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Music of the Night: The Phantom of the Opera Returns (Guile & Melody)

Erik smiled down at his love. When she moved the hair from his face he took her hand in his and kissed it, listening to her beautiful voice. He closed his eyes and let it surround him while he breathed deeply to try and steady his fast-paced heart. When she finished he chuckled softly. "You learned well." He admitted, though he knew she had always known that. He placed a kiss on her lips softly before saying, "I've loved you since the first day I saw you. I was just waiting until the time was right to tell you..." He confessed.
 
"Well, Monsiuer Erik, I had an angel of a teacher." She kissed him back. "And, I was just a wretched chorus girl that did not deserve your kindness or your 'rearing', so to speak." She felt his lips and escaped to her fictional world again. "You were always beside me." She pressed herself still against them, completely immersed in him. "I hate to spoil this moment, but our children need us." She didn't want to leave, but had to. She prayed for another moment like this one.
 
Erik smiled at her, but had to disagree. "Darling, you were the only one in this House that ever deserved to even be here." He placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "You are, and always were, the most fantastic woman I've ever laid eyes on." He smiled sincerely as she touched his lips. His body quivered under her touch and he was glad when she kissed him again. When she pulled away and reminded him of the children he chuckled. "I suppose you're right darling." He took one last, longing look out at the House from where they stood on the stage before taking her hand in his, entwining their fingers, and walking with her off to find their children. As Christine did, he hoped that they would get another chance at a moment like this had been - if he had anything to do with it, they would.
 
Christine thought of what had just happened out on that stage. She felt as if they had just reconnected like never before. Why, all of a sudden, was she seeing those visions? "Mama, Mama!" Lilly came sprinting toward them. Throwing her little arms around Christine's legs, she quivered as well. "I-I got lost..." She seemed to be genuinely frightened. Christine picked up the child. "It's alright. Mama's got you." She moved a piece of hair from Lilly's face. "Calm, young one." She felt like laughing at this, but this was her daughter. "I thought you were with Catherine." Lillith shook her head. "I had stopped to see a picture and I turned around and they were gone!" Christine held her hand.
 
Erik reached over and placed his hand on Lillith's cheek as he kissed the top of her head. "Don't fear this place, little one. You could never get lost here." he looked around at the walls of the building that had been his home almost as long as he could remember. There were bittersweet memories that lay around every corner for him that made him smile. "If you did," he assured her with a smile, "I would find you."
 
Lillith pressed her cheek into her father's palm, comforted immediately. "Thank you, Pere." She reached both of her arms for him. "I know you would never leave me." She giggled. Christine handed the girl over with a smile, as she thought of their moment together. She wanted desperately to go back. She yearned for solitude with herself and her angel of music. "You would have me taken away from you and Mommy if you did." She teased him.
 
Erik opened his arms, a little surprised that his daughter wanted him to hold her. He had never held a child in his arms that actually wanted to be held - only Catherine when she needed carried somewhere. However, this thought made him smile as he took his daughter in his arms for the first time. He chuckled at her tease, but inside he couldn't bare to think of her being taken from them. "Well, I'll just have to make sure that never happens." He teased back with a smile. He had the same feeling inside of him as Christine. He loved his children and wanted to spend time with them, but he secretly wished for more time alone with her.
 
The small girl laid her head against him and breathed softly, taking in the music of his supernatural heart. As the trio walked on, maybe five minutes later, they caught up with Catherine, William and Alistair. "There you are!" Alistair trotted toward his twin. "We've been looking everywhere for you!" Catherine stopped William, who hadn't yet noticed that Lilly was safe in Erik's embrace. "Thank you, God!" He relaxed his hands on Catherine. Christine smiled and turned to Erik. "Alright, let's leave them here and...sing together again?" She asked, wanting to do so with all she had.
 
Erik smiled at Lilly before kissing her on the cheek and placing her on the ground with her siblings. "You're alright now, everything's fine." He assured everyone. Hearing Christine's request made him grin but he didn't turn and look at her until he announced their departure. "Christine and I have some...business to attend to." He said, not sure how to explain their sudden appearance, then disappearance. "We'll see you all shortly." He said before taking her hand and walking off away from the group once more. "Thank God." He joked. "We got away again." He chuckled as he kissed her hand.
 
"Monsiuer Erik, you are not pleased to have them?" She teased. "They think the world of their father." Christine entwined her fingers in his and wondered where he would lead her to. "To the ends of the earth, my darling!" She grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Are we going back to the stage or our world below?" She was fine with either, for she had a song for both adventures.
 
Erik teased back. "Well, my dear, to be quite honest I don't mind them so much. I mean, you've practically raised them - all I have to do is sit back and be the fun parent." He laughed and kissed her lips, not meaning what he said. He loved her and his children more than life itself. He kept leading her by her hand gently, taking her back to the stage. There was something about that place that drew him to it and he wished to go back again - just once more - before he had to slip back away into the world below. "To the stage, darling." He turned to her with a smile. "I've been hiding below for years - I wish to spend tonight with the world above. And with you." He added, rubbing his thumb lightly over the back of her hand.
 
"The fun parent, or the one that must give his daughter away in just a few weeks time?" She teased, but was serious at the same time. "I love it up here...on stage, I mean." She was looking up, but turned sharply into him as she corrected herself. "It's so quiet, and a..." She laid her head on his shoulder, "a good place to think."
 
Erik wrapped his arms around her slowly, allowing his hands to run from her waist and up her back. "I know what you mean." He said with a sigh, looking over her at the view once again. "I just wish I could see it more often. I've longed to be up here for quite sometime." He didn't want her to fear that he was unhappy with his life as it now was though, so he added, "but I've come to terms with the fact that I cannot be. Let's just say I've, guiltily, tried to live vicariously through you." Now that he thought about it - could that be why he was so eager to see her up on stage again? That wasn't the entire reason, he knew, but perhaps some if it. He wasn't entirely sure.
 
"It's like that song that you ever so enjoy singing with me, you are in my mind, using me as a, a puppet, I guess, would be the correct term." She smiled and did the same to him. "I am the mask you wear, after all." She didn't mind that at all. She was happy to help. "I am honored to be taught by someone precious and kind, and then used on this stage for your needs."
 
Erik shook his head and pulled back to look her in her eyes. "No, Christine." He said tenderly, looking into her eyes with such a soft shine in his. "I've never tried to use you. I suppose I did enjoy watching you sing up here and thinking about me being able to do it to. However, my dear, you were always in my day dreams - standing there beside me on the stage singing with me." He tried his best to explain how he felt to her. "I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I've always wished I could be free to do what you can - but I'm satisfied just being able to watch you succeed." He smiled at her and kissed her cheek softly, letting his lips linger on her soft skin.
 
She felt the delightful feeling of his lips on hers and waited for him to let go. "In sleep he sang to me...in dreams he came..." she started walking away from him. "that voice which calls to me...and speaks my name" she searched the air for some unseen voice like so long ago. "..and do I dream again, for now I find..." she found him at last. "the Phantom of the Opera is there...inside my mind." She started off with this melody
 
Erik chuckled a little bit as he realized what song she was singing. He stood behind her and watched as she walked away, seeming to be lost in the moment, in the music, that surrounded them. When she had finished her verse he joined in with the next one. "Sing once again with me - a strange duet!" His voice echoed through the House with an angelic lift to it. "My power over you..." he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back just a few inches against his body, letting his lips get closer to her neck, but not touching. "...grows stronger yet. And thought you turn from me to glance behind...the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind."
 
She smiled and touched his face as she sang her part in this agonizingly short duet. "Those who have seen your face...." she removes the mask and backs away as though she were frightened. " Draw back in fear.. I am the mask you wear..." she threw it aside and held onto him again.
 
Erik smiled at her while she sang - he was far too captivated by her voice and her beauty. All he could do was watch and sing with her. He gladly let her take off his mask and when she held onto him again he placed his forehead on hers and closed his eyes to sing, "it's me they here." When their voices joined in together for the next part Erik felt his heart beating faster. He didn't know if he would ever get over the excitement of them singing together. "My spirit and your voice in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there...inside your mind."
 
Her heart was crazy fast now, almost like a frightened horse. "Your spirit and my voice...in one, combined! The Phantom of the Opera is there...inside my mind." She held her hands to her head as though screaming for demons to leave her alone. She lets go immediately. "Ahhh..." she sings her last part of this song as he commands her to sing for him.
 
Erik held her by the waist from behind, calling out for her to sing as he ran his hands up and down her side. He kissed her neck as she did so, her voice causing him to just want to hold her and never let her go. He wasn't even the one singing those beautiful stream of notes at the end, yet when she finished singing, he had to catch his breath.
 
She gasped for breath when she broke off from the song. "I-I love you, Erik." She reached behind her and caressed her lover's face. "You must think me a child to you. Even when we met, there was almost a decade of years between us like there is now." Turning to face him, she brought her arms under herself and laid against him, mouth open, like a baby in her crib and closed her eyes.
 
Erik held her close his heart pounding in his chest - loud enough, he was sure, that she could hear and feel it. "Darling, you have never been a child to me. You were always wise and mature beyond your years - sometimes I have a hard time remembering there is even the slightest age gap between us." He ran his hands up and down her back slowly. "I love you, Christine." He knew she already knew that he did, but he had to say it - he had to remind her as much as he could so that she would never doubt his sincerity.
 
"I am sure that you do. I share the same feelings for you now, more than ever." She looked up at her lover, her angel, her music teacher, and smiled the warmest smile that she had ever used. She had never even used it on Raoul. "I...I need you, Phantom of the Opera." She cried softly. "Every time we were apart, growing up, I would gradually fall ill." She remembered her infancy. "Every time I would be held by a nurse or someone else, I would pretend it was you to the point where they would isolate me from others. I did not know what you looked like, but I felt as if you were my...this will sound strange...I felt like you were my father, come back to me."
 
Erik nodded, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them and looking into her eyes in the most endearing way - he was telling her he understood. "I don't blame you for thinking that, Christine. In fact, that's my fault - I almost let on to you in a way that...I was pretending to be him. I never meant to try and trick you, believe me, I just wanted to do anything that would make you feel more like...you belonged with me." He shook his head, ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry if I ever got your hopes up and...then I wasn't him." He looked back into her eyes and smiled, hoping she could forgive him. "I respect your father, Christine, even after death. I have to thank him, and your mother, for bringing you into this world. Without them there would be no you, and then my life would be meaningless. Who, knows? I may be dead now if it hadn't been for your kindness that kept me alive all these years." He kissed her lips softly. "I need you too..." He confessed in a soft whisper. "More than you will ever know..."
 

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