A/N: I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! There is a lot of sappy gooey love in the beginning, but I am trying something new for me. This is thoughts and flash backs.

Elizabeth walked through the Paris Library. Her heart was drawn the Fantasy section. "The Goblin King Library was much more beautiful…and Erik was there. I miss him dearly…but I can't let him die for selfish desires…those memories…"

Elizabeth was at the kitchen table, waiting for Erik. "I think you will need to know how to sew, for I can't go up in the winter…you already know why." Erik said right behind her. "O-okay." Elizabeth stuttered. Erik left the room and came back with needles, thread, and a few pieces of fabric. "The first step is to tie a knot so you won't lose all your work." Erik instructed while showing her. "I think I got it." Elizabeth bit her lip and tied the knot. "Now we put one end into the 'eye' of the needle." Erik said calmly. Elizabeth put her thread into the 'eye' of the needle. "I did it, Erik!" Elizabeth laughed. "Now try to put the needle through the fabric three times." Erik said, showing her what to do. " Okay…Ouch!" Elizabeth yelled. She had poked her finger with the needle. "Here, let me get a bandage." Erik said, "Run it under lukewarm water!" Elizabeth did as she was told.

"Hold still" Erik said as he place the bandage on the finger and tied it. "Thanks Erik." Elizabeth said sweetly. "You are welcome." Erik said. "Want to try again?"

"How wonderful our time was together, why had it be so short?" Elizabeth inquired out loud.

Below the Opera House…

Erik was eating when Elizabeth's image appeared in his head…again. "Why is she always on my mind?" Erik yelled. "Because you like her!" the deep kind voice said in his head. "I do not! I just enjoy her company." Erik thought. "Is that why you watched her in sleep?" the voice said. "I will admit, that she is very beautiful, but I don't like her." Erik remembered that night…the first night he watched her.

It was dark, but Erik could not sleep. He could hear the light breathing of Elizabeth. To this day, Erik still doesn't know what possessed him, but he got out of the coffin and saw Elizabeth. Her long locks were fanned out around her and a few strays framed her face. Her cheeks will a little rosy. Her skin was its usual pale color. It was her lips that caught his attention. It was slightly opened. "Erik…" Elizabeth whispered in her sleep with a smile on her face. "She is dreaming about me?" Erik thought. The blankets were at her waist and she appeared to be cold. "I could just pull them up…" Erik thought. He pulled them up and did the most tempting of things: to kiss her. It was only a peck on the cheek, but it was enough to make Erik smile. " So soft…" he thought as he went back to his coffin and fell asleep. A smile was still painted on his face.

"You know that you wanted to kiss her lips…" the voice said with pure confidence. "It was a friendly kiss on the cheek…many men to it in high society." Erik countered back. "You are no man of high society! You gave into temptation!" the voice said back fiercely. "I…I…I did, I am attracted to her…but it is no other feeling than lust." Erik thought weakening. "It is more than mere attraction or lust…it is the beginning of falling in love." the voice said triumphantly. "No… not again! I-I can't!" Erik put his head in his hands. "Denial…stage 2" the voice said. Erik screamed. "I am a monster, I can't love! I only hurt!" were his angry cries. In his heart he knew the truth…he was falling in love, real love, with Elizabeth.

In the Paris Library…

The Vicoumet de Changy had finally come to a decision. He was expected to love the Daae singer…but Maria had stolen his heart easily. "Maria is the queen of intelligence, but Christine is the angel of innocence. Philippe would want me to have someone to talk to, not a child." Raoul thought as he was searching for a book. Then he saw her. Maria's eyes seemed distant. "What is are you thinking, my dear?" Raoul thought. "How wonderful our time was together, why had it be so short?" Maria said. Jealousy boiled in Raoul's blood. " Who madam?" Raoul asked. "Hello, where is that lovely wife of yours?" Maria said sarcastically. "At the Opera House…practicing for 'A Poet's Dreams and Nightmares'. I am sorry that I lied." Raoul said nervously. "I knew you were lying from the moment we met. Though, why lie? You have money, power, a beautiful wife….what else could you need or want?" Maria asked.

"I lied b-because…I was attracted by you. You are beautiful…and I think that now I…I…" "You what?" Maria asked with venom laced into her every word. "I love you." Raoul said, looking at his shoes. "I am sorry, but I can not return your intense affections for you have to be loyal to your wife." Maria ran from the Vicoumet and into the streets, passing by shops and bakeries, trying to get away. "Please Maria, come back! I love you, isn't that all that matters?" Raoul shouted as he closed in on Maria. "No, my love will not be forced nor bought!" Maria ran as fast as she could, but two manly arms took her by the waist. "You are coming with me, you are mine." Raoul said in her ear. Raoul carried Maria, who was kicking and screaming, into his nearby carriage. "You are mine." were the last words the hung in the wind as the carriage took off.

A/N: I know this is kind of short, but I am saving the best for later. This story is about 15 chapters with an epilogue.

Erik: What about the sequel?

A/N: when this is over, I will put up a poll on my profile and people will vote for/ not for the sequel.

Jareth: Sounds fair.

-All together-: Bye Everyone and happy Mother's Day!