Erik had lied to Christine. He realized that now. As the church doors opened, he saw Christine's pale hand smooth down her dress one final time before taking Raphael's arm to begin her journey down the aisel. Erik had most definitely lied to Christine.

It wasn't the church that made the day perfect. Nor was it the flowers or the dress that he had lovingly designed just for her. It wasan't the fact that he had gone through painstaking efforts to mash Christine's wishes with his mother's traditions. It couldn't have been ruined by his mother's tantrums or the press that had showed after receiving information, no doubt from his mother's press secretary.

No, Erik had lied to his Christine. He had promised her today would be perfect. He had promised to make it so. He had forgotten when had made the promise that he had no control over the one deciding factor that would make the day perfect. No, the honor of that belonged to Christinem and she had not dissappointed. She had shown up like she had was a good girl, indeed. The day had been made perfect simply by Christine showing up. He took her from Raphael and turned with her to face the preacher.

"When did you get the new mask?"Christine whispered.

"I made it for you." Erik looked over at Christine for approval. The rest of the world could be damned for all he cared. Christine was the only one needed. Her approval was oxygen, and her love was the rthym of his heart.

"You could have shown up without it."

"Christine doesn't like it?"

"No, Erik, I like it, but I wouldn't have been bothered if you chose not to wear a mask."

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Erik woke up to find his arms empty. The scent of Christine still lingered in the spot that she had occupied next to him. She had not been gone long. The old Erik would have believed that Christine had once more ran away from him, but this Erik knew the truth. Christine had promised that she would never leave him ever again. She and him both knew that they could not one from each other. Distance nor death could seperate the two of them. Someone had taken his Christine.

They would pay. Erik crawled out of bed and threw his clothes back on. Oh yes, they would pay. The moment Christine was found and safely at home, he would show the world what happens when someone takes Erik's things. Erik does not share.

He threw the bedroom door open to see Christine picking up a crossiant. He marched over as she turned a page in the newspaper and started to tear the crossiant apart. Erik picked Christine up without warning and carried her back to bed. "Erik, what is your problem with me eating crossiants? This is twice now."

Erik had no idea as to what Christine was talking about. However, he wasn't about to admit that fact to Christine. "Erik thought someone had taken his Christine."

Christine took Erik's face in her hands and placed a kiss to his lips. "Erik, I am where you are, forever. That is never going to change. I simply got hungry and found the newspaper when I went to search for something to eat."

"Erik is sorry he is not taking care of his bride."

"Nonensense. You are taking wonderful care of me. We made the front page." Christine reached over and picked up the forgotten newspaper that she had dropped close to the bed. She handed the paper to Erik. He decided immediately after seeing Christine's smiling face in the photo that he would have to make sure to order several copies for himself.

Our angel has wed, and our mystery composer is no where to be seen or heard. This reporter assumes that he is weeping for the loss of the angel's voice. She will be most certainly missed within the opera world after giving only two one-night performances.

"This idiot has no idea what he is talking about. Why would you stop singing. That is just ludicrous."

"I know, Erik." Just keep reading.

One of the major shockers of the day turned out to be the groom. A wedding is a most unusually spot for a prince to make his first public appearence. Much less as the groom. The lucky groom turned out to be Prince Erik. For years, rumors have to been spread, and it has always been speculated that the prince was either killed at birth or was being hid away from the public eye due to some hideous deformation. However, the man that wed Christine Daae yesterday was nothing less than a god before men.

"If only they knew what really laid beneath the mask I had on, they would not say such things. I looked normal yesterday, did I not?"

"I told you it didn't matter."

"Oh, but it does, my love. Do you really think that they would have let you marry this monster if I would have shown up without a mask on. No, they would have ran screaming in terror. No doubt someone would have dragged you far away from me."

"Stop it, Erik. I hate it when you talk about yourself like that. I absolutely hate it."

"I am sorry, my love. I did not mean to upset you."

"Why didn't you tell me that you were a prince?"

"Would it have mattered?"

"No. Are they going to force to go back to that horrid place?"

"Christine, we will live in paradise if it will please you. You simply say the word, and I will take you wherever you want to go."

"This is fine for now." Christine wrapped her arms around Erik and buried her head in his chest before falling back asleep. Erik was simply to content to move and decided that he would deal with his mother and brother later. But for now, he simply wanted to rest with his angel.

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A/N: I know the ending could have been better. Sorry it took so long. Please review. Competemplating a sequel. We'll see. Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed.