Hey everyone, thanks again for the awesome reviews. Since I don't have to be in work until tonight, I figured that I would write another chapter to let the time pass by while I'm home alone. Everyone else that lives with me is at college classes or working. Anyway, enjoy the chapter and keep reading…..I think this chapter is a bit more eccentric than the other ones but it's still pretty awesome I think……enjoy!

Christine awoke out of her dreadfully hot fever. It had been a few days since the last thing she could remember. She remembered jumping the ship to be with Erik and leaving her friends behind but couldn't remember anything else. She was lying on something very comfortable but didn't recognize the room she was lying in. Just as she was about to get to her feet to look around Erik walked in carrying the bottle of medicine in his hand. He stopped in shock when he spotted her lying on the bed awake.

"Christine, nice of you to join us once more."

Christine pulled the covers back over her, and plopped down on the pillow, giving out a terrible sigh.

"Please Erik, I feel like I've been trampled on by a marching band."

"Well I'm glad to see that you're awake. I was beginning to worry about you."

Erik knelt down next to her, and lifted her head up to give her more medicine. Christine accepted until she tasted the first drop of it and immediately turned her head causing the rest to spill out all over Erik's hand.

"Blast you Christine! Now look what you've done!"

"That tastes worse than molasses Erik."

"Well now I've got it all over me!"

"Remember when you promised me to control your temper? Did you forget that already?"

Erik took a deep breath, and reached inside the lapel of his jacket and took out a white handkerchief and wiped away the medicine that was all over his hand. He then placed the bottle back up to Christine's lips and waited for her to begin to drink the medicine that was inside it. When she did, Erik heard her begin to cough because of how horrible it tasted.

"I'm sorry about my anger a few moments ago Mon Ange. It's just so hard to control something that has come so natural to me my whole life."

"It seems that taking a deep breath calms you down Erik, I think that is what you should do when you feel the need to yell."

Erik covered Christine back up, and stood on his feet.

"Where are you going?"

"Outside, I only came into give you some medicine."

"Outside? Where are we Erik?"

"In the abandoned Circus Grounds, now I must get back to work."

"Work? What are you doing?"

"You shall see in time, now get your rest."

Erik then walked outside and glanced over at Clorinda who was painting the outside of the funhouse in a black thick paint. Clorinda put down the paintbrush and looked over at Erik who was drawing on a piece of paper.

"Monsieur Kire?"

"Yes?"

"I liked the Green paint, why do we have to change the color of our house?"

"Because it was a disgustingly dreadful color, now keep painting."

Clorinda continued to paint, and when she finished she stepped back and looked at the black building with the skull atop of it.

"It looks more like a haunted house then a fun house Monsieur Kire."

Erik turned and looked at it and smiled in satisfaction.

"It looks like home Clorinda."

Clorinda put down the paintbrush, and Erik handed her a folded note.

"What is this Monsieur Kire?"

"I want you to take this down town Clorinda, take this to Monsieur Bertram and don't stop until you get there."

"What does it say Monsieur Kire?"

"Never you mind that, just take it to him."

Clorinda took the note, and ran outside the old broken gate to go find Monsieur Bertram. It seemed as though she passed all the towns population as she walked along the streets of the city. It was an old town with about a population of ninety if not less. Clorinda passed the old school house and a few shops. She stopped when she arrived at a store that spelled out "Bertram's Black Smith" and walked in. Behind the counter was a small boy standing on a stool and couldn't have been no older than Clorinda.

"Can I help you?"

"Yea is Monsieur Bertram around?"

"What do you need with him?"

Clorinda took the out the note and held it in front of the boy's face. The boy tried to snatch it, but Clorinda pulled away.

"No, I'm not supposed to give it to anyone but Monsieur Bertram."

"Says who?"

"Says me, now please Monsieur do as I ask."

The young boy folded his arms, and looked away.

"Grandpa! There is someone out here to see you!"

Seconds later, Bertram walked out from the back wiping his dirty hands with a cloth.

"What is it boy? I told you to watch the counter."

Clorinda handed Bertram the note and watched as he read it.

"He told me to give it to you."

Bertram smiled, and handed the note back to Clorinda.

"Tell him that I said I would be delighted to do such a thing. Tell him that I will send out the requests first thing tomorrow morning and that I will get him the best there is. Don't forget to tell him that the salary he wishes to pay me for the rent of my property is too high and that seventeen thousand franks a month would be reasonable."

"Yes Monsieur."

"Have you met my grandson Aaron? He's around your age too."

Clorinda looked up at Aaron and held out her hand.

"Nice to meet you Aaron."

"And who might you be?"

"Clorinda Daae."

"It's a pleasure Madam Daae."

With that, Clorinda ran out of the store and back to the old fence to get back to Erik. She found him fixing up an old stage that had a few broken floor boards and cracks in the wood. He stopped hammering when he saw Clorinda approaching him.

"What did Bertram say?"

"That he would be happy to do it and that he doesn't want to pay you anymore than seventeen thousand Franks a month for the loan of his property."

"That's great, thank you for doing that for me Clorinda."

"What are we doing Monsieur Kire?"

"I can't tell you Clorinda, it shall be a surprise."

"You can tell me, I'm very good at keeping secrets."

"No, you shall see in the next few days. Now please leave me to my work, I need to prepare the tents for our guests."

"Guests? Did you talk to my mother about this?"

"When do I ever get her permission for anything Clorinda?"

"Because the whole point of leaving Paris was to protect you from the world. If you let people see you again we'll have to move again."

"Don't worry about it Clorinda, I have everything under control."

That evening, Christine awoke from her sleep and felt a little better. She looked over at Clorinda's bed and noticed that she was fast asleep. Once again her angel of music wasn't around and she couldn't help but worry about him. After putting on her cloak, Christine walked over to the door way and pushed it aside to see the opening to a hall of mirrors. Everything was too quiet for her as she cautiously passed each mirror to get to the opening which led outside. Once she was finally out of the most frightening hallway she had ever stepped into, Christine found herself once again in another nightmare. She stepped back and looked at the building that she had just walked out of to see that it was painted black with a huge scary skull sitting at the top of it. On both sides of the door way were lit up torches to make what was once a fun house into someone's worst nightmare. The building looked as if the devil himself lived there. As she turned around, there was a cobble path that lead to more frightening things. As Christine began to follow the torch lit path, she passed a black stage, a few tents that looked as if they had been raised from the dead and then an old broken gate with the word Zirkusboden painted at the top of it. Then from behind her, an arm appeared and touched her neck, automatically making her turn in fear. She sighed in relief when she saw that it was only Erik.

"You Frightened me."

"Sorry Mon Ange, I was busy working. So how do you like it? I've fixed it up a bit and it definitely looks better than it was before. I still have a few repairs left to work on."

"What are you talking about Erik?"

"I found a way for me to make some money and it's a brilliant idea."

"Erik I'm standing in what looks like a nightmare. The place we live in looks as if it were meant for the devil himself."

"I talked to Bertram today and he said he loves the idea of what I want to do."

"Which is what?"

"I'm going to be the owner of a freak show."

"A What?"

"A freak show, it would bring in lots of money."

Christine couldn't believe what her ears were hearing. She immediately pushed Erik away causing him to fall back onto the cold ground.

"Are you insane Erik? A Freak Show! What on earth are you thinking?"

Erik got to his knees, and pushed himself back to his feet.

"I'm thinking about success Christine."

"By starting a freak show? No Erik, success for you would be to continuing writing your operas. Starting a freak show would be such a disgrace to your child hood!"

"Why Christine? No one besides you and the very few of our friends can look me in the face for five seconds. Why would it be a disgrace to my child hood? I myself am the devil's child."

"So humiliating yourself is going to make you successful? Erik come down to reality and think about what you're doing. For ten years of your life you were locked in a cage and beaten by those horrible gypsies, ten years Erik. Now you want to keep up this horrible cycle?"

"I am not the main attraction nor will I be apart of this show. I own it Christine, but I refuse to be apart of it."

"Ok and what about the performers? Will they be locked in cages as well? Beaten to death? And starved? And just as I was beginning to think that you could change and now this. You'll be captured again by the police Erik!"

"I would do no such harm Christine. In my show there will be no imprisonment what so ever. The performers will be paid well and they may come and go as they please. I am not a horrible man to continue such abuse as I have received. Do as you wish Christine and think what you want about me but I will not harm a single hair on any heads. The old Erik has died because I have you in my life and I wish to keep it that way."

"What about the operas Erik? What about your music?"

"That part of my life is over until I am dead and free to come and go as I please."

Christine climbed onto the wooden stage that Erik had fixed earlier that day and pulled him up onto it as well.

"You know Erik I never gave you back that dance that I should have given you at the masked ball. Come to think of it, you never danced with me at all."

"You don't have to apologize about it."

Christine leaned up against Erik and held onto him as she began to sway her feet.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Dance with me Erik."

"There isn't any music to dance too."

"Who says we need music? Come on, dance with me."

Erik held onto Christine as they began to slow dance with each other. Christine lied her head on Erik's chest as they both swayed there feet together on the stage as the torches lit there way.

"You're an excellent dancer Erik."

Erik didn't answer her, and never wanted to stop dancing with his angel.

"Something wrong Erik?"

"I've….I've never been this close to you besides when we make love."

Christine stopped dancing with him, and kissed him on the cheek. Erik then leaned in and began to passionately kiss her with all the lust he had building up inside of him. He then lifted Christine up, and carried her off of the stage, never breaking the kiss. Once they were back inside his chambers, Erik quietly lied Christine down on their bed making sure not to wake Clorinda who was fast asleep on the other side of the room.

"Don't stop Erik."

"I'm not, I'm just taking off my jacket."

Erik hung his jacket up, and then removed his shoes before lying inside the covers with Christine. He then cupped her cheek with his hand and began to kiss her again, this time putting as much passion into it as possible. Christine couldn't help but trail her kisses down the side of his neck, causing a deep moan to escape from Erik's mouth. As they both kissed again, Christine playfully began to unbutton each of the ones attached to his crisp white shirt revealing each bit of his chest at a time. She stopped once she felt his trousers and no more shirt buttons and looked up at his chest.

"Take off your shirt Erik."

Erik did as he was told and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, letting loose his arms and threw the shirt to the floor before continuing the kiss once more. After lying back down on Christine, he felt her hand begin to trace the distorted flesh that covered his ribs causing another moan to escape his mouth. He couldn't hold back anymore, and began to slip Christine out of her dress. Seeing her beautiful milky skin sent such a turn on through his body. He could feel the erection building up beneath his trousers causing such discomfort and the urge for them to come off.

"Oh Christine."

Erik could begin to feel Christine's hands teasing the buttons of his trousers and was anxious for her to slip them down to his knees. Once the buttons came loose, and were freed from his body, Erik kissed Christine so hard that he could have finished even before he had started to make love to her. Once Christine began to moan uncontrollably, Erik inserted himself into her and let out a orgasmic sigh. It had been months, maybe even years since the last time he had been able to make love to his angel of music. The beautiful sounds of Christine moaning filled his ears as he thrusted harder into her bringing himself closer and closer to finishing.

"Oh Erik, Harder."

Erik did as he was told, and did so causing him to moan as well.

"Oh Christine, I'm so close."

Erik then gave out the last few thrusts that he had in him, and finished before lying beside Christine and kissing her.

"That was amazing Christine."

"Yes it was Erik."

"Christine?"

"Yes Erik?"

"I love you so much Christine."

Christine kissed Erik on the lips passionately and sighed.

"I love you too Erik."

Erik smiled and knew that it would only be a few days now until his new life would begin……..

More to come soon!