A/N: Thanks for the reviews! . You may want to read the author note people.
There's some really good questions people have asked me, that I think you all
need to read.

From here on, I'm going to be putting thoughts in italics.

About Christine and Erik's relationship and their ages: Some of you might be
thinking "Aren't Christine and Erik a little young for a relationship this
strong." (Christine: 8 Erik: 12) That is kinda normal. I was 4 when I had my
first crush on a boy. Christine is just a huggie person so she just hugs Erik a
lot. Plus she's a little hug deprived since there's no one living with her
besides her father, and he's a busy man composing, although he will
occasionally take a break to spend time with Christine. I've read a book saying
that girls can have their periods as early as 8 to 9 years old. Christine might
be one of those lucky people. Also, Christine is quite mature for her age.
Don't ask, she just is. . She's a little taken with Erik. I mean what girl
would not have a crush on a boy like Erik, who has just saved her?

Yes the dream was really weird. But what dream isn't. Dreams don't make sense
sometimes. Leli1013, the Grimm stories were just stuck in her mind so quickly
because it was scary for her. I've watched the Exorcist when I was young, and
it scared the shit out of me. I had nightmares for a while. .

Opera Dove: No, I didn't kill off Christine's father. Also, I didn't include
Erik in the story because I didn't want him to be the one that had his eyes
poked out. I wanted Christine to realize how useless Raoul really is. JK lol. I
didn't want to put Erik in the dream, only to show that he wasn't able to save
her. I wanted Christine to be so frightened of the dream, so that she would go
to Erik for comfort. I will send the chapters for you to beta them. Thanks for
the offer.

Lotte Rose 37 : Erik knows about sex, but he's not about to rape Christine in
the dead of night. After all, he must know that the funny feeling in his pants
relates to something sexual. Just Kidding. . Erik has always seen Javert take
a woman behind a tent, after his beatings. He also knew what was going on when
Christine was about to be raped by Javert. And yes I'm thinking about rating
this M by the end of this story. I'm also thinking about leaving this T and
make a part 2. I will then rate the part 2 rated M. I don't know yet.

moonlit-leaf : Welcome and thanks for the review.

Mademoiselle Fleur Augereau : I know it was a really weird dream. . But what
dream isn't.

To: Mary Anne Talbot , siriuslyaphanatic, whatakick , Mystari , the Mouse in
the Opera House
, Amaya92 , Twinkle22 , tink20 , and Morte Rouge for the kind
reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Phantom of the Opera and I don't own
any of the Brothers Grimm stories.

and now...

Chapter 14

Christine woke abruptly to her father's voice calling for her.

"Christine? Are you up? Breakfast is ready, Angel." her father called.

She heard her father knock on her bedroom door. Christine started to panic.
'He'll soon come looking for me. And when he finds me, he'll find Erik as well.
I have to hide him.' she thought.
"Erik." she whispered urgently and shook his shoulder gently. "Erik, please get
up. You must hide now."

Erik stirred sat up in bed abruptly. He didn't need telling twice. He slipped out of the sheets and hid under
the bed. He pulled the covers over the edge of the bed, so as to not allow
anyone to see him.
When Christine knew Erik was well hidden she called out to her father, "I'm in
here."
Gustav opened up the door and stared at his daughter. "Why are you sleeping in
here, Angel?"

"I wanted to know what it was like to sleep in this room. After all, we are
leaving this week." she replied.

"No wonder the bed wasn't made yesterday." he said, turning to leave the room
and closing the door.

Erik soon poked his head out from under the bed, making sure he was gone, and
crawled out from underneath the bed. He stood up facing Christine. Christine
giggled.
"What?" Erik asked.

Christine giggled even harder. "You're covered in dust bunnies." She pointed at
his white dress shirt and black pants.

Erik's fingers curled up into a tight fist, making his knuckles white. "I don't
see anything funny about it." he hissed. Christine stopped laughing. Christine eyes opened, showing her surprise from his reply.

"I... I didn't mean to-." Christine shuddered, but Erik cut in.

"Didn't mean to what, Christine?" he said angrily. 'What are you doing? Don't
say another word, you fool. You will regret it like last time you yelled at
her.'
he scolded himself. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Erik's heart
skipped a beat. 'I'm making her cry. I have to do something to stop her. I
don't want to see her cry.'

"Christine," he said his gaze softened under his mask, "don't cry. I didn't
mean it. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?"

Christine shrugged her shoulders.

"Would you like it if I show you a magic trick?" he asked hopefully.

She nodded.

He walked up to her so that they were only mere inches away from each other. He
took his right hand and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. With a flick of his
wrist, a red rose appeared without its thorns. He stepped back and handed it
to Christine. Her eyes widened.

"Where did you find this rose." she said in amazement. She brought the rose up
to her nose and breathed in.

"Oh, I can't tell you that." he said with a smile.

"How did you know roses are my favorite flower?" she asked, still amazed.

"They suite you." he said. 'Should I tell her the story about the Nightingale
and the White Rose
? No, maybe some other time.'
he thought.

"Thank you," she paused and smiled at him, "for everything. I better get
dressed. Excuse me."

Christine walked out of Erik's room and into her own. She dressed herself in a
baby blue dress and hurried downstairs to eat her breakfast.

A/N: Please review. .