Christine starred at the door that would lead her into Erik's music room. She fidgeted with her dress for the millionth time while letting out a sigh. Why was she nervous? She had followed this man down into an unknown world, now she was having problems entering a music room? She went to knock on the door when she felt someone slide their arm around her waist. She let out a small squeak, and turned to see an amused Erik.

"You surprised me" she told him, while holding a hand to her heart.

"Yes well, you surprised me, I was coming to escort you to this room and discovered you were missing" he ran a finger down her jaw line "I thought you had decided not to see me".

Christine looked at him; she could tell he still doubted this whole situation. How long was it going to take for him to realize she came here for his love?

"No, I just wanted to see you as soon as possible". Christine felt herself blush slightly, embarrassing herself slightly with her choice of wording.

Erik reached between them and took her hand "But of course" he said in a low whisper, and proceeded to lead her into the music room.

Christine marveled at the sight before her, this music room was much alike his original one below the opera house. She sighed, well perhaps still like the one below the opera house. She had feared the worst for his lair when she heard the approaching mob. He released her hand and found his way to his piano bench, his fingers finding a nameless tune. She starred at him for a long moment, he was truly a genius. He closed his eyes to the tune he was playing, the chords becoming stronger.

In all your fantasies, you always knew…

Her senses awakened at Erik's singing, she remembered this song. On her shaman journey down to the catacombs of the opera, she had sung this song. The song had haunted her mind at night, causing her thoughts to always be filled with her mysterious phantom. She shivered in pleasure at the thought of him in her thoughts.

That man and mystery…

Christine came in at her cue "Were both in you" she sang to him.

"And in this labyrinth were night is blind the Phantom of the Opera is here inside your mind…"

They both sang together, their voices mingling in passion and rapture; he turned to Christine with a hungry passion in his eyes.

"Christine" he turned to her, and covered this distance between them in less than two strides.

She didn't have a moment to reply when she Erik's lips crashed on hers, she gasped in pleasure into his eager mouth. Never had she felt so invigorated! She moaned as she felt him pull her closer to him, his desire building with each kiss he delivered. His tongue ravished hers, as both fell into new sensations. He backed her into the nearby wall, allowing him easier access to the rest of her body. Her hands ran wildly down his length, wanting more than she could handle of him. He slammed a hand into the wall next to her head, causing a surprised gasp from Christine. He moaned into her mouth, he wanted her so badly, but they were both very inexperienced. He broke away from her kiss, leaving her breathless.

She had a look of disappointment on her face that Erik interrupted as a look of disgust. He backed away from her, turning his face from her, his half mask glinting menacingly in the light.

"Christine, this face still holds horror for you" he told her while taking a hold of the mask. He tore the mask off and looked at her "Does it frighten you!" he yelled, pain racing through his tone.

Christine signed inwardly, why would he never understand? She slowly approached him, her hand rising to meet his face. Erik winced; she would now show him how much she truly hated his marred face. Her next action surprised Erik; she ran her hand lovingly alongside his face.

"Erik I do not fear you, or your face" she said softly, "I only fear you do not trust me with this information" she leaned closer into his chest. He was silent for some time, taking in her words. He glanced down at her, she had her eyes closed. He smiled lightly, knowing she was exhausted. He picked her up gently into his arms; she instinctively buried herself closer into his chest. He walked across the room, grabbing his mask and replacing it into its proper position. Walking to the opposite end of his music room, he nudged an indent in the wall. The wall opened to reveal a hidden staircase that led to the every floor in the house. He walked lightly up the steps, being careful not to wake the precious cargo in his arms. He reached the floor with her room and stepped into the hall way. He made his way down to her room, receiving an odd look from an upstairs maid. Opening her door he walked the length of her room and laid her gently onto her bed. He covered her with her periwinkle bed spread, and stood. He watched her sleeping for a moment, thinking how he could be so incredibly lucky.

He bent his head low, kissing her softly upon her forehead. He had done this once before, in his lair when she had fainted at his life like replica of her.

You alone can make my song take flight… help me make the music of the night… He sang softly to her, referring his music more to his undying love for her.

You know when I write these in word they seem so much longer! I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Thank you again for the wonderful reviews, you are truly helping me become inspired to write.

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