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

She pushed him away, frightened out of her mind though he was joking. "Phantom, that is not funny!" Catherine, who was on the bed and frightened, was now getting very nervous. "Papa!"
 
Erik was shocked - he hadn't expected to frighten them. He quit joking right away. "I-I'm sorry, Christine." He turned and saw that Catherine was frightened as well. He shook his head and sighed, disappointed in himself. "I...you know I didn't mean it." He turned back to Christine, worry in his eyes. "Right, Christine?" He placed his hands on her shoulders gently, comfortingly.
 
"I-I'm okay, Papa." Catherine said immediately. Christine was sad now. "Is this particular joke over?" She asked, seriously. "I don't want you to be sad. I want you to be happy, my angel." Christine kissed his neck. "Sing for me, Phantom." Christine felt that this may be the right thing to do, now that the stress of killing had passed. "I miss our duets. We haven't had one in over a week!"
 
Erik cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes, dear. I am sorry for that." He closed his eyes, the hurt starting to leave him when Christine placed her lips on his neck. He opened his eyes again when she asked him to sing for her. He smiled, then began to think of a song to sing. He couldn't think of any of their songs - that were happy and didn't bring back unwanted memories - that they hadn't already sung. "I would be happy to sing for you my darling. However, I wish for you to pick the song - any song you want. I shall sing it with you." He smiled at her.
 
"No, it's fine." She kissed his cheek. "I cannot think of a song either." This broke her heart into pieces. Why can I not think of anything? What's wrong with me? "I just wish for you to be happy and for us to be one." She smiled. "I wish for you to pick the song. I believe I picked last, but I may be wrong."
 
Erik closed his eyes at the warm touch of her lips on his cheek. "I do as well, my darling." He chuckled softly. "Alright, I'll pick a song, but I warn you - it's one we've sang recently." He smiled warmly at her, pausing a moment to look in her eyes - more so 'at' her eyes, which he found so very beautiful - then took her hand. He thought back to the first moment Christine had sung with the new voice he had given her and decided to pick Think of Me. He started to sing softly, "think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while. Please promise me you'll try." The notes were slightly high at some point, causing him to go out of his normal bass sound, but he hit them easily and beautifully.
 
"You sing beautifully for this song, my husband." She kissed his hand, closed her eyes and let his voice consume her. She thought of all of their time together, from her childhood, all the way to when they would be in the ground together. "When you find...that once again you long...to take your heart back and be free...when you ever find a moment...spare a thought....spare a thought...for..." she didn't sing the next word, though she would continue the song after his turn. "Me."
 
Erik closed his eyes and listened to her beautiful voice once again - he would never get tired of hearing it. "We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea. But, if you can still remember, stop and think of me." As he sang all he thought about was Christine and what lay in store for them. However, his thoughts quickly vanished as she began singing again. All he could focus on was her - right here, right now. He placed his lips on her shoulder.
 
"Think of all the things we've shared and seen. Don't think about the way things might have been." She didn't want him to think he was a monster or that she hated him. This song was indeed only a female voice, but something told her that this song meant more than others.
 
Erik wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight, smiling at her as he sang. "Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned. Think of me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do. There will never be a day when I don't think of you!"
 
"Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade..." she got quieter. "They have their seasons, so do we..." she ended her time singing and looked into his beautiful blues. "I give myself to you."
 
Erik looked back into her eyes, understanding and kind. He smiled at her and ran his hand over her shoulder and rested it on the back of her neck before kissing her lips. When he pulled back he whispered, "I love you, Christine. I need you."
 
"I wish to go back to our beginning." She kissed his cheek again. "You were what I looked forward to every night before I slept." She admitted with a blush again. "You were my everything." She teased him. She knew she said were instead of are. "They called me crazy and mad."
 
Erik laughed and teased her with a whisper, "you still are crazy and mad. Now you're just crazy and mad in love." He smiled at her and kissed her again. "At least, I would hope so, considering we're to be married." He chuckled and admitted himself. "I looked forward to you to - everyday of my life I looked forward to seeing, or at the very least, hearing you again.
 
"You are the crazy one..." she moved away, dancing as she went, teasing him. "You were obsessed with my career and tricked a little seven year old girl into believing you to be her father." She laughed as the kids watched, concerned about their sanity. "You have killed to put me on stage."
 
Erik laughed at the kids watching half-disgusted. "I suppose I am..." he joked, standing up and going over to her. "I'm crazy for you." He reached out and took her hand, rubbed it with his, then placed a kiss on it. "That's all it ever was, Christine. I just needed you, wanted you, more than anything else in the world." He didn't correct her last statement, for fear of bringing up horrible memories. He didn't want to remind her that he had killed to put her on stage - some of his biggest regrets he'd ever had in his life.
 
"My love for you is far beyond what any mortal could reach." She continued to dance away like a modern-day schoolgirl running from her crush. "You cannot even reach my physical body." She teased. "You're getting slower and slower with age, darling." She accidentally stepped on a shard from the mirror that had been left on the ground. "Ow!"
 
Erik laughed, slowly coming after her as though he were chasing her down. "Don't you comment on my age, dear." He joked. "You're aging just as quick as me." He didn't mean what he said - she was as beautiful and young as she'd ever been. He stopped teasing when she stepped on a shard of glass. "Christine!" He yelled, going to her and supporting her so that she didn't have to stand on the foot that had been hurt. "Darling, are you alright? Let's sit you down over here." He picked her up in his arms, carried her over, and sat her on a chair near the bed.
 
Lilly, being the caring and kind person Christine and Raoul had raised her to be, was upset that her mother got hurt. "See, I told you that there was still glass on the ground." She jerked her head toward Alistair, who had a guilty expression on his face. He had been responsible for cleaning up the newly broken glass so that Catherine couldn't hurt herself while pregnant. Alistair hugged Christine. "Mommy, I'm sorry..." Christine flinched and nodded. "It's alright, darling boy."
 
Erik patted Alistair on the head. "No harm done, son. Everything will be alright soon." He turned back to Christine, concern in his eyes. "Let me help you with that, darling." He said as he got up and got a clean rag and wet it, plus a clean, dry cloth that could be used for a bandage. He came back to Christine with them. He kneeled at her feet, then took the injured one in his hand. There was still a small piece of glass stuck in her skin, so he pulled it out as quick and painlessly as he could. Then he took the rag and carefully cleaned the wound before wrapping the cut with the cloth and tying it firmly, but not too tightly. He threw the piece of glass out and came back to Christine. "Is that better, my dear?" He said with a smile.
 
She smiled at him when he wasn't looking. He was holding her foot, which, though it felt strange, felt nice as well, for he was helping her bandage her wound. "I am much better now that you're here." She allowed her foot to fall back onto the ground and intentionally fell into the Phantom. "You have saved me, yet again, my sweet prince."
 
Erik held onto her and kissed the top of her head. "All in a day's work, my lady." He joked. "You know," he whispered, "if you're going to hold me like this every time I get you out of a situation, I might start having to cause some more trouble for you once in a while." He chuckled, but he was joking of course. He would never intentionally make Christine's life harder than it had to be. In fact, he wanted to make it much easier for her.
 
"Or, you can just let me do as I please with you." She smiled at him. Catherine had whispered something in her siblings' ears, then turned to her father. "Pere, seeing as Mum can't walk as of late, would you mind helping me tutor your children in a dance?" She asked, standing and making sure that all the glass was gone. "Please, Monsiuer Teacher?"
 
Erik smiled at Christine. "I suppose I will, Christine. I hereby give you permission to do as you wish with your humble slave." He bowed his head to her jokingly, then kissed her lips before turning to his children and standing. "Of course, Catherine. I'd be happy to!" He walked over to them but warned before they started, "however, I must confess I am a far better singer than dancer. You see, I rarely ever had a partner to dance with." He laughed and winked at Christine warmly before turning back to Catherine. "What shall we teach them?"
 
"I know you will be much better than Edward ever was." Catherine corrected Erik. "His problem was that he loved to be in control of his partner." She looked down in a long moment of silence, then back up at him again, taking his left hand and pulling it around her, the other hand was in hers. "Now, I know you are all new to this, but the waltz is fairly simple." She saw that the twins weren't going to make this easy, for they looked disgusted with themselves and each other as the put their hands in the proper position. "One...two...three...one...two.........three." She moved to the time.
 

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