AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS A VERY SHORT CHAPTER, AND RATHER THAN REPEATING MYSELF, I DIDN'T PUT THE LYRICS FOR POINT OF NO RETURN. HOWEVER, ERIK AND CHRISTINE ARE SINGING AGAIN. SAME AS BEFORE, CHRISTINE IS ITALICS AND ERIK IS IN BOLD. ENJOY! ~ DP

I awoke with a start, sitting up in my bed, looking around the room. I was back in my room, when only hours before I had been with the Phantom in the folds of passion. I sighed softly, thinking about his touch, his lips, and his tongue. My legs twitched at the thought, as well as the core in between my legs. I walked around the room, and left a note outside, asking not to be disturbed before the performance. I read the score and libretto over and over in the time that I woke up and the performance. I heard a knock after a few hours. It was low, as not to disturb me.

"Christine," Madame Giry's voice rang through my door, not coming in. "It's time."

I nodded. "Thank you, Madame," I said softly, setting the score down and getting my costume, putting it on slowly, looking at myself in the mirror. I took the hairpin that was on my vanity, a bright red rose, and placed it in my hair. I looked myself over again, then turned around, looking at the floor length mirror. I didn't know if he would be on the other side, but I went over to it, placing my hand on the glass. "I'm nervous about this opera of yours," I spoke softly, so only he would hear if he was there, "but I want to thank you again for what we did last night. It was amazing, and I'll never forget it, just as I will never forget you." With that, I came out of my room, walking barefoot along the corridor to the stage. I listened to the corps singing the first song. I glanced out at the audience, and saw the cringing faces of women and the disgusted looks of men as they listened to the words and saw the dancing. Piangi and Passerino came out next, singing before I came out. I breathed deeply as Monsieur Reyer cued my entrance and I came out, looking out into the audience with my basket of roses as I sang my first line.

No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy. No dreams within her heart but dreams of love…

My back was turned to the sets that lay behind me, and Don Juan emerged from the curtain, holding his cloak in front of his face, below his mask. I heard Passerino sing nervously, and then I heard the reply.

Passerino…go away for the trap is set and waits for its prey…

I let out a little sigh as I played with the petals on one of the roses, wondering how I would do with Piangi now that we were performing. Then, I heard the voice again, and something struck me. I straightened up, letting out a shaky breath. I turned my head quickly to look at him and as I was about to gasp, he placed his finger over his lips, telling me to keep quiet. He was there, the Phantom of the Opera, in place of Piangi, singing the part of Don Juan. I slowly turned my head back out to the audience, letting his voice fill my soul again as he sang.

I slowly stood up, watching him as I panted softly. It was taking all of my energy not to ravage him right there on stage. And he knew how I was struggling; he had a smirk on his face. He placed his hand out in front of me to keep me still as he approached me, singing once again. He moved around me, running his soft fingers up and down my bare arms. He grabbed ahold of my neck as I gasped quietly, trembling at his touch. My body began to ache for him once more as he sang, his lips just lightly brushing against my neck. The pleasure was once again growing inside of me as he sang, and I couldn't stand it. I just wanted to touch him, even if it was for a brief moment. He took my hand, pulling me around to face him. I felt my hands press against his muscular chest as he pulled me along, his arm wrapped around my waist. As he pulled me long, I felt him against me, hard and ready, wanting me just as much as I wanted him. He took ahold of my delicate throat before I let a low moan escape from my lips, smiling down as he sang.

Then, without warning, he spun me out of his arms and I was face to face with the audience again, panting softly as I looked up at Raoul who was in Box Five. He knew that something wasn't right and had a policeman standing beside him, watching us as I took a breath, and I began to sing. I looked over at the Phantom as I sang, slowly making my way towards him. I moved behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders, running them down his back as I softly kissed his neck. He took a sharp breath, turning back to look at me as I moved to the stairs that led to the bridge that was built above the other sets. Everyone's eyes were on us now; the managers, the stagehands, the police, and the corps that waited backstage. I caught a glimpse Madame Giry, who seemed like her breath was taken away as she watched us together. He walked up his stairs and I walked up mine, my eyes locked on him as the passion inside my body began to rise to a new height. My hands were begging to touch him; my soul was begging to be near him, and my lips were begging to kiss him. By this time, we were both at the top of the bridge and we were looking at each other. My chest was heaving as he threw his cloak off the side of the bridge and we began to walk towards each other. He pulled me against him, my back to his chest as he ran his hands all over my body. I quivered at his touch, breathing slowly as I placed my hands over his, holding them tightly.

"What are you doing here," I asked in a hush whisper, looking around at the surrounding policemen by the stage and waiting in the wings. I held onto his hands tighter, growing more and more nervous. "They're going to kill you, Erik."

"No, they won't," he whispered back, releasing my hands as he moved his hands into my hair. "Christine, do you want to go with me?"

My eyes widened, as my breathing began to quicken and I looked at Raoul, who was watching us, along with everyone who was waiting in the wings. "What?" He kissed my ear softly, turning me to face him, holding my left hand up with his right as he sang to me once more.

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime…lead me save me from my solitude…

I looked at him with a soft smile, moving my right hand to his face, listening to him as he sang. He moved his free hand into his pocket and I gasped softly, seeing my ring from Raoul being placed on my left ring finger.

Say you want me with you here, beside you…Anywhere you go, let me go too! Christine, that's all I ask of – "NO!"

I had pulled off his mask and the apparent wig that he wore along with it. I longed to see his face, his beautiful face that he had hid so often. However, it had the opposite affect than I had planned. Screams and gasps of shock erupted throughout the Opera Populaire and Erik looked down at me, his eyes full of hurt as I saw the extent of his deformity on his face. I dropped his mask and wig, taking a step back. Suddenly, I felt his arm wrap tightly around me and he kicked at the bridge, a trapdoor opening below us. I let out a scream as we fell into the dark abyss that lay below, knowing that I would never escape his grasp alive.

I yelled as I awoke and bounced off of my bed and onto the floor, groaning as I landed hard on my ass. I looked around the room, trying to familiarize myself with the surroundings. I had been ejected from the dream, and apparently from my bed as well. I sighed, now worried for the dreams. Christine had been taken from the Phantom, and I began to wonder if Erik would take me as well. No, I thought as I shook my head, he would never do that. He loves me…he loves me… I sighed heavily, searching my room for my cell to text someone, anyone. But the only person who knew about the dreams was Drake, and I hadn't told about any of them since we left Paris. How could I tell him that I had a sexual dream about Christine and the Phantom when Raoul and Christine didn't even have one? This would definitely show Drake that I was more in love with Erik than I was with him. I decided to get online to research the Paris Opera House, wondering if there was any music left from the past operas. If Erik was going to be leaving, I wanted to give him a proper going away gift: my voice singing as Christine.