going to be the last chapter till I'm back on Monday.I hope you all enjoy, and don't forget to review.

Erik

Erik looked up at the grandfather clock in his Library and it read 6:50pm. It was almost time, so he quickly got up from the couch in front of the fireplace and ran to the mirror in his bedroom, which was upstairs.

Erik examined himself in the mirror and made sure his face was very well covered with a good amount of stage makeup. He could still see the ridges of the scars, but at least the redness from the scars and the purple under his eyes were almost gone. Christine had seen his skin at its worse, but it never hurts with these new products, to spruce up a bit. Erik was wearing his usual black jeans with his Chelsea boots and a black V-Neck tee. He kept his hair natural because he hated wearing the gel; it reminded him of the wig he would wear back at the opera house. The only reason he wore gel when he taught at the school was because of the codes, it wasn't permitted to have unkept hair.

Then the doorbell rang.

Erik cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders back, he didn't understand why he was so nervous to see his Christine as this wasn't the first time around. He walked at his normal pace down the stairs to greet his Christine, but when he got to the door, he stopped. What if she wouldn't love him? What if she just was curious about her past life and doesn't want to be with him? If this was the case, he would then relive his life without Christine, to be forever alone.

Taking a breath in and breathing out, Erik opened the door and his mouth slightly dropped.

There was his Christine, all made up. He had her hair curled and that reminded him of when he first met her, except this time she had these bangs that hung loosely that ended right at the top of her eyes. She looked a lot more grown up here and her clothes didn't help either. She was wearing jeans that were ripped at the front of her thighs, and a black halter top, with a leather jacket on top. Her black- heeled boots also made her a lot taller as well. At this moment, Erik was actually intimidated by her. He never knew Christine as this before, this would be a new adventure for him.

"Christine," Erik nodded and motioned for her to come in.

Christine looked to her left and right then put her head down as she entered his humble abode. As she past him, he couldn't help smelling the intoxicating scent emanating off her hair. It was almost like a combination of Vanilla, Amber, Rose, and a hint of something fruity.

"You smell nice, if that is not too bold to say," Erik called to her as she walked towards the library.

Christine turned and smiled, "Thanks, it's Tresor by Lancôme, it's a trusty staple of mine."

"You look, em, lovely today as well," Erik added, as he followed her into the room.

"Sorry, for the get up," Christine lowered her head again, Erik didn't understand why, "I had to prove that I was going to some college party for recruits. December I apply to all of these colleges I want to go to, so that's the only excuse I could come up with."

"So," Erik cleared his throat, as he went to his alcohol tray and poured himself some Scotch, "this is what you wear when you go to lavish parties?"

Christine giggled, he loved her laugh, "College parties are not lavish, they are actually almost degrading. Dressing like this helps when you are trying to get into the in-crowd, the more on trend you are, the more the girls like you, and the easier you look, the boys will take notice. If you get the attention of someone who can help with your admission, you are basically set."

Erik sipped his drink to hide the uncomfortable way he was feeling, he didn't like the fact that Christine dressed the way to get the attraction of men, even if it was to go to a University.

"I'm sorry if this doesn't please you, Erik, but that's the way sometimes." Christine crossed her legs, shifting in her seat. She seemed uncomfortable in the jeans and Erik wanted to offer her something of his to wear, but he knew that wouldn't please her.

"Would you like a drink?" Erik tried to change

Christine's eyes widened, "I'm not even 18 yet, Erik, I don't think that would be wise."

"I remember you used to love Scotch," Erik smiled, "When we were living in the 40's we would always have a drink or two when we were able to spend some time together. You weren't 18 then either, but rules were different in England especially during war time."

Christine smiled to herself, awkwardly sitting there. Come to think of it, this was the most awkward conversation he's ever had with Christine, before he was much more fluid, but Christine was a lot more intimidating now than before.

Erik took his seat next to Christine. "So," she started, "Was I always this young when we met?"

"Yes," Erik simply answered, taking another sip of scotch.

"I think I changed my mind," Christine remarked and Erik lifted a brow, "I think I will have a drink, I feel too nervous."

"Why are you nervous?" Erik said, as he stood up to get her a glass with no hesitation.

"This is all too weird for me, I mean; you were almost my husband, we…" Christine's voice trailed off.

Erik turned back and handed her the crystal glass with golden liquid inside.

Christine looked down at the glass and took her first sip, this was going to be a long night.

Christine

Christine coughed after she took her first gulp of the scotch; it felt as though fire was burning her throat. She had had hard alcohol before, but she never had something this strong. She had to lie to Erik about never having it before because she didn't want him to think of her as something she really wasn't. She knew he already thought she was some sort of slut with what she was wearing, but she had to have Bella believe she was going to a college party. Of course, Bella had a fit when she saw her outfit, but she had to pretend fight her to wear it and promised that she would be really careful and cover her drinks.

"I liked this stuff?" Christine coughed out.

"You loved it, it took you some time to get used to it, but after a while you learned." Erik smirked to himself.

He looked ridiculously handsome tonight, Christine liked that he had no product in his hair today.

"How did this happen, why do you keep reliving your life, why do I keep reliving mine? I just don't understand." Christine needed to know, she believed in reincarnation, but not to be the exact person.

Erik scooted closer and advised that she needed to take another sip of the fire before he started his story. She agreed.

"When I was a young boy living with the gypsies, there was a seer that travelled with us. She heard me one night praying to the god I worshipped at the time. I was praying to have a love so great that she didn't care about my face and loved me for me." Erik laughed at himself, "I was 12 at the time, can you believe it? 12." Christine put her hand on his lap and asked him to continue.

"Well, the seer overheard me and asked me to come into her tent; she wanted to help me with my problem. I sat down across the table from her and she said she is able to ask the gods that she worshipped for me to have my prayers answered. I asked her how she was able to and she advised that it will be a dark path to walk for me, but she would do it."

"The next day, she found me again and she said it was done and now she would tell me my future. She said there will be a young girl that had a voice of an angel that will come to me and that I must teach her. She said she wouldn't be here, but in a huge building with Angels and Demons. She said that I should not think of this as a blessing but as a curse. All magic comes with a price, she advised me, and the price was, if we didn't end up being together after 3 tries, I would then be forever doomed to live immortal for the rest of my days alone."

"But I left you," Christine interrupted, "I left you for my love the first time."

"You didn't leave me, Christine, You were taken from me." Erik looked up at her and she saw the sadness in his eyes. "I had planned to wed you, and you agreed but your Love, Raoul, decided to steal you in the middle of the night while I was away. That was when I killed myself."

Christine's heart broke for him, "Erik, I am so sorry," she moved closer to him till they were hip to hip on the couch. Erik took her hands into his and kissed them.

"I knew that I had two more chances at that time to have you again and I wasn't afraid of death. The torment and the misery I was in was enough to put me over the edge." He paused, reached for the drink and took a bigger swig of the Scotch; Christine did the same, even though she almost choked.

"Our second life, our second life was much better. It took you about 6 months to fully remember us. We would see each other in the middle of the night and go to lavish parties and galas, I would show you things that you didn't even think exhisted. Of course we would drink and have a good time."

"Speaking of the last life, Erik, do you remember where I was shot?"

Erik stiffened. "Right under your rib, I remember the day like it was yesterday. Your arms were around my neck as we sealed our marriage in that chapel, then I heard it. You didn't scream, I just remember your lips parting from mine and your eyes turn blank." Erik paused; a tear fell from his eyes. Christine couldn't help by wiping it away, but Erik grabbed her hand once more.

"I killed Jonathan, your former lover of that life, that moment with my Punjab lasso and sealed his fate as well. After, while I heard police sirens in the distance, I grabbed your body and ran. It took a day for me to get back to where we spent our days together, I had a coffin built for you; built for the two of us. Well, you know the rest from the diary."

Christine's hand was still in his, "You slept with me till you died."

"This is correct, this is my last life to find happiness, and I couldn't bare you dying again."

"Erik," Christine asked, her eyes looking down at her lap. She knew the answer before she even asked the question. "Do you have one now? Do you have a coffin for me now?"

"I will not lie to you, Christine," Erik took another sip of scotch, "I do."

Christine took Erik's face in her hands, "I will not die, Erik. You and I both know that you will have your happy ending."

"It's not happy if you do not truly love me through my death."

Christine didn't want to ruin anything and couldn't find the right time to show him the scar, so she thought for tonight she wouldn't. She found that she did find him quite attractive and that his story really did make sense. They pull she felt towards Erik was too much to bare now, it was as if now, since she knew who she truly was, those feelings and thoughts were all brought back to her.

Christine took her hands off him and grabbed to drink the last of her drink.

"Christine, do you think you can ever learn to love me?" Erik seemed so sad as if he was almost out of hope.

She put her empty glass down. "I can start to learn how," then Christine, feeling extremely confident now after letting the alcohol absorb into her blood, sat upon Erik's lap and tried to kiss him.

"Christine, please, you know you don't want to do this." He grabbed her shoulders, and slightly pushed her away.

"Why are you fighting me, Erik, I want to give us hope, how can we move forward if you are always pushing me back?"

Christine took his hands of her shoulders and placed them on her waist, Erik didn't say a word. She then, slowly, brushed her lips against his. "Is this okay?" Christine whispered. Christine saw Erik tensing up as he tried not to give in, but she knew he would give up. She then leaned her lips in again and pressed them harder against Erik's and that was went she felt his bring his hands higher onto her back to push her closer to him. He had succumbed to her kiss and Christine whimpered a bit, which then, in her head, she was hitting herself for being so stupid, but she couldn't help it. This kiss was so different from the first that she had given him, Erik was hungrier for her this time, he let a growl escape from his throat that answered her whimper. He then wrapped his arms around her back and lifted her up; Christine helped by wrapping her legs around his waist. As they kissed, Christine felt Erik walk up the stairs towards the bedrooms, or what assumed were the bedrooms seeing that she's never been up there before. Erik placed her on the bed and got on top, straddling her as he resumed kissing her. His hands glided up inside of her shirt, then he froze.

"What's wrong?" Christine said, feeling her breath coming back.

Erik lifted her shirt, "Erik! No… wait!"

There it was, exposed, the burned up scar that was under her right rib.

A/N: So, I know I said that i wouldn't do a Cliffhanger, and it's not really a cliff hanger seeing he was going to find out about the scar eventually. Don't Disown me! lol also, Tresor is my FAVORITE LIFE Perfume, so I wanted her to smell like that. Another side note, You don't need to dress like that for college parties, trust me. This is just for the story. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed the story and give me a review I live on those!

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