Chapter 3

A lovely name

Christine blushed. Erik Destler. That was the only thing on her mind. It was a simple name, but there was something about it that made Christine smile. it was because her angel finally had a name.

"Christine?" Meg whispered.

"Hm?" Christine hadn't realized she fell asleep. Had her angel been a dream?

"You need to get up now, madame giry needs us up."

"Mmmmm." She didn't want to get up from the warm, soft bed she laid upon. "But why."

"It's noon!" Meg took off the blankets on top of Christine, who curled up into a ball instead. Why would she need to be up? She didn't have rehearsals or practice today.

"Meg! Leave her alone!" Christine lifted her head to see the owner of this voice, it was Madame Giry. " She needs her rest after an eventful night, understood?"

Meg nodded her head but didn't quite understand. Nothingness, they left Christine alone to rest. now restless, she lifted herself up.

"Erik?" she called out. Would he come to his given name? She waited a moment or before she sighed, "Erik?"

"Angel."

"Erik? Where are you." She was excited now. Her heart raced as she tried to find the voice. "Where are you?"

"Here." Said a voice behind her. She turned around, nothing was there.

"No here." The voice now chuckled. Erik was rather amused by the situation. Christine's head was in every corner, looking for her angel that up until now… she didn't know was real.

"Erik… Phantom… I don't find this very amusing." She pouted. Was he making fun of her?

Erik came out of the shadows laughing, face red and tears coming to his two-toned eyes. "I apologize for that my dear."

Christine became very nervous. He may have looked handsome in the darkness, but he looked even more in broad daylight. She noticed that his masked eye was such a lovely of amber. Unlike last night he had no cape and no hat, nor a jacket. He had only his waistcoat on.

"My angel," Erik whispered melodically, kissing her forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

"Y-Yes…" She couldn't seem to look at they always this close? They only had met in person last night. She then realized she didn't have a corset nor proper drawers, only a thin chemise…

"E-Erik! I do not to be so rude, but you need to leave."

A feeling of hurt and disappointment shot through him. " Of course."

Was she disgusted with him already? Questions and pitiful answers flooded his mind. His confidence and romantic era abandoned him.

He left the room, going into a hidden entrance to the catacombs. He stood there for a moment. Did he do something wrong?

"Erik you may come in now."

He opened the door bit by bit. When he finally made his way into the room he saw that she had a light blue dress on.

Was that the reason he had temporarily kicked him out? Because she wasn't dressed? He felt like a complete pervert. An adulterer! He felt revolting for being in his her presence like that, exposed… her bare body in front of him…

"Erik? Is there something wrong?" Christine's voice was filled with worry. Was he alright?

"I'm fine my dear. Let's go and start on warming up."

author's note

y'all I'm so so so sorry I've been gone! School is so hectic but I have a lot more time now so you'll expect more chapters.