a/n – WOW guys I am so sorry I haven't updated in a few months. I've had this chapter written for a long while, but school has been hectic and a lot of things have been happening lately and I just haven't had the time to type it up, reading over it however I seem to like it less and less and personally I think Erik is a little out of character. But anyway, I have this finished and Chapter 4 ready to type so I should have that up in the next few weeks. Enjoy haha

As she looked at the man in the mirror his features came slowly into view. He looked slightly older than before, but other than that nothing about his appearance had changed. He wore a long tail coat, a black cravat and a black jacket was covering his shoulders. His black wig was slicked back elegantly and the white porcelain mask which sat across his face outlines his features perfectly.

"Angel" Christine remarked as she moved closer to him. Tears swelling in her eyes. She didn't even he'd be there. However the look on his face caused Christine's smile to quickly fade. There was no joy in his expression. No happiness. Instead what looked like forced anger. He wasn't smiling. Wasn't frowning. But merely looking.

Slowly he held out his hand and timidly she took it. The memories of the first time she had seen Erik flooded back to her. But the joy she had five minutes ago was quickly gone. She was now too afraid to say a word. In silence he led her though the mirror and down the steps towards the lake. They got on the boat and gently Erik pushed them across. Why was he acting like this? More importantly why was she acting like this? She had been waiting to see him for ten years. Why was she giving into a fear of him? She knew she wasn't scared of him. But there was something about his face that worried her.

After what seemed like forever they both felt the boat hit the stones and again he led her out. They were there. Christine looked around the familiar room. All around were candles, stacks of paper piled high, there were several tunnels leading off to different rooms and then proudly stood the large organ. His most prized possession. She remembered the countless times when she would sit at the side of the organ and listen to him play. Singing along to his wonderfully composed pieces.

As Christine looked around the room Erik walked over to the organ and sat down. His fingers moved lightly across the keys as he played a soft melody. She stood behind him, watching his movements. As the last notes rang out she stepped closer and said "That was lovely Erik."

He turned to look at her. His face expressionless "Christine I have been good enough to grand your wish. Now kindly tell me why you are here"

Christine looked at him shocked. He knew why she was here. "I wanted to see you again. I miss- "

"Oh you missed me did you?!" sarcasm ran through his words like venom. "You've missed the man you were so quick to run from all those years ago. And now, because your darling Vicomte is giving you trouble you think it would be a good idea to come back."

"But angel" Christine stammered, "I told you. I explained everything. My letter. I said-"

"Don't you DARE try and 'angel' me. Those days are long over" he announced in her face, causing her to retreat even farther, "Oh I read your letter Christine. ' I've always loved you Erik. You're beautiful to me'" he mimicked. "Well Madame de Vicomte. It certainly didn't seem that you loved me the day you left me did it? When you and that, that boy went away for your happy ever after leaving me to the scum of Paris. You gave me to men who left me for dead. All in the name of love."

He was now moving around the room in a fit of rage knocking over pages as he did. Christine looked at him with fear and despair. She told him the truth in that letter. Everything she wanted him to know was there. Did he not believe it? Did he think she was doing it all for attention?

"Erik if you listen I can explain" She followed him cautiously across the room.

"Explain?" he remarked, "Explain what? How you thought that fop was more important than the man who gave you your voice. Made you who you are. The man who was the reason the Vicomte met you on that night.

"Erik please"

"Explain how you can kiss a man and then leave him to die as if he meant nothing!"

"Erik!" Christine felt sick. All these thoughts and accusations were too much for her to bear. The room was starting to spin and she took hold of a table for fear of falling over. "Well guess what Christine Daaé. There are some things in this world which do not need an explanation. Some truths are easy to guess"

"ERIK WILL YOU PLEASE BE QUIET AND LISTEN TO ME!" Christine screamed at the top of her lungs. The room kept spinning faster and faster. Everything was moving in such a daze that she didn't even notice herself falling until her head made contact with the floor. Everything was a blur; she saw a figure coming towards her, shouting her name before the whole scene went black.

A part of me is thinking of re-writing the next chapter because I personally don't think it is very good but I don't have many ideas on how to progress from here without it being kind of bad.

But I hope you enjoyed this chapter and as always I really appreciate any reviews/criticism you might have

Also I apologise for any spelling errors this might have. x