A/N: So I decided to continue thinking that more people will read if you write more, am I right? But in the end, I dont especially care how many people read or review, I just like to write the stories. :)


"You're only doing this out of pity." He pulled his hands away from hers and stood up not showing his face to her.

She would have been stupid to think it would be easy to get him to see the truth. "Please… I'm not doing this out of guilt or pity, I really want to stay with you, no one else could ever make me feel the way you do when you sing, when you hold me, when I just glance at you!"

Erik clutched his heart. He couldn't believe this was happening to him.

"Please." She whispered to him in desperation, now she had nothing left, she had nowhere else to go to.

He finally turned to her; he saw the truth in her eyes when she looked up at him. He then took her hand in his own and helped her up. When he had saw her come back into his room, this is what he had hoped for, and now it was real.

"Oh Christine…" She leaned closer into him but stopped when they both heard the mobs cries in the tunnels searching for them.

"We have to get out of here! They'll kill you!" Christine panicked. Erik stayed mainly calm as he looked around the room. He grabbed his mask and various other items before taking off towards the other side of his cave like home, Christine's small hand in his being tugged along. He smashed one of the mirrors and ran through it, quickly covering it up, and then he led Christine through the darkness.

I awoke the next morning to a bright fall day; I had quickly dressed, and then made my way through the boarding house that I had spent many years in due to the loss of my family. Today I felt excited, today was the day I would be heading off to the old Paris Opera house to attend an old auction. I climbed down the stairs but was quickly stopped by a man, about my age.

"Where are you headed in such a hurry this morning mademoiselle?" The young man joked, his brown, hair was slicked back and his eyes were gray as clouds. His name was Alden, A very odd name, but he was English so I thought not much of it. His mother owned the boarding house; I had grown up with her and her son.

"If you must know, I'm on my way to an auction at the Paris opera house, there may be some clues to prove my theses." I informed him moving his arm out of my way and walked by.

"Not the Phantom of the Opera thing again! Aimee, This is foolish!" He followed me as I grabbed a cloak and made my exit, Alden quickly grabbing a cloak as well chased me out the door.

"You can squabble about why you don't want me to go on with this but I wont listen. So you can choose to come along or you can choose to stay behind." I smiled as he sighed and joined my side making our way to the old opera house.

Christine only remembered darkness from the previous night; she didn't remember what had happened after entering the mirror with her phantom. But now she was awake and she was in some sort of room. She looked around for anything familiar.

She saw Erik leaning over a fireplace deep in thought. She didn't want to disturb him; he seemed to be concentrating hard on something. As she surveyed the rest of the room, she noticed it must have been some sort of Inn.

Erik turned around to see his beloved angel awake and looking around the room for answers.

"I had to check us in somewhere… at least until I find somewhere else… I don't know weather to remain at the opera house, or find a new place completely." Erik explained as Christine listened intently.

He was quiet for a few moments. "I still don't know what you were thinking… I probably never will…"

Christine gave a faint smile and crawled out of the bed. "I was thinking… that I made the right choice." She touched his arm and he looked at her, letting all his pent up emotion leak out through his eyes.

He quickly embraced her into a hug. Her being shorter made it seem like a bear hugging a man. She felt so cozy in his arms, never wanting to leave them, but she knew they really needed to find a place to stay… how was this going to work out when they both had no where to go.

"Christine… I've got to find us a place to live, we can't stay here, and I'm afraid we'd never be able to stay at the opera house." Erik let go of Christine and made his way to the balcony. "I'll be back as soon as I can, I'll find some way for us to be happy."

Christine smiled as she watched her phantom disappear over the ledge.


As we entered the opera house I noticed a fancy carriage pull up. I watched as an elderly man stepped out and sat in his wheel chair.

"I believe that to be the Viscount de Chagny!" I gasped clutching my dear friends arm. He only snuffed.

"How can you tell?" I rolled my eyes at his clear ignorance and made my way inside the auction had already started and different things were being wheeled out and wheeled in.

I stood in the center of the room, right in front of the stage, I watched from the corner of my eye as the Viscount was brought in and sat comfortably where he could see the stage. I watched as he made eye contact with an older lady on the other side of me. As I looked at her I realized she must have been the fabled Madame Giry, she was that right age, communicating silently with the Viscount, it had to be her!

I would have to wait for the auction to come to a halt before I could talk to her though, but I would, there was no doubt, I had questions, and I knew she would have answers!


A/N: k so that was the second chapter… a little short, but oh well, leave anything behind.

-Teenfox