Christine's POV

I couldn't believe what I had just done. I ripped off my angels mask without permission and now I was paying the price. I couldn't help but feel curious about what lay beneath the mask, how was I supposed to know that he was deformed. I guess I should have had some idea about it. I mean why would he wear a mask but only have it cover the right side and not his whole face if he was trying to hide his identity from me. As soon as I had woken up I couldn't remember if what had happened was indeed a dream or reality. As I 1was wondering out of the bedroom I heard this beautiful music and when I turned the corner to find its source I saw him my angel of music sitting at his organ. I gasped when I saw him which made him stop for no longer then a few seconds and turn around but he just looked at me turned and continued playing. I walked up behind him and laid one hand on his shoulder the other reaching up to caress his left cheek. He stopped playing and leaned into my touch it was then that my curiosity got the better of me and I ripped off his mask.

So here I was pushed to the floor by my angel getting screamed at by him feeling frightened by his yelling, I had never seen him like this before, ashamed for reveling his deformity. I didn't get a very good look at it but the fleeting glance that I did get it didn't seem so bad. But my angel was screaming at me calling me viper and that no I could never be free. Be free of what I thought. He seemed to calm a little when he started to sing to me very haunting words.

'Stranger then you dreamt it
Can you even dear to look
Or bear to think of me?
This loathsome gargoyle
Who burns in hell but
Secretly dreams of beauty
Secretly, Secretly. But, Christine'

I felt horrible for my angel, no I told myself he is not an angel but a man. A man who believed himself to be a hideous monster. Tears started running down my cheeks. I felt pity for this man it seemed that he had never know compassion or love in his life. He was staring at the mannequin of me the one that had made me faint a few hours ago when he continued in a more earnest voice.

'Fear can turn to love
You'll learn to see to find
The man behind the monster
This repulsive carcass who seems a beast
But secretly dreams of beauty
Secretly, Secretly
Oh, Christine'

He was sitting on the steps know right in front of me with the right side of his face in his hand. I couldn't stop the tears that we streaming down my face. How could my angel feel this way about himself? I knew that he wanted the mask back but I wanted him to know that not all people are the way that he believes and with that I tentatively started to move to my angels side.

Erik's POV

Why did she do it? Just when I thought things were finally going the way I envisioned she betrays me by doing the unthinkable. My Christine removed my mask without my permission. She was just like everyone else all she wanted was to see what lay under the mask then she would run away screaming and would never return. I was feeling ashamed for yelling at Christine but she deserved it she should have never taken my mask off in the first place. Why couldn't she just leave well enough alone? This was not how I had planned the night on going I wasn't even going to reveal myself to her but when that stupid fop had asked her to dinner I couldn't help the jealous rage that coursed through my body. How dare he! Christine is mine. It was a compulsive decision one that I now regretted. I caught some movement out the corner of my eye. When I glanced up Christine was slowly moving closer to me. What is she doing I thought to myself why isn't she running away screaming for her precious fop? She had a look on her face like she was trying to calm a cornered animal. I couldn't blame her look at how I had just acted. She didn't deserve to be treated that way but I was just so angry at her I didn't think about what I was doing until it was already done.

"Angel?" My Christine said she was very close, she hesitantly put her hand on my arm. I flinched I wasn't used to any contact with another human.

"Christine please give me my mask back." I asked softly trying to keep the anger out of my voice.

"Angel please look at me."

"Look at you?" I shouted. I shot up from where I was sitting towering over her.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" I yelled again removing my hand from the right side of my face. I waited for her to turn in disgust of the hideousness that is my face. What she did next I would have never guessed someone doing in a million years. My Christine stood in front of me and raised her hand to touch my deformed cheek. I gasped in surprise and flinched away from her touch. No one not even my own mother had touched my face, I didn't even like too. I started to turn away so she wouldn't see the tears in my eyes but she grabbed my arm and turned me back towards her.

"Christine give me my mask back now. No one should be forced to look upon this monstrosity."

"Angel your not a monstrosity! Who ever told you this obviously didn't see the beautiful person that you are."

I had never been rendered speechless before but I guess there was a first time for everything. No one had ever used the word beautiful to describe me before. Demon, sure, monster most defiantly but beautiful, never beautiful. She had to be lying how could she think that. I was a demon that didn't deserve to be in the presence of someone like her. Christine was the angel, she was in her white robe with her back to the lake and the was the light was hitting the water made it seem she was glowing. Her curly chocolate brown hair was a mess from sleeping, her eyes and nose were red from crying. To me she had never looked more beautiful

"Do you have a name?"

"What?" Her question took me off guard. No one had ever asked for my name before, they were fine with calling me the Opera Ghost or the Phantom.

"Your name? Do you have one? Now that I know that you aren't an angel but indeed a man I think it would be more appropriate to call you by your name." She smiled tentatively at me.

"Erik, my name is Erik." She seemed surprised that I had answered her question. I was a surprised as well I hadn't meant to but the words had slipped from my mouth before I could stop them.

Christine's POV

"Erik," I said tasting the name on my tongue for the first time "Erik I like it very much, it suits you." I said smiling my most genuine smile.

"T-Thank you." he stuttered. He blinked a few times and shook his head. I had no idea that it was my smile that he had reacted to.

"My mask Christine." He said more forcibly.

I had completely forgotten that I had his mask in my hand. His face wasn't really that bad. It was red in some areas, pink in others. It had lumps and dips, it also cause the bottom lid of his right eye to be pulled down. It didn't seem to stay that way because I didn't notice it until now, it seemed to do this when he was frowning severely like he was doing now. What did he say? Oh yes his mask. I handed him his mask back not that I wanted to but he wasn't going to stop asking about it and I really wanted to speak with him. Erik turned his back to me to put his mask on and smooth down his hair. I wondered if he wore a wig, his deformity seemed to go past his hair line.

"Erik I'm truly sorry that I took your mask."

"It's fine Christine. I understand your curiosity I was the same when I was younger. But I learned to control it and observe instead of reacting on it."

He turned back towards me and I stood there is appreciative silence. Erik was extremely handsome in that mysterious/bad guy type of way. He's eye's were gray and a very light green which made them look blue at times. His nose was straight, lips full, and a square jaw. I must have been staring for a while because Erik started fidgeting and had to clear his throat for me to realize what I was doing.

"Well Christine its getting late I should return you to the surface. Go and get your things." He started to turn away but I reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him.

"But Erik I don't want to go. I want to stay here with you."
Erik started to shake his head. " You must have hit your head. No one wants to stay within the presence of a monster, Now lets go."

He took my hand into his gloved one and started to pull me along but I tugged free before we could get to the boat.

"Can't I just stay here with you, please? Now that I know what you are indeed a real person I want to get to know you."

"No Christine everyone will be wondering where you are. You wouldn't want then to worry would you?

"Oh, let them worry Carlotta disappears all the time and leaves the whole place in an up roar. I'll go back when I'm good and ready and right know all I want to do is sing with my angel." I started to pout this worked anytime Meg and I wanted to get out of rehearsals early. It seemed to work because Erik sighed and his shoulders stooped.

"Fine Christine, but only for a little while."


A few hours later:

I must have fallen asleep for a few hours, minutes maybe I didn't know. Erik and I had sung for what seemed like hours when I asked him if he would just let me listen while he played. Last thing I remember was sitting in a chair and listening to him playing such beautiful but sad melodies. He must have carried me to his bed. I could hear him playing still and I tentatively made my way to threshold of the room to hear him singing.

'Strip away the flesh and bone
Look beyond the lies you've known
Everybody wants to talk about a freak
No one wants to dig that deep
Let me take you underneath

'Baby better watch your step
Never mind what's on the left
You're gonna see things you might not wanna see
It's still not that easy for me underneath.'

What he was singing brought tears to my eyes. Did he really feel this way? He sounded so sad. I was about to make my way to him but thought better of it. I knew that if I walked over there he would surely stop. This song seemed very personal and he probably didn't want me to hear it if he was playing it while I was supposed to be asleep.

'A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
Underneath
Under my skin
Underneath
The depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?'

He started singing softly almost like he was singing to himself but as the song progressed his voice got stronger and louder. The tears were pouring from my eyes, this song made my heart ache. How could he feel this was? From what he was singing it sounded like he had never known love or compassion only hate and rejection.

'Welcome to my world of truth
I don't want to hide any part of me from you
I'm standing here with no apologies
Such a beautiful release
You inside of me.
A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
Underneath
Under my skin
Underneath
The depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?'

'Strip away the flesh and bone
Look beyond the lies you've known
I'm standing here with no apologies
Such a beautiful release you inside of me
Baby better watch your step
Never mind what's on the left
You're gonna see things you might not wanna see
It's still not that easy for me
Underneath.'

'A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
Underneath
Under my skin
Underneath
The depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?'

'A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
Underneath
Under my skin
Underneath
The depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?'

He finished in a whisper. I watched as Erik placed his head in his hands I didn't know what he was doing until his shoulders started to shake. My angel was crying just as I was, I started to make my way towards him slowly as not to startle him to give him some comfort.

"Oh Christine," he mumbled sadly. "Please don't hate me."

I realized that this was how Erik felt about himself. That everyone judges him by his appearance and not for what's underneath as he put it. I felt horrible for that's what I had done just a few hours ago.

I forgot about not trying to startle him. He sounded so pitiful and all I wanted to do was make him feel better. I ran up behind him and placed my hand on his shoulder. He jumped and spun around but wouldn't look me in the eyes instead he looked at the floor.

"How long have you been standing there?" He didn't sound angry but nervous I'd never heard him sound nervous

"Long enough." I brought my fingers up under his chin so he would look at me. When he finally meet my gaze I smiled but he didn't smile back he looked vulnerable and scared.

He stood and walked over to the lake. I watched him, he moved very gracefully I was only that graceful when I was dancing and I still wasn't as good as some of the other girls. He had taken off his waistcoat and vest so he was only in his white shirt and black trousers. I was reminded again of how handsome he was. Erik looked like he was deep in thought when I got to his side. He was staring at the lake as if the answers would just pop out of the water.

Finally he turned towards me and looked me in the eyes searching my face. "Christine why are you still here? You should hate me for what I have done."

I stood there speechless. Erik was right, why was I still here? I should be scared, angry, and upset I should demand that he take me back to my dressing room and never speak to me again. But instead I was down here in the catacombs of the opera house with the man that had lied to me my whole life. I tried to be angry but I just couldn't not with Erik looking at me as if I was going to run screaming from him and I couldn't understand why. I needed time, time to think about everything. About how I felt about Erik and what he has done, and Raoul.

I gasped I had completely forgotten about Raoul and you can't blame me for it what with all that has happened within the last couple of hours. I bet he was worried sick when he came back to an empty dressing room. But he would have to wait right know I needed to go back to the surface.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I need time to think all this through. Would you mind taking me back to my dressing room? I would go myself but I don't know the way."

"Of course Christine. Just let me get my cloak, wait for me in the boat." And with that he walked away.

What was I to do? My mind was racing a mile a minute. We didn't talk on the was back we were both lost in our own thoughts. When we got to the hallway that lead to my mirror all was quiet and dark. It was strange I thought I remembered the hallway being lit with candles the first time I went thorough.

Erik cleared his throat " I shall be here tomorrow at the same time. You can tell me then what you have decided concerning your lessons.

"Ok I shall see you tomorrow then." I suddenly didn't want Erik to go but I knew that I had to think everything thorough. Erik slid the mirror to the side to I could walk thorough I started to walk forward but I turned stood on tip toe and kissed Erik on his flawless cheek. "Erik I could never hate you." And with that I walked forward and slide the mirror closed but before it was shut I saw him raise his gloved hand to the spot where I had just kissed him with a look of surprised disbelief on his face.


Thanks for taking the time to read this. I'm kinda nervous this is my first story that I am actually going to continue to write so tell me what your opinions but don't be mean. Thank you (Oh, the song that Erik sings is called 'Underneath' by Adam Lambert.)