This one was rather fun to write.

Even though it's simple,

I hope you like it.

Like Edward,

I do not own the Phantom of the Opera,

though I really wish I did.

AND Twilight.

Then I'd have little tea parties and have them all to myself.

Part 2

I stopped at the water's edge.

I stared at his hanging body and gathered my surroundings.

I spotted the lever that the phantom used to open the iron gate.

I imagined pulling it with the body still attached to the gate and letting the rest take care of itself.

Crunching, blood and flattened carcasses filled my head…

No.

I was still a civil being. As much as I would loath it, I would provide him a respectful descent.

I'd lay him on a board, open the gate and let him drift away to the main opera house…

I grabbed a conveniently thick slab of wood, just about long enough for his feet to hang off, and trudged through the water over to his dead body. I carefully untied his hands and neck.

Without warning, his limp body fell on top of me, his weight pressing down. I nearly fell into the water, but pushed him upward with great struggle. I rolled him on to the board and began walking back to the shore.

I pulled on the metal lever and walked back into the slightly green and steamy water. I was about three feet away from the board when the corpse unexpectedly rolled off into the water with a splash.

I groaned and reached down for him. I lifted him above the surface and tried placing him on the board again. I tried to take a tired breath, but ended up getting a mouthful of Raoul's hair.

And what's worse,

the board began to float away.

I yelled for it as I dropped the body and ran gradually to the driftwood. I grabbed it and pulled it back towards the spot where I had dropped the dead body. I tried lifting him with one hand, but gave up and let go of the plank for a small second.

I lifted him with two hands and turned to find the board drifting away.

I glowered and threw him down.

I glanced towards where I'd left the phantom;

he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

I quickly began kicking Raoul across the bottom of the water into the corner, against a rock wall in the shadows. I raced back to land and pulled the lever so the gate closed right as I heard the phantom walk out from behind me. I didn't look back; I was trying to locate the plank of wood beyond the gate.

I had just spotted it when he asked, "Where is he?"

"Oh, he's over on that section of wood. Can't you see it?" I lied convincingly.

"Not clearly, but I imagine I do. Impressive work, angel." He said, laying his gloved hand on my shoulder.

I felt a shuddering sensation as he touched my bare shoulder.

I turned around and was filled with a new sensation as I looked at him. His hair was back to its original shade, black and slicked back. His mask covered the right side of his face. His eyes smoldered into mine. He wore the red suit I recognized him wearing to the masquerade. It clung tightly to his body. I exhaled slowly, mouth hanging open, my eyes repeatedly scanning his perfect being.

I glanced up at his face; he was smirking down at me.

His nose flared as his grin widened.

"Something wrong, Angel?" He asked, his voice mysterious.

That was it.

Before thinking twice about it, I jumped up, wrapped my arms around his neck and looking into his eyes before crashing my open mouth into his. His hands pressed firmly on my hips. I breathed into his mouth as I felt his lips s- Yeah… Haha…

"…Christine…" He moaned, taking his tongue out of my mouth…

Yeah,

I said his tongue…

He placed his hands on my elbows and pushed me away slightly.

I looked at him as he closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

I raised my eyebrows in realization.

"That was your first kiss." I spoke confidently.

His eyes opened and he looked up at me. I pressed my hand against his cheek. His eyes shut responsively. I used my other hand to stroke his hair. He took in a breath and I smiled. I took a step forward, touching slightly, and I felt him shiver.

"I love you." I spoke simply.

He opened his eyes and looked at me as if he'd been miraculously healed. It was he this time that leaned in to press his lips against mine. I quickly returned the kiss as his hands gripped my arms securely.

He pulled back and looked at me with a strange emotion on his face.

"I love you, Christine, my angel." He said, determinedly.

I flared my nose and smiled brightly. Never have so little words made me feel so alive and spectacular. I simply looked back into his eyes and waited for more.

He glanced somewhere behind me and smiled.

"Come, I want to show you something." He said, dropping his arm to grab my hand.