Thank you guys for all the lovely comments! And I'm sorry that I haven't been updating until recently. My laptop broke and had to go in for repairs, but enough chit-chat, on with the story!

"Daddy! Daddy!" Christine shrieked as she stared at Erik. His face looked utterly gruesome... So red... So much torn and burnt flesh... "Christine..." He whimpered softly. She hesitated before closing her eyes. "Y-Yes Erik?" She stammered. "C-Can you please get y-your dad?" Was all he requested before falling unconscious. Letting go of her beating stick she raced down the hill and to the house that lay at the bottom.

"Daddy! Daddy! Help me!" She screamed until her father ran out of the house, "Christine!" He yelled when he ran up to his daughter. "What's the matter? And where's Erik?!" He demanded. Christine couldn't do anything but sob. "D-Daddy... E-Erik is hurt really badly. He fainted when Raoul burned his face..." She sniffled.

Gustave got straightened his back. "Alright Christine, go inside the house and I'll go get Erik." He asked her, but really it was more like a command. She wiped her nose across the back of her hand. "Y-Yes Daddy..." She sniffed before going inside.

When Gustave finally found Erik, with an battered up Raoul lying unconscious, he knew that there was something wrong. But when he got a look at Erik's face, it was just too horrifying. Could Raoul have actually done this to him? But Christine would never do such a thing, and Erik certainly wouldn't do that to himself either. 'He seemed like such a caring, sweet, honest boy..." Gustave thought as he picked Erik up.

(4 Years Later)

It was four years since the accident... Four years since Christine had talked to Erik. She was lonely, she really didn't have many other friends except for Meg. She liked Meg, and Meg was a fun person to be around, but she would never compare to Erik. Someone who Christine could actually talk to, and not be afraid of what she said. With Meg, every crude joke seemed to hurt her feelings.

It was quite annoying sometimes. Oh, how she wanted to spend time with Erik once more! She felt so mean just leaving him there, and when she went to visit him... 'Oh, God...' She thought while putting her hand up to her mouth and closing her eyes, which were glassy with unshed tears. 'He must hate me...'

"Christine? Where are you?" Came the sweetly, sometimes annoying, high pitched voice of Meg Giry. 'Maybe if I be really quite... She'll go away.' Christine thought as Meg's padding footsteps came closer, as Christine squished down smaller, the very tip of her nose touching her feet. Hiding behind a box that was bigger than her.

She slowed her breathing down so much, it was as if she wasn't breathing at all. "Christine... Christine..." She sang in a sing-songy voice which irritated Christine to no end.

After a few minutes of laborious breathing, little Meg gave up and walked away. Christine, sucked in a deep, rewarding breathe of air. 'That was a close one.' She thought as she slowly, got up and peeked her nose over the box. Meg was surely gone. 'Thank God.' She sighed as she got up and walked into her "Secret Hideout" Which was actually an huge, abandoned tree-house she found in a secret room in her basement.

It was the one place where she could get away from everything in life, it was so great! She would bring her flute and guitar down here to practice. This was the one and only place where she could actually think!

But, what great place is it when she had no one to share it with. And, Meg did not fit that picture, she would surely run off and tell EVERYONE in the entire 7th grade.

No, that wouldn't do. She needed someone who could keep a secret, someone who would come down here and talk with her logically. She needed Erik. "I need to see him, and apologize for everything..." She whispered to herself as she sat down on her blue bean-bag chair.

Glancing at her watch, she realized how late it was. 'That's it. I can't do this anymore! Tonight, I will go see him.' She thought. Determination to get her friend back would not make her afraid anymore.

No, she couldn't be afraid of a physical appearance, he was her best friend for crying out loud! Sighing she got up and locked the secret door with the ancient key that she kept around her neck.

When she got back upstairs, Meg was gone. Christine suddenly felt kind of bad for ditching Meg at their "Play Date" But really, Meg just wanted to talk about boys, boys, and boys! What's the big deal about who's eyes are more beautiful? Or who is the cutest guy in the entire 7th grade?

Christine couldn't stand conversations like that. They were just too prissy and annoying. Yet Meg says she's too immature for boys, that she will grow into liking boys. 'Yeah right, maybe when I can grow fairy wings and fly.' Christine snorted.

Her Dad was cooking dinner "Hey Daddy! What are we having?" She asked before taking a seat at the dinner table which already had plates and silverware on it. "We, are having steak." Gustave said before taking a hot steak over to her.

She caught a whiff of it and her mouth began to water. She loved steak, but it wasn't her favorite meal. Nothing had become her favorite meal... Yet.

(2 Hours Later)

"Good night Daddy." Christine said as her father left the room and turned off her light. Since her Father goes directly to bed after she does (They both have to get up extremely early in the mornings.) Christine waited until she heard the lock click shut on her Father's door before she got out of bed and changed into jeans and a T-Shirt, plus her brand-new blue Aeropostale jacket.

When she laced up her sneakers she grabbed her house key, just in case and climbed out of her window and onto the roof. In the cool Autumn air she saw the full moon with the stars laced around it.

She stood and admired the scene for a minute before coming back to reality. She had a mission and she was going to complete that mission too. She walked over to the ladder that she had put up earlier and started to descend it.

She jumped to the ground with a light thump, only because the last three rungs were missing. She quietly walked over to her bike and got on it, as she put on her helmet she looked back at her house silently praying that her Father was asleep by now.

Off she pedaled into the night.

When she finally pulled up in front of his house she was exhausted, but she had to do this and get it over with. Erik lived close, but he lived on the top of a steep hill which was hard to pedal up, so she was forced to get off of her bike and walk it up the entire hill. She was tired, but she was going to do this.

Determination gave her the courage and strength to do this. 'I have to tell him how sorry I am. And that I care about him, he's my best friend after all.' She thought as she parked her bike in a dark shadow of the tree's along his house.

Erik lived in a huge Victorian house, so it had many secret hiding places. He could be in his 'Secret Study' but probably not. Christine worried over the past four years, he was now sixteen. What if he forgot all about her and found a new best friend? What if he already had a girlfriend so that he wouldn't have to be friends with a girl four years younger than him.

Those worries and doubts plagued her mind at night all the time. Why did she care so much for him? Shrugging it off she reached her hand up to the big old Oak double doors to knock.

"You shouldn't have come." That voice seared through her mind. She turned slowly, only to see him to melt back into the shadows. He had been there the entire time! "Erik, wait!" She cried as she stumbled after him. "Erik!" She tripped over a tree root and fell flat on her face.

When she picked herself up she looked around, only to find herself in his backyard. "Erik?" She whispered, while wiping the dirt off of her face. Suddenly ice-cold hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her into the shadows.

"What are you doing here?!" He hissed. Christine looked up at him with wide eyes. Four years and how much he had changed. His hair was longer, which he flipped out of his eyes, he had gotten extremely tall, he was dressed all in black, and he wore a white mask.

"I-I..." Was all that escaped her before his grip tightened. "Erik please stop! Your hurting me." Christine whimpered. 'Crap, I must have woken him up!' She thought. As he snickered. "What have you come here to do now? Scream at my horrid face again?" He seethed, his voice dripping with silent agony and pure anger.

In a flash he ripped off his mask before stepping into the moonlight. "What do you think of me now Christine?" He hissed, before pulling her close to his face. It had healed very well, but it's scars were saddening.

She was no longer scared, all she wanted now was him, his friendship. What had she done? "Why did you come back?" He asked her now, his voice dropping low. That voice... It was so beautiful... So deep.

Trying not to get carried away she took a deep breath. "I-I came back to say I'm sorry..." She said before trailing off. "Four years, and you come back saying your sorry?" He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His grip became so tight, when he threw her to the ground her wrist popped and she yelped as she held her hand.

He turned to leave her there when she launched herself at him, grabbing onto his leg. "Erik please! Don't treat me like this!" She cried, only to be kicked, but she held on. "Treat you like this? Christine do you know what Hell I have suffered because of this? And not having my best friend there for me?!" He roared.

"I cared for you Christine! I could have loved you! But when this," He pointed to his face "Happened. You left me, you left me and didn't look back. It hurt me, why Christine? Why!" He demanded, but I could see unshed tears in his eyes.

Christine knew that he was right, she was almost thirteen, it was time to grow up.

"Erik! I've, I've been wanting to see you ever since the accident! I never meant to leave you alone. Please!" She said, as she felt her first tears start to drip down her cheeks and onto the ground.

She crawled a little closer to him and tightened her grip on his leg. "Please... I-I missed you, I just want my best friend back. I'm s-so alone. Your the only one who really understands me. No one else. I really care about you Erik, I always have... I know, I haven't been fair, and it was wrong of me to run. I was so stupid, so foolish. I-I just want you back. Forget all that has happened... B-But it looks like that's never going to happen. A-And I know that, that I don't deserve your forgiveness! " She sobbed as she bowed her head, not standing to look into his disbelieving eyes.

"I've regretted e-everything! It t-tore us apart. Four years, and I wish that I had stayed... I want, I want e-everything to go back to the way it used to be... You and me against the world Erik. You were my, my hero." Her voice raised slightly, from all the crying. It hurt Erik to see her like this.

"I'm, I'm, I'm so sorry! I-I've been wanting to tell you that for the past four years, yet I couldn't bring myself to do it. I thought you would hate me for it, and... It, it seems that I'm right. I'm sorry Erik! I'm so sorry... I just want you back! I'm sorry! Okay? Please, please... Don't hate me..." Her last three words came out as a whisper.

When she opened her mouth to say more, all she felt was Erik's arms around her, pulling her in. Sobbing, she buried her face into his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. Erik couldn't deny his Angel. He would NEVER hate her, no matter what. He could be angry, but never would he EVER hate her!

Tears slipped out of his eyes and landed on her curls, they shimmered in the moonlight. Like stars. He missed her too, his heart ached for her everyday, for the past four years until now. He didn't want to be alone anymore, he pretty much had no friends, and it was a fat chance that he was ever gonna get a girlfriend. But he didn't care about that as long as he had Christine.

Sighing, he realized how cold it was out. "Christine... We should go inside." He whispered to her. She looked up at him, with those wide, innocent eyes and he nearly melted.

"Okay Erik." She whispered. He cupped her face and kissed her on the cheek. Her eyes widened in shock and she looked at him dumbfounded when he pulled back. But, before she could say anything he picked her up bridal style and carried her inside. She was so tired, so emotionally drained, that she forgot about her Father and how she left her house.

She just wanted to be with Erik. Always, and only Erik. He moved swiftly, and silently through the dark. Climbing staircases carefully, and when they came to his Mother's room he slowed down considerably.

Once they were past, a few more turns and the opening and closing of a door, they were inside his bedroom. Christine had snuggled into his chest, while he gazed at her, he couldn't help but want her. 'She's almost thirteen, and yet she's so beautiful.' He thought with wonder, as he laid her down on his bed gently and quietly.

When he had tucked her in, and turned around to go and prepare a makeshift on the floor Christine had grabbed his sleeve. He turned around and gazed down at her. She was looking up at him with such a sadness, but yet such happiness. "Erik?" She whispered. "Yes Christine?" He answered.

"Four years is too long... Will, will you stay with me?" She murmured while lazily patting the bed. Erik could feel his face burning. 'No stop thinking like that!' His mind snapped. He felt like such a perv.

He quickly shook the feeling, knowing as much as he tried to deny it, he wanted to sleep with her too. "Yes, Christine." He whispered as he went to the other side and slid under the covers. As soon as his body came in contact with her, she snuggled up to him and rested her head on his chest.

Erik couldn't help but smile, wrapping his arms around her, he closed his eyes and fell into the most peaceful sleep he has had in four years.

Well, that's it guys! And my apologies to Hessian304, for delaying this chapter an extra night. For my computer selfishly destroyed some of this chapter. Well, stay tuned for more soon!

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