Just another chapter coming your way because of popular demand. Enjoy and don't forget to R&R. I don't own anyone but Nadir's lover Alex….and anyone else that wasn't in the original story by ALW.

All that night, Erik who lied in complete agony couldn't find the strength to put aside his pain and fall asleep. Aside from his pain he needed to go to the bathroom and couldn't get up because of his hurt leg. So for the remainder of the night, Erik lied there in his swan bed holding his urge to go to the bathroom and put up with his aching leg. Once morning arrived, he was relieved when he heard the gates of his lair opening and saw Christine, Nadir and his daughter walking towards him. Erik quickly grabbed his mask and slipped it over the distorted side of his face but didn't have the time to put on his wig so let his blonde locks stay revealed. Christine sat Clorinda down on the other side of Erik's bed and easily removed his covers. "Morning Erik." said Nadir as he began to loosen the bandages that were on his leg. "Nadir, before you work on my wound I would appreciate it if you would help me to the bathroom. I have had to go all night long but couldn't because no one was here to help me." said Erik. Nadir laughed "you can't get up from this bed. It could be a hazard to your health and your leg." with that he handed Erik an empty jar. "that will have to do for now."

Erik put the jar aside, and said "I shall hold it then until I can get on my feet and walk myself to the other side of my lair to relieve myself without an audience watching me." Nadir began to take off the last few bandages around his leg and said "have it your way." Once the bandages were off his wounded leg, Nadir looked at Clorinda "sweetheart do uncle Nadir a favor and go play by the gondola for a while so I can fix your Father….I mean fix Monsieur Kire's leg." Clorinda nodded, and when she was gone Erik looked at Nadir, and said "Nice going Socrates you almost let the cat out of the bag." "my mistake." he replied as he began to thread a needle to stitch up Erik's leg. "He said he was sorry Erik." said Christine. Erik gave Christine a dirty look, and said "I don't even want to hear you talk after what you did to me last night." "Erik, come on don't be like this." said Christine disappointedly. "I was left to hold my piss last night because you left me alone. What if I had fallen out of bed? Or needed some assistance?" questioned Erik. "I had a daughter to tend to Erik." argued Christine. "I needed you here with me Christine." he replied. "I'll stay with you tonight if Clorinda can stay too." said Christine trying to come to some sort of agreement. "What? And have her see what I really look like? Oh Christine how could you ask of such things from me?" asked Erik. "Could you please stop arguing and let me stitch your leg." said Nadir interrupting them. Once the commotion between the two stopped, Nadir began to stitch up Erik's shin. Each time that the needle would pierce his flesh it caused Erik to yelp in agony. When Nadir re bandaged Erik's leg with clean bandages he left him alone with Christine and Clorinda. "this is just a perfect hole I got myself into. I can't even look at myself right now." said Erik. "Erik, it's ok it's just a little hurt leg." said Christine. "Leave me alone ok Christine." shouted Erik as he pressed his head up against his pillow. "I hate when you're stubborn like this Erik!" said Christine as she through his blankets back over him. "Did I say that I wanted to be covered up?" questioned Erik angrily. "for someone who had to go to the bathroom all night sure doesn't show it!" yelled Christine. At that moment Erik got to his feet and reached for one of the metal rods that he placed candles on. He then leaned against it as he tried to walk towards the corner of his lair. "Kiss me arsh Christine! I'm not going to be bed ridden like a helpless three legged dog." Christine spun around in anger "I hate when you're a stubborn fool Erik!" Just then Erik collapsed on the floor, and yelled in agony. Christine then ran to his aid and said "Now see what you've done! How on earth am I supposed to lift you up?" "I quit Christine, I am one hundred percent finished." said Erik as he tried to pull himself up off the floor. Christine took his hand "Finished with what? Life?" Erik let her lift him up and said "No with you, I can't live like this any longer."

Christine placed her arm around him as she helped him back over to his bed, when he stopped her. "I don't want to lie in bed Christine." Christine nodded, and sat him down in his chair that was near his drawing table. "how is it that you are finished with me?" asked Christine. Erik looked up at her and said "I have pain Christine, pain in my heart that I can't take any longer. This pain can only be cured one way and one way only." "and how is that?" asked Christine. "to be able to love you as my wife. If I cannot love you knowing that no matter you're my wife then I cannot be associated with you. You were once my student but now I need you as my wife Christine. I want to know what it's like to be a husband, a father and a lover." Erik took Christine by the hand and said "I need you Christine." Christine kissed his fore head and ran her fingers through his blonde locks. "Erik if you weren't in danger I would marry you this instant." she replied. "I don't care about me being in danger any longer Christine. I just want to be with you forever and always." said Erik. "We shall take a walk when you are better. That is when we will discuss this situation." said Christine. "I want her to know Christine." said Erik. "no Erik Clorinda must never know." said Christine. "then when? I don't want her to go through life not knowing that I am her father." said Erik. "Erik when she was born you told me to never let her know." said Christine. "yes but times have changed." said Erik.

Just then Clorinda approached Erik and Christine and had a seat next to her mother. "Mother, can I be alone with Monsieur Kire for a few minutes?" "yes sure sweetheart." said Christine. She then walked away and left Erik and Clorinda alone. Clorinda looked at Erik, and said "I want to apologize to you for yesterday." "you need not to apologize to me Clorinda." said Erik. "I was scared." said Clorinda. "who wouldn't be? I am a monster and only your mother has seen past that." said Erik. Clorinda looked into Erik's face and said "so you really don't have black hair?" Erik closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. "No, blonde." "like me." said Clorinda. "Yes, like you." said Erik. Just then Erik turned away from his daughter and began to sing to her…

"What you see is what you get….me this horrible

Mesh. I am but a man drug into hideousness by birth put

On this earth to destroy what ever I touch….my hair is thin and blonde

My flesh torn and your mother stayed fond of me. Even after she had seen what

I had truly looked like. If only you knew Clorinda how much your mother

Truly means to me. She had been the only one to intercede what beauty lies beneath me…. If I could tonight I'd let you see how much she and you really mean to me."

Clorinda touched Erik's mask, and said "Monsieur Kire, could you remove your mask?" "no Clorinda, hideousness like this is meant to be covered not seen." said Erik. "you know some of the older kids make fun of me because of my face." said Clorinda. Erik touched her beautiful flesh and said "Clorinda, you are a very beautiful girl. There isn't anything wrong with the way you look, and believe me when I say that you are beautiful." "why do you think god gave me this scar?" asked Clorinda pointing to her cheek. "what so ever do you mean?" asked Erik. "well I saw a photo of my father and he doesn't have it so why was I given it?" asked Clorinda. "sometimes things happen for no reason." said Erik. "no Monsieur Kire, everything happens for a reason." said Clorinda. Erik smiled, and knew that she was his daughter. "What if your father were still alive Clorinda? Would you be happy?" asked Erik. "of course, I would be so happy to have a father to talk to. Could I tell you a secret? Like a father daughter secret?" asked Clorinda. "why would you want to do that?" asked Erik. "Well my father is dead and you're the closest thing that I've ever had to a father." said Clorinda. "ok." said Erik. Clorinda got close to Erik's ear and whispered "I don't think that Raoul is my father." "What?" questioned Erik. "I found letters in my mother's room." said Clorinda. "What kind of letters?" asked Erik.

Clorinda took a folded piece of paper out of her pocket and read it….

"Dearest Christine,

You sang like an angel tonight, you sing much better than that

Horrible song bird Carlotta. I hope to see you in my chambers tonight for another

Romantic evening my love. I realize that you have not seen Raoul in a few days which is

Great news because deep down my dear I love you more than life itself. Since the first time you and I kissed I knew that you would be the one, the one who I would want to be with until the day my life ends. Love me Christine and I shall love not another woman but you.

Forever and always my angel…

Opera Ghost."

Erik swallowed hard, and said "maybe Raoul was the opera ghost." "come not Monsieur Kire, my mother was with another. I also heard Madam Giry talking to Meg about it. She says that Raoul isn't my father and that my mother's love is still out there upset over this whole situation." said Clorinda. "maybe he's dead too." said Erik. "don't tell my mother that I know." said Clorinda. "I won't." said Erik. "you know what else I'm glad about?" asked Clorinda. "what?" asked Erik. "that Philippe is no longer my uncle." said Clorinda. "that's ok I guess." said Erik. "but what if he's my father?" questioned Clorinda. Erik immediately grabbed her hand and said "no Clorinda, your mother would have never done such a thing." "you really think so?" asked Clorinda. "yes my dear I am certain." said Erik. "how come you never told my mother that you cared for her?" asked Clorinda. "your mother and I are just friends and nothing more." said Erik. "well can I tell you a secret?" asked Clorinda. "yes of course." said Erik. "I woke up one night and walked into her room and heard her talking in her sleep. She was talking about how much she loved you." said Clorinda. "your mother and I are friends and nothing more." said Erik. Just then Christine re approached them and had a seat with her daughter. Later on that night, Erik who sat at his desk writing looked over and saw Clorinda walking towards him wearing her night gown. "it's late young lady." said Erik. "I can't sleep." she replied. Erik reached for his walking stick and pushed himself up and limped over to her. He then picked her up in his arms and looked into her beautiful face. She looked just like him but much more beautiful. "I have something for you." "you shouldn't be carrying me with your leg." said Clorinda. Erik lied her down in his bed and handed her a porcelain doll that looked just like Christine and said "this was your mother's when she was your age. That will help you fall asleep when you're scared." Clorinda held the doll close to her and said "thank you Monsieur Kire." "any time my dear, now try to sleep." said Erik. He waited until she had closed her eyes and then pulled the privacy drapes down and walked back out to his desk.

Christine seemingly came out of no where and touched his shoulder gently. "she's sleeping like and angel." said Christine. "yes I just put her in bed." said Erik. "do you want to take a gondola ride?" asked Christine. "at this hour?" asked Erik. "yes why not? Come on we can talk." said Christine. Erik limped to the gondola and had a seat with Christine as she pushed them out into the water. Once they were out a good distance, Christine anchored them and lied in her angel's arms. "life is perfect my angel." she replied. "I think she knows." said Erik. "Knows what?" asked Christine. "Nothing." said Erik as he closed his eyes. "Erik don't worry about anything. You are a good man and someday everything good is going to happen to you." said Christine. "When? When is this going to happen?" asked Erik. Christine lied on him, and said "I'll tell you this, if you come with me to my room you're going to get something sweet." "I cant, we cant leave Clorinda all alone down here and go upstairs." said Erik. "then lets go back to your lair." said Christine. "What? And be heard or spotted by Clorinda?" questioned Erik. "then I guess you've never seen Clorinda sleep then have you? When she is asleep no one can wake her not even two lovers making love." said Christine. "no Christine I can't make love with you knowing that Clorinda is sleeping in my bed." said Erik. "ok then why not right here?" asked Christine. "I'd rather go back to my lair." said Erik. "very well if that's what you want to do." said Christine. Once they got back to the lair, Erik and Christine walked past the bed that Clorinda was sleeping in and went around the corner. "where are we going Erik?" asked Christine. "to my secret room." said Erik as he limped with Christine holding onto him.

It seemed like forever until they reached the another part of the lair. Inside the room was lit by candles and had an area on the floor that was propped up by big pillows and a few blankets. Erik and Christine lied down on them, and began to passionately kiss each other. Christine's hands wondered up and down Erik's back until they made it to his trousers and began to unbutton them. "be careful with my leg Christine." reminded Erik as he felt her touch his trousers. Once they were down, Christine began to touch him making him groan in pleasure. "you like that my angel?" asked Christine as she continued. "oh Christine yes I do." he replied. Before moving any further, Christine removed Erik's mask and put It aside. She then lied on top of him, and began to straddle his thighs. "Oh Christine." panted Erik as he began to moan orgasmic sounds from his mouth. Erik's leg was bothering him, but not enough to want to stop her from making love to him. How badly Erik wanted to be on top of her like he always was. When he was in control he could pleasure her more by being able to get deeper into her than when she was sitting on him. "Christine, stop." "is everything ok?" asked Christine in worry. "yes everything is fine, I just want to be on top. I think that it will be better." said Erik. "ok." said Christine. She then lied down and Erik gently placed himself on top of her and began to make love to his angel. "Oh Erik." cried Christine as he forced himself into her. "I love you so much Christine." moaned Erik as he began to passionately kiss her once more. No matter the pain, Erik continued to make love to his angel forcing his manhood deep into her enough to hear her call for more. "Christine! Oh Christine! Harder, harder." cried Erik as Christine wrapped her legs around his waist to get him deeper into her. "I'm so close Erik." moaned Christine as she kept making love to him. "hold it Christine, don't finish yet my love." groaned Erik as he continued. Erik was so into what she was doing to him that he began to kiss her neck and continued that as he heard her sigh in delight. "Oh Erik! I'm close." cried Christine. Once Erik felt himself getting close to finishing, he thrusted deep into her, causing Christine to finish and the feeling of her doing so around his man hood caused him to give one last thrust and finish as well.

A little while afterwards, Christine and Erik fell asleep next to each other knowing that things were going to get a little better. The next morning, Clorinda awoke wrapped up in Erik's covers. She rose from the swan bed and walked out into the lair to see that her mother nor Erik were around at all. In curiosity she walked over to Erik's organ and had a seat at it. She placed her doll down on the top of it and looked at the score that was sitting on top of the keys. "Don Juan Triumphant?" questioned Clorinda as she looked at it. Clorinda looked around and then pressed down on some of the organ keys making a loud noise. Liking the sound, she began to follow the score of Don Juan Triumphant playing what was left of Erik's opera. Down the hall in the small room, Erik and Christine lied there next to each other sleeping. Erik awoke to the sound of his Don Juan Triumphant score being played. Christine rolled over and said "Sweetie, stop playing the organ. It's too early for that." Erik woke his angel up and said "I'm not playing." Christine gasped in fear, "hurry, get dressed. Someone is in the lair!" with that Erik pulled on his trousers and shirt before pulling himself up to limp out to his lair with Christine right behind him. Once out in the lair, Erik looked over at his lair expecting to see Philippe or Ryer there but instead saw his little Clorinda playing his score. Christine approached him moments later, and gasped at the sight of her daughter playing the organ. "is this for real?" asked Christine in surprise. Erik had tears in his eyes, and said "yes my dear this is real. I couldn't understand why she hated dancing and why god had given her the singing voice that is worse than Carlotta but now I know why. She had been given the gift of music through instruments, like me."

Once Clorinda stopped playing the organ, Erik approached her. "that was wonderful Clorinda." "oh, I didn't know anyone was around." she replied. " You know how to read music?" asked Erik. "well it's pretty easy really, you just have to follow the beats. I've seen you play this thing a lot." said Clorinda. "I think that you have found your place in the musical world." said Erik. "really?" questioned Clorinda. "yes but not the organ. You see the organ is my forte." said Erik. "well why can't it be mine too?" asked Clorinda. "because there isn't enough room for two organ players in one room. You my dear shall start out on something that I once started out playing." said Erik. "and what is that?" asked Clorinda. "the violin." said Erik. "the what?" questioned Clorinda. Erik smiled, and walked over to his shelf and took out his old violin and handed it to her. "the violin." "that doesn't look as fun as the organ." said Clorinda examining the violin disappointingly. "nonsense that is a great instrument. You will do great at it." said Erik. "thanks you monsieur but I really rather play the organ." said Clorinda. "Clorinda, don't be ungrateful of monsieur Kire's generosity." said Christine. "yes mother." said Clorinda. "your grandfather was a famous Swedish violinist." said Christine. "really?" questioned Clorinda. "yes he was." said Christine. "and what about my father?" asked Clorinda. Christine and Erik both looked at each other and then Erik answered "he was great at any instrument he could get his hands on including the violin." "do you know how to play the violin?" asked Clorinda. "that was my first instrument." said Erik. "I will play this for you monsieur but really I think I would be happiest with the Organ." said Clorinda. "and I will tell you again Clorinda. There is only room for one organ player in this opera house but if you learn the violin and like it maybe, just maybe I will teach you the organ, my forte." said Erik. "ok, fair is fair." said Clorinda.

Once Clorinda had run off with her Violin, Christine sat down next to Erik who was pondering. "Erik, she is you. What else can I say?" questioned Christine. "sooner or later she is going to find out if she keeps inheriting my traits and skills. What's next? My magic tricks or my artistic skills? If she's really inheriting all my traits then she is going to master the violin in no time like I once did and any other instrument that she gets her hands on. What am I to do Christine? Take these things away so she can never master anything? So that she can never find out that she is good at what ever I'm good at? She has nothing of you inside of her, she is all me. She can't sing and dance like you and damn it she doesn't even have your appearance. If I took off my mask and stood next to her we'd look like twins Christine. Give the girl my organ and she can play it, give her my pencils and she'll probably make a work of art. What am I going to do Christine?" "nothing Erik, you are to let her live her life. She is you Erik, you in every single way and God has given her to you for a reason By not letting her express her talents is holding her back from living. Yes she cannot sing and dance like her mother but she can play instruments and probably make a work of art like her father. That is not a crime Erik, it's called blood, and she has every drop of your blood running through her veins." said Christine. "and what am I to say on the day when she comes to me and says "wow Monsieur Kire, you know that we both can draw, play any instrument we get a hold of….oh and do the same magic tricks not to mention the fact that we both have the same looking scar on the same cheek on the left side of our faces?" what then Christine?" Christine looked Erik right in the eyes, and said "then you tell her the truth, you tell her that we were involved but you tell her why. You tell her why you were once called the opera ghost and why you live down here. You tell her why we were madly in love and why I left Raoul. Then if she can forgive you like I did then you tell her that you are her father and why." said Christine…..

More to come soon….R&R