A.N I got such wonderful reviews that I'm going to write Erik as well. Thank you so much for your encouragement! However, I'm not sure how well I write Erik but we'll see how it goes.

Thanx to everyone who reviewed. You should be all getting an e-mail soon saying how wonderful I think you are!

Disclaimer: See Chapter one

She had chosen him.

She kissed him with such a power he didn't think capable from her. His heart was racing wildly and his mind was a full of a thousand thoughts. He kissed her back, his passion and hunger for love all being released into it. She didn't resist and for one wonderful, fleeting moment, he truly thought she was his.

And then he heard a muffled gasp from the Viscount.

They broke apart. He didn't dare to look at her. His breath came in short gasps. The passion she kissed him with wasn't for him. It just showed how much she wanted her Raoul to be freed.

Tears began to fill Erik's eyes. She would willingly spend the rest of her life in unhappiness with him, a monster, so her lover would be set free. He couldn't do that her, his precious angel.

"Take her. Just go. Leave me." He stumbled back to his room. "Go now. Go now and leave me!"

He sat on the edge of his bed, face in his hands. His fingers brushed against the exposed flesh on his right cheek.

He had been denied everything in his life. His face, the love of his mother, his dignity. And now he was denied her, the only thing he'd ever cared about.

Why did she have to kiss him? Now that kiss will last forever in his mind, teasing him and torturing him, reminding him of something he will never have again.

He lifted his head and saw her. Was this her or just his imagination?

No, it was really her. She was moving towards him. Why was she still here? Couldn't she see that she had tortured him enough?

She slowly sat down besides him, her eyes never leaving his face. They were red from crying. That was his fault.

Oh, I didn't mean to hurt you angel. I just wanted you to see the way I'm breaking inside.

He dared to look her in the eyes. "Christine…I love you."

And he could see it then. Or was it his mind, daring to hope? No, it was there, in her eyes, clear as day. Oh God, please let it be true…

She loved him.

She leaned forward into his warm embrace. Tears of relief flooded his eyes. He held her tightly, as she clung to him like a child, sobbing into his chest.

He was loved. But more than that, he was loved by an angel. His special angel.

A.N Well, I hope that wasn't too bad! I know it was short but I was just concentrating on getting Erik right. This is the end of this fic but I am thinking of a longer story. It will probably be up at the weekend. Please review!