Hey everyone, the reviews that I am receiving are great thanks a lot. I intend to always write more chapters each day but lately it has been quit hectic due to the remodeling of my bedroom. Today I got a rug put in and am in the middle of unpacking my Phantom of the opera merchandise and getting stuff back up on the shelves. Well enough about my room, here is the next chapter of the story. Enjoy and don't forget to R&R..

The next morning, Erik awoke to his body stretched out over the piano. The night before he had kissed Christine and let her sleep as he tried to get his mind off of his erection. He opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them and noticed a note placed on the top of his piano. He took it and read the message that was inside it.

"dearest Erik,

I didn't want to disturb your sleep. I am just writing

To notify you of my lunch date with Meg. I shall return to

You later angel and when I do we shall take a walk or sing.

Till then

Christine"

Erik wondered what on earth she would want to talk to him about but couldn't wait to see his angel of music. Erik stood on his feet, and decided to go sit out on the balcony for a bit. He knew that some fresh air would do him good and the daylight would make the paleness of his skin fade as well. As Erik sat there in the snow he saw a couple walking down the road holding hands, and then another couple swinging their child back and fourth as they walked down an alley. How badly he wanted to make love to Christine, how badly he wanted to make her children and have lots of babies "Oh Christine." was all Erik could say as he touched his mask in disgust.

Christine sat with Meg in the small restaurant listening to her talk about her lover Marco and his doctor job. She had written Erik the letter once she found him asleep stretched over his Piano. She couldn't dare wake him and just decided to write him so he wouldn't worry about her whereabouts. She had kissed him last night and afterwards he had pinned her down thinking that she was giving into having sex with him. She felt so stupid for stopping him from going on because it was only afterwards did she realize that she had hurt his feelings. She had to remember to always think about what she was doing because something's Erik didn't understand and made him think wrongly of it. It wasn't that she didn't want to make love to Erik it was just that she wasn't ready yet…or was it Raoul? She didn't know but she wasn't worried about that at the moment, she was more concerned of Erik being found by the mob. "Christine, so tell me why are you liking the Phantom? You should be back in Paris with Raoul, he's looking for you." said Meg. "what? How do you know?" asked Christine. "because the night before I left Paris he barged into my mother's room demanding that she tell him where the Phantom was. She wouldn't tell him and Raoul threatened to have his head mounted on his wall if he ever found him." said Meg. "what should I do?" asked Christine. "leave the Phantom before both of you get hurt." said Meg. "I would break his heart." said Christine. "better to be broken then dead." said Meg.

Erik had come in and sat down by the small fire place in his room to get warm. He wondered when the snow would melt and summer would come. He hated the winter because it was dark and cold just like his soul, something he hated about himself. Once he was warm again, he sat down at the piano to try to force himself to play. As he pressed his broken fingers against the keys of the piano he moaned in agony. He still could not bring himself to play without pain, he wanted to play so badly because music was the only thing in his life that never abandoned him and now he was abandoning it due to his injury. He pounded his fists down on the keys in anger and as he did the door flung open and Christine entered tearing off her snow soaked cloak. Erik was so frustrated at the fact that he couldn't play that he didn't even turn around to look at her. "afternoon Erik." replied Christine as she approached him from behind and placed her hands on his shoulders. "you're chilled to the bone my angel, you should go sit by the fire." said Erik as he looked over his music. "something wrong Erik?" asked Christine. Erik sighed "oh I can't play my music and it's something I've been longing for." "do you want my help?" asked Christine. "no, it's ok. I shall do something else." said Erik. "oh, ok." replied Christine. Erik looked at her and turned away from her beauty. Christine had a seat beside him at his piano and said "are you mad at me?" "no my dear, why would I be?" questioned Erik. "about last night." said Christine. "oh Christine, how could I be mad at that? Could I blame you for not wanting to make love to me? I don't turn any women on and I never will, not with a face like this." said Erik.

Christine put her hand over Erik's and said "it's not that I don't want to make love to you Erik, it's just that I don't think we should right now." "yes because I'm hideous." said Erik. "no because we hardly know each other. You know all about me but I don't know a thing about you." said Christine. "what would you like to know?" asked Erik. "everything." said Christine. "something's should never be told to someone and my life is one of them." said Erik. "Erik please tell me….where are you from? What about your childhood?" questioned Christine. Erik sighed "oh Christine…if I tell you then you must swear never to tell anyone. The only one I have ever told this to was Madam Giry and now you and I wish to keep it that way." "I shall never tell a soul." said Christine.

Erik touched his mask and remembered everything. "I was born in Persia to an Irish band of Gypsies. My mother's pregnancy was very hard and doctors told her that there was a good chance I would die before being born. I survived and my mother died giving birth to me. As soon as I came into the world my face haunted the nurses and doctors and even my own father. He hated me for taking his wife from him, and he hated my face even more. My father was the leader of the Gypsies and after my birth just drank himself into oblivion each day. I was never given a name, he called me his bastard child and loved beating me each day for no reason but out of anger for my mother. He beat my face most of all, making my deformity worse than I had been born with. When I was five he sold me to another band of Gypsies, a traveling freak show that called me the devil's child. They named me Erik and beat me four shows a night to earn money from the people who came to see my face. We once traveled to Paris and as I was getting beat I saw a girl looking at me with such pity in her eyes. No one had ever shown me compassion and once the coast was clear she came back after my beating and saved me. She took me to the opera house and there I got my first bath and slept in a real bed for the first time in my entire life. The girl who saved me was Madam Giry, she was living at the opera house studying to become a ballerina. I built myself a home in the cellars and made myself a key to the library so I could sneak in each night and give my self an education. I learned to read operas and write music, perform the most undoable magic tricks and to sing. Madam Giry had made me the mask in hopes of the world seeing the beauty that I had to offer but that didn't change a thing. I was nearly twenty when I heard you singing in the cellar out of sorrow for your father. I thought that you had the most beautiful voice and if taught well could be the next opera diva. Then when you turned 16 I thought that if I showed myself to you then you could learn to love the one who taught you how to sing."

Christine knew that he had a horrible childhood and wanted nothing more than to love him but knew that he was in danger. "Erik, I can't stay here with you anymore." she replied. Erik's heart sank as he heard the words come from her lips. He was no longer going to keep her away from her feelings so just put his head down. "if you want to leave me then go ahead." "Erik, I don't want to leave you. It's only to protect you, Meg has told me horrible things about your fate if you are found." said Christine. Erik let a few tears escape his eyes and said "what good is love if you can't fight for it." "What do you want with me Erik?" asked Christine. "to be with you forever Christine." said Erik. "tonight is my first show Erik, I hope that you will come." said Christine. Erik looked up at his angel and said "I wouldn't miss it for the world." "great, can't wait to see you there." said Christine.

Later on that evening, Erik sat at his piano tying a black ribbon to a single rose. He struggled doing it because of his fingers but managed to do it. It wasn't the best bow he had ever tied to one of her roses but it would have to do until his fingers recovered. He then reached into his pocket and took out the ring, the ring that Christine had given back to him down in his cellar in Paris. He wanted to tie it to the rose but knew that his heart couldn't take rejection on this night so stuck the ring back in his pocket until another time. He then checked his pocket watch to make sure that he wasn't running late for his love's show. Before leaving the room, he looked at himself in the mirror making sure that he looked handsome enough for her. He was wearing his white mask and his black wig, making him look like the handsome devil that he really wasn't. "if only I could permanently look like this." thought Erik to himself. "then she would accept me."

Raoul walked down the streets of Paris in anger. It had been weeks since he had last been with his angel Christine and Madam Giry wouldn't rat Erik out. He knew just who to go to and when he found Erik he was going to make sure he could never sing again. Raoul entered the small shack that presided on the docks of the bay. Sitting there behind a desk was an old fisherman names Joseph Black lot. "what can I help you with sir?" asked Joseph. "I'm trying to find my wife Christine Daee." said Raoul. "and what makes you think that I can help?" asked Joseph. "I heard that you know where every ship goes." said Raoul. "yes, yes I do." said Joseph. "a few weeks back there was a black ship that sailed off with my wife on it. She was kidnapped from me and now I want to know where that ship was headed?" asked Raoul. "oh the "SS Merkin" that was headed for Manhattan." said Joseph. "when is there another one coming in?" asked Raoul. "tomorrow night around eight." said Joseph. "Wonderful, if you see the captain tell him to make room for Raoul De Changy and his many men. I have myself a Phantom to catch and mount on my wall." said Raoul.

Erik stood on the rafters watching Christine sing. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress with white flowers printed all over it. Everything about her was beautiful especially her voice. She was the opera diva once more and only this time he had her all to himself with no one to steal her away from him. Once the opera ended, everyone clapped leaving Erik very satisfied. In the lobby Meg met Christine and hugged her as her lover Marco stood next to them. "Oh Christine you were wonderful tonight." replied Meg. "oh thank you Meg." said Christine. "how is your friend?" asked Marco. "you saved his life, he is doing wonderful." said Christine. "would you like to join us for dinner Christine?" asked Meg. "I already have other plans tonight Meg." said Christine. "ok, we shall see you later then." said Meg.

Christine raced down the halls to get to her dressing room to get changed before Erik spotted her. She had a surprise for him, she had been working on it all afternoon. Christine entered to find a rose with a black ribbon tied around it along with a note attached to the steam. Christine smiled and opened the note to see what he had written.

"My dearest Christine,

You sang like an angel tonight and not only did

my spirit soar but hundreds of others as well.

I truly hope that someday you realize the beauty in your voice and

The compassion you hold for me. I shall be waiting for you

Once you are dressed. Meet me in the lobby so we can be

Together once more on this wonderful night of celebration in

Your honor.

I remain your obedient lover

Erik.."

Christine put the note on her dresser and walked out into the lobby to meet Erik. She held the rose that he had given her and waited for his arrival. She then heard the swoosh of cloak and Erik appear behind her. She turned towards him and looked at how handsome he appeared to be. His black wig was intact and so was his white mask which covered the distorted side of his face. "I take it you read the note." said Erik. "yes, it was very kind of you." said Christine. "so shall we take a walk?" asked Erik. "actually I wanted to show you something." said Christine. "what is it?" asked Erik. "it's a surprise." said Christine. "what does that mean?" asked Erik. "it means that I made it for you and I want you to come with me to see it." said Christine. "as you wish." said Erik. Christine playfully covered his eyes and said "no peaking." "why not?" asked Erik. "because it's a surprise." said Christine. Erik closed his eyes, and Christine lead him up the stairs to the roof and opened the door to get outside. "open your eyes." she replied. Erik did as he was told and saw the roof lit by candles and that she had made up a couch under a ledge to keep it dry from the snow. "you did this for me?" asked Erik. "yes, now sit down so we can let this night begin." said Christine. Erik had a seat with her on the couch she had made up and watched her pour a glass of wine and hand it to him. "you know I can't drink that." said Erik. "nonsense Erik, tonight we are going to heal that stomach of yours. Now drink the wine and stop arguing with me." Erik took the glass, and sipped the white wine that was inside it. "that tasted so wonderful." sighed Erik as he took in the taste that he seemed to have forgotten because of his injury.

Christine laughed, and said "if you think that was good wait until you try this." she then cut up some cheese and meat for him, and placed a fork full of it up to his lips. "I shouldn't be eating that. I would terribly hate myself if I threw up on you." said Erik. "I asked the doctor if it be ok and he said that you can't keep starving yourself." said Christine. "yes but throwing up on you isn't great either." said Erik. "just eat it Erik." said Christine. Erik took the fork full, and sighed as the wonderful taste filled his body once more. "I'm in heaven." Christine laughed and said "I knew you would like it." "why did you do this for me?" asked Erik. "to thank you for everything you ever did for me. I should have done this more often but sadly I didn't." said Christine. "tonight is a night to celebrate your triumph, not my love for you." said Erik.

Christine smiled, and began to kiss passionately kiss him. As she did, she easily forced Erik's body down on the couch so that she could lie on him. Christine ran her fingers under his wig, managed to remove it. As Erik kissed her, he moaned in pleasure as her soft lips intertwined with his. He felt her fingers run under his wig and remove it and begin to touch the blonde, scarce hair that was left on his skull. He wanted to French kiss her so badly but the mask was making it very hard to get into a comfortable enough position to where he could begin to do it. He was relieved when he felt her curious fingers begin to touch his mask and a few move beneath it. Once he felt the cold air against his distorted flesh he moved his tongue into her mouth causing her to moan in excitement. His body turned on once again, and all the blood in his body rushed down to his trousers giving him the urge for fornication once again. As the kiss continued, Erik could feel Christine's leg lying up against his groin making it impossible to stop the erection that was forming in his trousers. Erik stopped kissing her, and sat up shifting her body from off of his. "what's wrong?" asked Christine. "I can't do this Christine." said Erik. "why? Is it me? What's wrong?" asked Christine. "every time we kiss my body yearns for your body and makes it hard for me to concentrate." said Erik. "what do you mean?" asked Christine. "as you know I have never had sex with a woman and when I kiss you my body builds up desires and causes pleasures beyond anything." said Erik. "Oh Erik." Cried Christine as she forced herself on him once more. She pulled the cover up on them both, and began to kiss him once more. Christine then moved her hand from his flesh down to his trousers and placed her hand on it's center feeling his solid manhood. "Oh Christine." sighed Erik in an orgasmic tone. Christine kissed him once more, and groped his trousers in pleasure. She then unbuttoned them, and was about to remove them when she stopped. "what's wrong?" asked Erik. "are you comfortable with this?" asked Christine. "yes, only if you are." said Erik. Christine began to kiss him once more and as she was she pulled his trousers down to his knees.

Erik felt blood rush faster to his pelvis as he felt his trousers being pulled down. Never had anyone ever done that to him and he was enjoying every second of it. He couldn't hold back his urge to moan any longer and did when he felt her soft hands touch his manhood. "Oh Christine." was all he could say. He felt her touch him so softly that the pleasure he felt was better than his love for music. He felt her hand nervously start stroking him uncomfortably so easily touched her hand and moved it down lower on his shaft. "just like that Christine." he softly replied touching her hand ever so lightly. He felt her begin to kiss him again as she stroked him causing Erik's hips to rise off the couch and his moans to escape through his kisses. "oh Christine, harder." as he felt her do as he asked, he roughened the kiss. Erik had touched himself plenty of times in the past when his urges became to much to stop but what Christine was doing now was no comparison. Erik could feel himself getting close and when he finished a sigh escaped his lips. Christine continued to kiss him, and touch his distorted skin as he kissed her back. He looked at Christine who was staring at his face, she no longer turned away from his hideousness. "oh Christine I love you." cried Erik.

"Erik may I ask you something?" asked Christine. "yes." replied Erik. "how did you know how to "do it"? asked Christine. "excuse me?" asked Erik. "well when I was touching you your hand moved mine down more. You told me to do it "just like that." said Christine. "what are you getting at?" asked Erik. "I just wanted to know." said Christine. "if your asking me if I have ever done that to my self the answer is yes." said Erik angrily. "Erik don't be upset." said Christine. "why shouldn't I be? It's embarrassing to be telling you this. Me a man in my late thirties has not ever felt such pleasures in my life as I have felt tonight. When my urges got to strong to calm down then I would have to do it to myself instead of making love to a beautiful woman. Look at me Christine." Erik angrily pulled up his trousers and got to his feet. "where are you going?" asked Christine. "I just want to be left alone tonight Christine. Thank you for the dinner and wine, I shall see you in the morning." said Erik walking away with tears in his eyes.

Christine sat there alone as it snowed. All she wanted to do was make Erik happy and all she did was pour gasoline on the fire that burned for her in his heart. Christine lied back down, and hoped that things would be better in the morning…

More to come…

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