Hello readers! I've been a huge fan of the Phantom of the Opera since I was a little kid, and like most of you wanted to see Christine stay with the Phantom. This Phantom is different than most, but is based off of Gerald Butler (he is sexy isn't he?) :D. In my head I am using the cast from the 2004 movie, but go ahead and imagine any one you wish!  Enjoy

-AesSedia

"Pitiful Creature of darkness… what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you… you are not alone!"

Christine Daae sang these last words before kissing her angel of music. The man who had taught her everything she knew about passion, everything about singing. Her anger toward this man faded as his lips connected with hers, kissing her gently and lovingly. All of her emotions poured into this one kiss leaving her breathless afterward. She gazed into his eyes, trying to read his emotion and brought her lips to his in another passionate kiss. She knew that she could never hate this man as she had just stated, she knew she was beginning to fall in love with him... or maybe she had always been in love with him.

She tore away from the kiss and starred into the expressionless face of her Angel. He seemed suddenly upset and bowed his head, tears flowing freely.

"No, no please Angel do not cry for me" she said while caressing the marred sign of his face.

"Christine!"

Christine turned at the sound of her name, Raoul, her child hood sweet heart and now fiancée. The shocked looked on Raoul's face told her he had seen the passion in her kisses.

Track down this murderer, he must be found!

Christine cringed at the sound of the nearing mob; she needed to make a decision… and quick.

"Christine! What are you doing? Help release me so we may destroy this monster together!" Raoul's plea's sounded in her ear as she observed her surroundings

She suddenly realized she was alone, where had her Angel gone?

She looked toward the shore of his home and saw he was heading back into the area that contained his swan bed. She hurriedly ran after him, ignoring Raoul's shouts.

She approached her Angel; he was sitting on the swan bed placing his porcelain white half- mask in its proper place. He finally spoke, the first since telling her to make a decision

"You should leave, the mob is nearing"

"I'm going with you" she told him, almost not believing her own words.

He looked up at her, doubt in his eyes

"There is no need for that, your Vicomte waits"

"If you haven't noticed, I believe my Vicomte only waits to be untied" she said while glancing in the direction of the gate that Raoul was still currently tied to.

He arched an eyebrow at her, amusement apparent in his face.

"Do you wish to leave with me?" he asked while gathering his few possessions together.

She did not hesitate "Yes".

"Then let us go, I am surely not in any mood to be attacked by a mob" He took her hand and looked at her closely "Especially in the state of shock I am in, I think I would fair horribly".

She smiled at the amusement in his voice, perhaps deliria, either way she enjoyed the lighter side of the Phantom.

He reached for a candle stick and neared a covered mirror; he stopped once again and looked at her, the doubt once again in his eyes.

"Is this what you want Christine?" he asked, fear and a sense of longing flashing painfully in his emerald eyes.

"Angel…" she began but was interrupted

"Erik"

"What?" she asked, confusion cut into the fine lines of her delicate features

He sighed.

"Erik… it is my name" he said hesitantly.

She smiled and suddenly felt very connected to him. Her mysterious angel had shared his name with her.

"Yes Erik, I am ready"

He nodded and turned toward the mirror, both ignoring the outrageous Raoul who was still tied against the fence. The mob neared and Christine felt a sense of fear as Erik broke the glass mirror, revealing a hidden passage. She was leaving all she knew to be with a man. Not just a man though this man was the infamous Phantom of the Opera... and, she smiled as she thought to herself, this man was Erik.