A/N: Because I love my readers and its raining outside (which makes the perfect atmosphere for writing) I decided I would update today. Two days in a row!

Twinkle22: I didn't know how I wanted them to meet in the lair. But I thought the whole grabbing her would be sorta scary for her. I kinda stole it from the Disney movie Beauty and the Beast.

Angel.De.Musica: I am indeed alive! I am sorry it was short, but look here is another update since I was so excited to see I had I believe seven new reviews. That's fuel to this fire for sure!

PrimaDonnaKate: I am glad that you love my story. That means a lot to me since I am new to writing a story with the intent of finishing it.

TERRY - cRaZy ItALian: Hehe. I like the misery that both these characters have when they are away from each other. When I am writing either POV I put myself in that characters place. And sometimes it even makes ME want to cry.

thePhantom'sEvenstar:Grr...my computer just lost everything I had wrote! Anyways. For my story I am going to make Christine 17. Raoul is as he should be, 21. I am going to make Erik 32, because he can't be too young. But being THAT old just sucks.

Shariena: Well think about it. She has probably lost a lot of sleep since she isn't a peace without him. Then she walks for about two hours, then walks some more to get into his lair. Memories would surely make her feel overwhelmed. Then he grabs her! I would probably cry. But Christine is a fainter. Although...perhaps it would have been interesting to make her cry instead.

Erik sighed. Christine had fainted into his arms again. This time not too far from where it had originally happened. He easily lifted her into his arms and carried her all the way back to his room at the run-down hotel. He gently placed her on the bed and looked down at her. She was beautiful it hurt to gaze at her. His love for her was still as strong as it had ever been. He knew he would never be able to stop loving her. She was his very soul.

He pulled a chair to the bedside and sat down, waiting for her to wake. Before he realized it, he had dozed off.

Christine woke, and wondered where she was. The room was unfamiliar and she couldn't remember how she had wound up in this place. She closed her eyes and attempted to clear her mind. It started to come back...the lair...her room...hands grabbing her wrists...

"Erik." She said softly as her gaze fell upon him sleeping on the chair next to her bed. She quietly crawled out of the bed and stood in front of his chair. She couldn't believe that it was him. Tears silently poured down her cheeks. After feeling empty for these weeks. After not being able to sleep or eat properly here he was. Here they were. She placed her hand on his unmasked cheek and stroked his smooth skin. She saw his eye flutter open and then fire burning with in the deep blue orbs.

He grabbed her wrist and stood. He gazed at her, love, anger, sadness and desperation flowing through him all at once.

"Erik." She said gently, looking at him with tears still in her eyes.

"Why did you come back?" He asked, his grip on her wrist firm but not painful.

"Why do you think? I cannot be without you! I cannot sleep, I cannot eat. I was losing my mind. Your voice haunts me, I feel your gaze no matter where I go. I had to know what had happened to you." She said tears now pouring from her icy blue eyes.

He looked at her, disbelief and longing coursing through him. He let go of her wrist and brought his hands the sides of her graceful neck.

"Oh Christine." He said, pain laced in his voice. Then anger replaced that pain. "You made your choice." He said and dropped his hands.

"No! You made that choice for me. I wanted to stay with you. But you couldn't accept that. Are you that much of a fool? Can you not see that I am nothing without you?" She said, her voice echoing off the walls.

"Do not play games with my emotions Christine. I am tired of your whims. One moment you love that viscount, the next you say you love me. How much longer till you change your mind again?" He said his hands clenched into fists, he felt close to exploding with frustration.

"The only man I could ever love is standing right before me." She said simply.

"I am no man. Many made that clear to me." He said, visions of his past clouding his mind.

"No, you are right. No man could ever has such gifts as the ones you possess." She was not going to allow him to refer to himself as a monster.

"This is no gift." He said, pointing to the right side of his face.

"Perhaps it is. Those who care about what lies under the mask are not worth a thought. Those who have seen and do not care, those are the ones who are blessed to have you grace their lives." She said and walked over to him, before he could stop her she removed the mask from his face and threw it on the bed.

He stared at her, his anger flaring once more. She reached out to touch his now unmasked cheek but he grabbed her wrist. She looked at him, compassion and love in her eyes and he let go. She gently caressed his malformed flesh and she saw his eyes close. She placed her other hand behind his neck brought his face closer to her own and softly placed kisses along the right side of his face. Starting at his forehead and stopping at the side of his lips. She looked up at him and saw the there were tears flowing down his face. She softly brushed them away with the pads of her thumbs.

He grabbed her hands and turned them, so that her palms were facing up. He gently placed a kiss on each of her palms and then held her close. She rested her cheek against his chest and could hear the strong beating of his heart.

Christine awoke. She looked around. She was once again in her room. She almost screamed. She frantically threw the covers off the bed. She had to know if it was a dream or not. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a chemise and not the dress she could have sworn she was wearing earlier. She walked over to her simple vanity and paled.

A blood red rose with black ribbon around its stem was lying over a note.

Erik had sat in his chair and had dozed off for a while. He woke and knew he would have to return Christine to where ever she had come from. He immediatly thought of madame Giry. And although Madame Giry had had no idea of where Erik was, he knew where she was.

He carried Christine down to the empty lobby and was able to fetch a carriage. He lifted her inside and payed the driver for his silence. Soon madame Giry's residence came into view. He carried Christine up the front steps and knocked on the door.

The door swung open to reveal a rather nervous looking madame Giry. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers as her eyes fell upon Erik holding Christine, unconcious in his arms. She moved aside to allow him to enter.

"Follow me." She said and led him up a flight of stairs. They walked down a hallway and she opened the last door on the left. She instructed him to place her on the bed, and he did so. She left the room and came back with a bowl of water and a rag.

"Erik, I will try to wake her. But please do not leave." She said, concern in her eyes.

Erik nodded and headed back down stairs and left madame Giry to tend to Christine.

Muhahah! Don't worry there is another update coming soon. How cruel. Christine only dreamed of that whole scene. At first it was not a dream, but then I realized I wanted angsty fluff. Not gentle. Sorry about the short chapter but I need some more inspiration before I continue!