A/N: I'm so, so, so sorry it has taken me so long to update. 5 or so months is just ridiculous. Unfortunately, during that period I have apparently come to my senses, and I am no longer totally obsessed with Gerrik. Which is good. But the character of Erik is still the object of my favorite book(s). Thanks to the few reviewers I have, that last favorite I got finally made me come out of my stupor or whatever it was and finally post this. Are any of my readers in 8th grade? Then you all know how totally hard it is to comprehend when you've just come from 7th where they give you homework maybe twice a week. So, here is Chapter Four, at long, long last:

At last, the stupid Vicomte left Christine's room, though with a disturbing parting message: I'll bring my carriage. Two minutes!" To her credit, Christine seemed frightened to disobey me, begging Raoul to wait, to not make her leave with him. I moved silently to the door behind Christine, locking it. Of course, I knew Mme. Giry saw me, but I trusted her not to tell. Not after what she'd done for me...

I blew out her candles. Seeing Christine look up from lacing her nightgown, and move to try to open the door, I made my second contact of the night, but this time chastising her and Raoul, but gently, sending most of my blame to him.

Insolent boy, this slave of fashion

basking in you glory

Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor

sharing in my triumph

Christine jumped, looking around for the source of my voice, silly child, I thought, You'd think that you would know who was speaking to you by now... She looked up, singing back to me remorsefully, begging me to forgive her. Then, something unexpected:

Enter at last, master!

Yes! Finally, she was asking me to show myself, not contenting herself with just hearing my voice! But no, take it slowly, don't force yourself on her... I sang softly, gently, throwing my voice to a spot above her head as I rushed to my mirror-door.

Look at your face in the mirror

I am there, inside!

Christine drifted forward, eyes wide, completely entranced.

I am your angel of music

Come to your angel of music

I am your angel–

I heard a voice at the door. Damn! It was that fool, the Vicomte! I sang louder, slowly opening the mirror-door slowly, stretching out my gloved hand. She reached –yes, yes– and placed her small hand in my black gloved one. (I'm sorry, I love Emmy Rossum, but COME ONE!!!!! cow eyes... grrr...)

We walked slowly down the passage, her hand still in mine, me checking over my shoulder every few moments, to be sure she was still following (this part really freaks me out... what's up with the MOVING arms holding candles?? I mean, that's more than a little wacky...). I had begun leading her down the stairs when she began to sing, her beautiful voice seeming to caress me...

The Phantom of the Opera is here

Inside my mind

But no-! If she was singing, my control over her would definitely weaken, and I would risk losing her. Hurriedly, but still trying to keep my voice in the way that she knew would hypnotize her, I responded, urging her to forget her previous life, in light and the sun. And the Vicomte, Raoul.

We walked slowly, me leading her by the hand, to where I had my -er- not-completely-legally acquired horse waiting for her.

After several minutes of my walking the horse, still singing to keep her under the spell, we reached the boat. I began polling it down the small canal under the opera house, allowing her to exercise her voice, while interjecting my own every once in a while. Christine began to sing higher and higher, with me encouraging her all along, working up to the note she had been struggling on –the high "E".

"Sing, my angel!! Sing for me!!" Christine's voice rose above mine, striking the note with perfection. The candlesticks rose out of the water, igniting instantly, (another weird part...) and we reached the shore. I leaped out.

Again, I'm so, so sorry it took so long to update, I really had no idea what to write at all, and now the chapter is finally finished and it's so short! I was watching Phantom on my sister's iPod, yes, I KNOW I'm obsessed, why else would I be writing this, and I got this inspiration. I'll try to make the next one better, I promise. Please review!! The numbers have been getting dangerously low... how about I say if I don't get at least three reviews for this chapter, I'm not updating till then. So, there. But thanks to the people who have been reviewing, however few you are. I love you all!!

XOXO

SDC