Christine was enjoying her walk with Nadir. He had told her so much about her mysterious lover, she was going to ask Nadir more about his life in Persia, when Maryanne came running out of the manor. She was yelling something but was not audible from the distance she was standing. Nadir rushed ahead, but was stopped by the maid.

"He needs her" the maid informed the Persian

"What has happened?" Christine asked, looking squarely at the maid.

"My lady, the master he needs you" Maryanne told her while catching her breath.

"What is wrong Maryanne? You must tell me". Christine demanded of the busty and wheezing maid.

Maryanne looked into Christine's eyes "The master, he has gone mad I tell you, smashing things in his bed chamber".

Nadir's eyes widened with realization.

"Go to him Christine and Now" he informed her.

Christine didn't need to be told twice; she shot off toward the manor and ran the flight of stairs to his room. She stood outside his room, listening to his anguished cries. The door shook as something broke on the other side. She was prepared to be hit by a flying object in his mad fit and opened the door. He stood on the other side of the room, sitting in a chair, his hands covering his face. His mask lay discarded on his bed. What had happened for him to become suddenly mad?

He looked up as the door opened "Christine?" he asked, his words failing with doubt. She strode across the room and knelt in front of him.

"Of course Angel, I am here with you" she looked around the room "What has caused this?" she asked him while grabbing his hand.

Her usually strong Phantom seemed at a loss for words, his attention diverted to the near by window. Christine followed his gaze and walked to the window. She could see Maryanne and Nadir, both talking attentively… realization suddenly hit her; he had witnessed her conversation with Nadir! She turned to look at him, wondering why a conversation could make him upset, and then remembered the kiss she had given Nadir on his cheek. From this distance there would be no deciphering on where Christine had kissed him. A wave of guilt flew over her, and she looked back at the broken man. He was staring at her with an unknown emotion.

"I have displeased you" he emotion ridden voice cut deep into Christine.

She didn't know how she would make him understand, this was the second time since she had been here that he doubted her words. She stood at the window, watching as Nadir attempted to woo Maryanne. A light smile crossed her lips; she knew Maryanne found the Persian attractive. She heard a sigh behind her and his footsteps and he crossed the room. She turned and looked into Erik's gray-green eyes, wishing that she could get the point across to him. He looked at Christine, hurt apparent in his eyes.

"Erik, you did not witness what you thought" she told him.

He nodded in surprise to Christine "I know" he told her solemnly. He ran a hand through his disheveled dark locks.

"It's not that Christine, I realized I had most likely witnessed something not factual, it's…"

He stopped, his eyes becoming teary. Christine felt a sorrow for him, and realized she was at part to blame. She had misled him these past couple of days, and Raoul coming into her life did not help at all.

"I saw your kiss to Raoul, that night on the rooftop" he told her while turning away.

"It's at times that I cannot burn that image from my mind, and witnessing what I thought was a kiss to Nadir, I automatically thought of… that boy" he said the last part with a hint of disgust.

She moved closer to him, entwining her fingers with his "I'm so scared of loosing you" he whispered softly.

Christine felt close to tears, he was admitting what Nadir had just spoken of.

"I need to be alone". He informed her, and without further ado led her out the door, when she turned to speak to him the door was already shut. She felt like crying, was he rejecting her? She knew he didn't want to loose her, but why all the sudden did she feel so alone in the world?

That night at dinner, she dined alone. Nadir was no where in sight, which Christine found as odd. She missed his perkiness; she could have used it tonight… especially the way she was feeling.

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The next couple of days passed and neither Christine nor the other members of the house hold had heard from Erik. Nadir had informed Christine that Erik was taking sometime alone for himself; he shrugged when Christine had asked how long he would be like this. She felt scared; she feared he would send her back to Paris. That night as she lay in her bed, her mind was filled of nothing but Erik. She had been in her new home almost a week and half of it was spent alone. Maryanne had chatted with her everyday, finding a friend in Christine. She mentioned that the "eccentric Persian" was a very handsome man, that she enjoyed spending time with. Christine had smiled when she heard this statement, she was happy for Maryanne. Nadir had lost his wife while in Persia, and seeing the two of them happy, had lifted the spirits of both the Persian and the household. Sleep found her soon and she fell asleep thinking of her angel.

Erik stood outside of Christine's room, knowing she must be asleep by now; it had been over an hour since she had entered her chamber. He carefully turned the knob and stepped into the dark room, where he could barely make out her form underneath the sheets. He closed the door behind him and walked quietly over to her bed. Being closer to her bed, he made out her form better, especially now that there was a faint glow of moonlight in the room. He sat on the edge of her bed; he hadn't seen his beauty in four days and had missed her terribly. He had stayed in his music room, the lock on the outside denying access to anyone who would have wished to enter. He had moved from music room to the kitchen or elsewhere using the back stair case. He felt Christine's form stir and moved closer to her.

"Erik?" she asked in a sleepy voice. She hadn't been sure if she was really seeing Erik sitting on the edge of her bed, she had assumed it was another dream teasing her with allusions of her angel.

"Mon ange" he told her quietly. She sat up and felt for his arm

"Erik, I've missed you so" she told him, still looking for his arm.

He grabbed her roaming hand and entwined their fingers "I am sorry to have kept you worried and lonely" he told her, moving closer to her small frame.

"What have you been doing?" she asked him softly

"Thinking of no one but you" he admitted

She starred at her masked lover, his mask gleaming in the light. He really did look like an angel sent from above.

"I did not mean to wake you, Cheri"

She laid her head against the headboard of her bed, "I am glad you did".

He was silent for a moment,

"I am sorry for what has happened; these past few days" He looked down at their hands entwined "I would have thought you would have left by now"

She moved closer and leaned into his chest; he released her hand and wrapped his arms around her delicate frame.

"Never" she told him.

He looked down at her, love shining in his eyes

"I love you Christine" he whispered, barely audible for her to hear. He felt warm tears on his chest and looked down, he tilted her chin and looked into her blue, and tear clouded eyes.

"Please don't cry" he told her, holding her tighter against his chest.

"I love you so much Erik" she told him into his chest.

He leaned back a bit, and brought his lips on hers for a gentle kiss. In this kiss Christine knew he believed her, this was his acceptance of the truth. He broke the kiss and whispered how much she meant to him into her hair, relishing in the fact that she, Christine Daae, loved the Phantom of the Opera.

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"The plan is set sir" a husky mans voice told the Vicomte De Changy.

"Yes of course" he told the other man, "Soon she will realize what being alone really means"