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

Erik thought for a moment of this fake girls name, then looked back at Christine and smiled as he placed a quick kiss on her lips. "I have forgotten." He laughed before thinking of when they could sing again. "Well, dearest, is the House not empty now? If it is, I say we go straight away."
 
She laughed as well. "Exactly, you shall remember the name of no other woman besides me and your children. You will call no other woman's name and have no other woman at night." She kissed him. "Come, your premiere performance awaits you." She smiles. "Should we be alone again?" She was studying their children.
 
"My, you are selfish, Christine." He said with laughter on his breath, referring to her 'no other woman' talk. "You want me all to yourself. You know, you aren't very good at sharing, are you?" He teased before she kissed him again. Erik stood, helping her to her feet, then thought about the children. "I don't know..." he whispered to her, "would you like to be alone?" He smiled at her. "I, for one, could enjoy the privacy for once. I dare say, I'm getting sick of you kids around all the time." He joked, knowing that it was just the opposite.
 
"Neither are you." She teased. "Gustav Daae's violin still hasn't been found and returned to me." She laughed as his arms wrapped around her neck. "So, are we going or are we going to stay here with nothing to do but sing all day?" She kissed him. "Or, something else I'd rather not mention among virgin ears."
 
Erik cleared his throat, pretending to be nervous. "About that..." he started, talking about the violin, but he didn't finish. When she asked him if they were leaving or staying his eye brightened. "Well...I don't know, Christine, that second option sounds like a bit of fun to me." He kissed her neck, but was only joking - which was only apparent when he pulled his lips away and started laughing. "Alright," he said, holding out his arm for her to take, "let's be off, then."
 
She walked toward her beloved spotlight with him. "You shall tell me the location of my father's violin and return it to me, if possible, right?" She wanted to believe that he had the instrument with him. As he kissed her neck, she couldn't help but fall slightly limp at this touch. "Your lips are like a poison to me." They had reached the darkened stage. "Madame Giry is letting us use her stage when its not being used."
 
Erik looked at Christine, a little hurt that she thought he would keep something secret from her. "Of course, my darling." He assured her. "I've had it all along. I promise I wasn't keeping it from you, merely keeping it safe. But, I shall give it to you immediately upon returning home, if that's what you wish." Erik smiled at her, reassuring her that his words were true, as he followed her to her spotlight. He placed another kiss on her cheek. "I'm glad to hear you say that," he confessed. "I thought I was the only one who felt that way about another's kiss." He chuckled a bit, knowing how he felt about her and how she felt about him. "Madame Giry is very generous. I'll have to thank her for this as well, when I see her again." He looked out into the rows upon rows of seats and smiled again. This view never ceased to amaze him.
 
"My love, this is your big debut!" She hugged him. "Isn't it amazing? You get to be on stage for the first time in forever!" She pulled away from him and started dancing an old routine that she had to learn as a chorus girl. "This is so fun!" She continued to spin. Soon, she stopped and fell on her hind end. "Oh, dear." She giggled. "Very well, shall we begin?"
 
Erik relished her hug, as he relished her every touch. "It is, my darling. Truly amazing..." He watched her begin to dance around, giddy as a schoolgirl, and his heart fluttered. Erik loved watching her dance, almost as must as he loved listening to her sing - she was always so good. When she fell, he ran to her and reached his hand down to help her up. Noting that she was alright, he smiled and did not worry for her. "Yes, let's." Erik felt himself getting excited, ready to sing with her this song once again, here - on this stage. He could hardly contain himself.
 
"Of course, I do have one teeny, tiny....surprise." The lights lit up and one could see the audience forming inside the room. "Surprise, my darling. I know how much you've always craved your audience, captive or not." She got closer and closer with each word until, finally, she was laying on his chest while standing up. "Almost as much as I've craved to catch a glimpse of you as a little tot, but you were always frightened enough to keep yourself from being seen." She listened for his song again.
 
Erik stood frozen where he stood. The lights blinded him momentarily, but after blinking several times he could see the audience sitting out in front of them. He was stunned into silence for moments and did not speak until she was lying against his chest. "Christine..." he finally whispered, amazement in his voice, "how did you..." his words were cut of by his own thoughts, turning around in his mind. He held onto her, joy erupting from deep within him. "Thank you," was what he managed to say finally. "This means the world to me." Looking out at all the unfamiliar faces, he looked down at Christine again. "I fear we have kept them waiting, my dear. Shall we begin?" He smiled at her, his teeth flashing.
 
She grinned. "My love, you deserve it." She felt giddy again. "Very well, maestro, apre vu." She told him, indicating that he should begin and she would come in when it was her turn. She began to dance, unaware of her lover, just like twenty years ago. She was dancing with her fellows, ignoring him.
 
Erik watched her dance, and quickly assumed character - that he hardly needed to work to do. When the musical cue came for him to begin - one he remembered very well - he did. "You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent. Silent." He wandered around the stage slowly, semi-following Christine, keeping his eyes on her at all times, finding that he couldn't look away from her if he wanted to. "I have brought you that our passions may fuse and merge. In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me. Now you are here with me, no seconds thoughts. You've decided. Decided." He let his voice fade out, then when the music came more powerfully, so did his voice. It boomed and echoed throughout the House as their actions, and his words got more intense. "Past the point of no return, no backward glances. Our games of make-beleive are at an end. Past all thought of 'if' or 'when', no use resisting. Abandon thought and let the dream descend." Erik's heart started to race as he felt himself truly feeling the words. "What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks it's door? What sweet seduction lies before us?" He hissed his 's' and smiled at Christine before continuing with the music, his voice much softer and more seductive. "Past the point of no return, the final threshold. What warm, unspoken secrets will we learn beyond the point of no return?"
 
As her Erik sang his song, Christine's fellow dancers disappeared during this act, pretending to be frightened. When he reached the the line of " our games of make believe are at an end" she felt these words to be true. She wasn't a child any longer. He told her that there was no use resisting, so, as he got to that line at first, she struggled until he soothed her. Upon hearing of fire and souls, she felt weak again as closed her eyes and let him do to her what he wanted, now that his hand was around her neck."You have brought me to that moment when words run dry"


To that moment when speech disappears into silence, silence


I have come here hardly knowing the reason why


In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining" she hugged him to her.


"Defenseless and silent now I am here with you


No second thoughts, I've decided, decided" she kissed him.
 
Erik held her close to him, his one hand around her neck which he slowly moved down to her shoulder. He had his lips close to her neck as she sang, but did not kiss her. When she turned and hugged him close to her, Erik felt his heart lurch foreword in his chest. Christine's words of passion spoke to him, and when she kissed him, he longed to hold her there and not let go. However, he did let her go so that she could continue.
 
She felt all her passion for the Phantom escape her now. She needed him now more than ever, especially since she was too lost in the moment, that she forgot her lines. "Oh, my dear Teacher, I have failed you and all of your teachings!" She whispered, so as to not let on her huge mistake, but she could have sworn that it was Erik's turn, though she may have been incorrect. "My dear angel of music, please, o need your assistance!" She was starting to panic right there.
 
Erik held her close and whispered back. "You have not failed me, you have been human." He whispered the next lines in her ear, playing it off to the audience as though he were whispering sweet sentiments for every now and then he would place a kiss on her ear. "Past the point of no return, no going back now. Our passion-play has now, at last, begun."
 
She collected herself once more as her little ones appeared in the rafters above them, each with apples and bread on their person. "Past the point of no return, no going back now


Our passion play has now at last begun


Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question


How long should we two wait before we're one?


When will the blood begin to race


The sleeping bud burst into bloom?


When will the flames at last consume us?" When she got to those last few lines and fell 'asleep' in the Phantom's arms and the fake flames got bigger, surrounding them. Alistair dropped his apple in surprise and it hit his father in the back of her head. (Uh oh...busted. lol)
 
Erik was too distracted by Christine to notice the children in the rafters above. When he felt the apple hit the back of his head, he looked up, surprised to see his children there. Fear went through him for a moment, the height that his children were at bothering him. Erik made it up in his mind that he would have a chat with them about this later, but for now he went on, ignoring the pain in the back of his head. Though, he had to hide his smile for that did make him want to laugh. He figured the audience must be getting quite the chuckle out of it too. Nevertheless, he continued singing with Christine. It didn't take him long to get back into the song, for she was as beautiful as ever in this light and he yearned for her as they sang together at last. "Past the point of no return, the final threshold. The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn. We've past the point of no return." Erik ran his hands along her waist and up her stomach as he placed his lips close to her neck once again.
 
As the song came to a close, Christine was almost glad that the curtains were closing. She had to get up into those rafters with her three, now, four, babies. " What were they thinking?" She asked as she lifted her skirt and stepped up and up and up until she met the children half way. "Catherine Elizabeth Daae!" She was angry that she had risked her child's life to see the performance. Catherine sighed as she held the sleeping infant.
 
Erik went off the stage, following behind Christine a little ways back because she had left before he and was moving faster. "Christine!" He called after her, but she was on a mission, he realized, and was not listening. He finally met them all halfway, just in time to hear Christine giving Catherine the devil. Erik placed his hands comfortingly on her shoulders and rubbed her back to hopefully calm her. "Christine, hush now. It's alright. Luckily, no one was hurt. However," he looked at the children, "your mother is right. You scared us half to death. It's very dangerous up here." He was thinking back on a time when he had used the rafters for a much more evil purpose. "Any of you could have fallen easily." He rubbed the back of his head. "Speaking of falling...that apple really hurt." He couldn't contain his laughter at how amusing a sight that must have been to see.
 
Catherine would have given anything to sink through the floor and disappear at the use of her full name. "Mama, please, there wasn't room anywhere and we had special backstage passes." She smiled carefully, not wanting to arouse her mother's anger further. "Even so, that was dangerous and someone could have been hurt. You are a mother now so you cannot be thinking of only yourself now." She calmed as she was massaged. Alistair felt the same as his sister. "My palms were sweaty when Mother forgot the song. It just slipped." He hid as well, leaving his twin wide open.
 
Erik shook his head in disappointment at their carelessness. "I am disappointed in you children. However," he added, his mood lightening, "I cannot be angry with you for wishing to see the show. All your mother and I want is for you to be safe, and we ask you not to do this again." He paused and looked at them. Erik saw the guilt in their eyes, and it hurt him to be stern with his children. He softened his voice before he spoke again. "Alright. What's done is done. It's in the past - done and over with." He smiled at them. "Let us go home now."
 
Carrying her precious cargo in her arms, Catherine led the way down the stairs. "You're my wonderful, beautiful baby William." She cooed in the infant's ear, careful to watch her step as she finally made it to solid ground. She had to hurry and get home, for he was starting to get hungry. "For what it's worth, I thought you were amazing, Mama." Lillith held onto Christine's skirt. "I love your passion when you sing and I hope to be just like you some day!" She giggled as she found the trap door leading to home.
 
Erik followed behind the group, making sure that none of the others lost their footing and fell. He listened to the chatter of his loved ones ahead of him and smiled. Hearing Lilly's comment he called up to her as they all headed through the trap door. "You will be, my dear!" Then, he added with a smile, "if you keep practicing." Erik chuckled at the simplicity of it all - how his life was starting to calm and they were beginning to act like a normal family. Well, a normal family that lived under and Opera House.
 

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