A/N: I finally got it posted! This chapter is kind of boring compared to the last two, but there is a little bit of romance going on. In the next chapter I hope to introduce a new love interest, that should kind of be interesting. So anyways! Right a review! I want to know what everyone thinks x)

In Sleep He Sang To Me

Our Passion Play Has Now Begun

Chapter 3.

I glossed over and just stared at Erik for what seemed like forever, he just smiled at me lovingly. I glanced at the ring that he had placed on my finger, and now felt like a heavy weight that I couldn't lift up. I stared for a few more minutes then eventually came to senses. I had no idea what I was going to tell him. I couldn't just blurt out 'Who the bloody hell is Christine!?'. No, that definitely was not the right approach. Then I remembered the story Meg had told me. The story that I had adored and had wanted to know more, and yet I had completely forgotten up until now. This man had once loved a girl named Christine, that was until she died of a sudden heart attack. Then it hit me. Erik believed I was Christine! He must have been into all the psychic myths, he must have thought I had come back from the dead, or... maybe he didn't even know Christine had died.

"I'm sorry, I-I don't know what your talking about. I'm not who you think I am, I'm not Christine." I was shaking so violently that my arms were beginning to hurt. He laughed, then looked at me like a father who would correct his innocent daughter. "Don't be silly. Of course you're Christine, who else would you be?" I looked at him like he was out of his mind. "Because I'm Arya! My name has always been that, and I plan on keeping it that way. Why can't you see that? Why, I even just heard you call me by my actual name earlier." I easily get frustrated. Especially when people don't listen to me, and I was on the verge of becoming angry.

Erik placed his hand on my cheek bone and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. He soothingly said "My love, you'll soon come to realize that you are Christine, it was just a few months ago that we were in this very room. I admit that what I did was wrong, taking Raoul away from you like that, but I feel that we weren't able to spend enough time with each other, but I think we can now. You seem to have forgotten Raoul." He placed his hands on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. I tried not to keep eye contact.

Who in the Lord's name was Raoul? He must have been the man that Christine was in love with. Meg evidently wasn't very big on details.

I was now beginning to get angry, I just had to tell him that Christine had died. Maybe he would believe me then.

I tilted my head towards his face and looked up at him wide eyed. "Erik, Christine died of a severe heart attack just a few months ago. So now there is no possible way that I can be Christine! Will you please believe me now?" I looked at him waiting to see what his reaction was. He just stood there, his arms on my shoulders.

"Wh-wh-what?" I thought I could see water rising to the brim of his eyes, but it could of just been the lighting. "Ch-christine is not dead. How could she be when I'm looking into her eyes this very moment." I was now officially angry. I growled in frustration and stormed off to what looked like a bed. It almost looked like the row boat I had used to get over here, except for the black drape that hung down from the ceiling over the bed itself, that and the blood red velvet sheets. I sat on the rim of the bed with my arms crossed slightly over my chest.

Erik walked at a fast stride towards me. I looked at what was in his hands in disgust. He carried the dreaded thing like it was the most precious thing on the earth. There, lying in his warm hands, lay a white gown with a veil laying over the top of it.

"Lord God, please don't let him come any closer." I looked up at the heavens expectantly. Yet Erik still continued to walk closer towards me. I looked around for a moment hoping he would stop walking, when he showed no signs of halting, I exclaimed "Stop!". To my surprise, he abruptly stopped, looking at me strangely. "Don't you come any closer as long as you have that thing in your hands" without a word he walked closer towards me, still carrying the dress.

When he reached the bed, he held out his hand as if he was trying to help me down. I tried pushing him away from me, but I awkwardly fell backwards, hitting my head on the mattress. I was now lying down on the bed, Erik stood there looking at me like I was some kind goddess. I for sure was no goddess! I had just attempted to push him away from me because he was carrying a dress, and had fallen backwards over the brim of the bed trying to do so.

I quickly gathered myself together, stood up, and walked as far away from the demon bed as possible. I glanced behind my shoulder to see if Erik had followed me. To my surprise he was no longer at the side of the bed panting over me, but was staring at me like a circus freak.

"I would appreciate it if you put on this dress, Christine." Erik said, beginning to sound irritated.

"Gah! When will you believe that I am not Christine!? I never was, and I never will be." Evidently I was taking too long to change into the dress, because Erik started peeling off my robe, much to my disgust. I pushed his hands away like a two year old and shrugged my robe back on.

"I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to take off my clothes" I stared at him blankly, he just looked at me more.

I had always thought it romantic when someone was desperately in love with you, but now I just found it extremely annoying. I hardly knew this man, I had met him maybe thirty minutes ago, it could have been less, but he was skipping ahead too fast. I would have already been aggravated if he had tried to kiss me in this short of time, but trying to marry and shove my clothes off of me was definitely way too fast.

"Would you please just get this dress on! I don't have all day!" Erik seemed to be unfolding the dress. I blinked then shouted "No! There's no way I could ever possibly marry you!". Erik took a step back, as if someone had just stabbed him in the heart. He fell to his knees and clutched the wedding dress to his muscular chest. "Y-y-you... don't... wan.." he trailed off. I could barely understand him, but I knew the words I just yelled out of anger had just broken his heart.

I bent down on my knees and placed my hand on his shoulder lovingly. He noticed I was touching him, and in anger, shrugged off my hand. I couldn't help but feel sorry for this pour creature who was lying there like his entire world was crumbling down in front of me.

He pitifully began to sing "Christine, I love you" my heart melted in agony, I hadn't meant to hurt him. I was just furious that he wouldn't leave me alone, he was just a bit clingy. Erik sang words that were too unintelligible for me to understand. He looked over his shoulder at me and glared menacingly. He low and softly said "There's another man isn't there?". So he was also very jealous. "N-" he interrupted me and continued "One day you will see that I was meant for you, that we were meant to be together, but you'll be too late. I'll have already died a slow painful death. I knew since the first moment I heard you sing that I needed you with me... forever, but I can see that you think the opposite." That last word hung in the air, but it rang in my ears like the loudest bell on earth.

I placed the palm of my hand on his cheek then turned his head so that his chocolate brown melancholy eyes were looking into my own. We were inches away from each other, but I had the urge to crawl closer to him. The emotion that I was feeling was apparently showing in my eyes, because Erik's frown turned into a slight shy smile. His muscles relaxed, and his eyes gleamed.

I leaned in so close that I could feel his sweet breath on my skin. Our noses were touching softly as I felt his hand creep slowly onto my waist. I got caught in the moment, and ignored where his hands were. I wasn't going to let his eagerness ruin this. I slightly leaned in and brushed my lips against his. Erik's eyes closed, and sat there on the cold cement floor shocked for a moment. Then I felt him give in and began kissing me back.

I wrapped my hands around his warm neck, as he slid his other hand on the other side of my waist, caressing me against him.

What was I doing? This man could be a mass murderer for all I know, and yet I was kissing him. I had just never felt like this before, sparks flying in numerous directions. I couldn't even believe I was thinking this after knowing him for so little a time, but I loved him. Some part of me felt like I had known him for my entire life, that we had been childhood sweethearts and were reuniting at last. The only thing was, that had never happened. I just stumbled upon Erik an hour ago, but we had some sort of connection that didn't seem realistic.

I pulled away from him unwillingly, Erik seemed saddened that I had which made me regret pulling away even more. Erik removed his hands from my waist, stood up, then awkwardly looked down at me, still sitting on the floor.

I grabbed his hand and pulled myself upwards toward him "I must be going, it has to at least be four o'clock. I had to get up early for rehearsals and I'm positive Meg will be looking for me." I sighed, I didn't want to leave his presence.

I thought I must be bipolar, one minute I'm pushing away his hands, the next I'm wrapping myself around him, kissing him like I've known him my entire life.

I waited for Erik's reply, but he didn't seem to have one. Erik just took me by the hand and led me towards one of his numerous mirrors. He pulled a black curtain that was hanging over it to the side and slid open the mirror, just like the one that had led me to his lair in the first place. There was a long passageway that was much more elegant then the one that I had came through. Erik stepped into the mirror and pulled me in with him.

When we reached the other side of the passageway, Erik lead me through a wooden door that apparently was the closet of the pink dressing room I had explored. He kissed the top of my hand and said "Good night, mademoiselle." then Erik turned around and closed the closet door behind him.

I was sad to see him go. A wave of slight depression lingered over me when he closed the door. It almost felt like I would never see him again.

I exited the room into the chilly corridors, and considering my robe was still slightly wet, it felt like little nails were poking every inch of my skin. I reached Meg and I's dormitory and opened the door quietly, hoping that she wasn't awake to see that I had wandered about. After all, I had promised her that I wouldn't poke my nose into any of the mysterious looking rooms, or any rooms to be exact. I had easily broken my promise, and she would be furious.

I walked into the room and sat down on my bed, stripping the chilly robe off of me. I sat on my bed, tucking my legs underneath me to keep them warm. I then glanced at the diamond ring that was still on my finger. I had felt immensely happy, but everything was still absolutely wrong. I wasn't Christine, I couldn't possibly marry Erik, and I knew nothing about him.