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

Erik listened to her criticize him. "Uh huh..." He raised one brow at her, glaring, but could not hold it for long. Erik ended up smiling at her. "Good Lord, you're a pushy one. Aren't you?" He mumbled under his breath teasingly. Because of her comment, he took an extra long time fixing his hair, adjusting his mask - all things unnecessary for singing, but he made an excuse for them. "I want to look just like I did when we first sang this." He said as he combed his hair back, smiling at his tease. "It helps me well, you know, get into character." Laughing, he stood at last. But took an extra long time clearing his throat. Clapping his hands together he grinned at her - knowing how mean his tease was. "Alright, let's do this. Word to the wise, my dear." He whispered to her. "Don't take so long getting ready next time. It just kills the mood." Holding his laughter, he truly started to sing this time, channeling the same anger he had the first time he saw the vicomte with Christine. "Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory!" He took the photo from Christine's hands again, a smirk on his face as he pretended to destroy it, though he did not. "Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!" Erik returned the photo to her, unharmed.
 
Right, Get into character...she thought to herself. Rolling her eyes as he sang, she pretended to be readying herself to go out like she did years ago. "Oh, you'll have to live with that. I'm soon to be your wife, so, you must take everything that comes with marriage." She kept adjusting her hair. When he finally started singing and she realized that she had been caught with Raoul and was now being scolded, she stopped messing with her hair. "Angel, I hear you. Speak, I listen. Stay by my side. Guide me." She stared at the far wall, believing him to be there. "Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me. Enter at last, Master." She didn't move her gaze from the wall.
 
A smile formed on his lips as he sang, listening to her words of marriage and everything that comes with it. When she started singing, Erik felt his heart leap in his chest - he had almost forgotten how beautiful her voice was, how happy it made him feel to hear her. "Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide." Coming up behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders, and - as a bonus - massaging her shoulders slightly, he continued his verse louder now. "Look at your face in the mirror. I am there inside!"
 
She had indeed turned her face toward the mirror. It was hard to concentrate on their music with him treating her in such a manner. "Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory." She stood up and walked toward the mirror. "Angel of music, hide no longer. Come to me, strange Angel." She now was feet away from the magic portal.
 
Erik removed his hands from her, letting her walk towards the mirror, to which he followed. Standing behind her, he looked into her eyes, through the mirror, and placed his hands back on her shoulders, but that was all he did. Smirking at her through the mirror he finished, "I am your angel of music...come to me, angel of music..."
 
She blindly stepped through the portal, looking left and right to make sure that he was following her. "In sleep he sang to me...in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me...and speaks my name. And do I dream again, for now I find... the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind." She followed him down the stairs toward home, for their time was up. The children would probably want a full reenactment anyhow, from the mirror, to her fainting in their father's strong and warm embrace.
 
Erik took her hand in his, leading her down to their home in almost the exact same way as before. "Sing once again with me, a strange duet! My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me to glance behind...the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside you mind." He looked back at her, grinning, leading her down even further.
 
"Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear..." she stopped walking as soon as she sang this, as though she were really frightened. "I am the mask you wear..." she couldn't take her eyes from him, even though he would frequently take his from her to watch where he was going.
 
"It's me they hear." He joined in after her, grinning as he rowed the boat to their home. Erik could almost feel her eyes on him, and he had a strong desire to watch her as well, which was why he kept turning back every now and again to look at her. He smiled as he joined his voice with hers again, loving each and every time he got to do this part. "My spirit and your voice, in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind."
 
She smiled at him, the biggest one she had in a long time. "Your spirit and my voice, in one, combined! The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind!" As they stepped into the boat and took their natural positions, she waited for him to chime in. Again, she leaned back against his knees, taking in his musical spirit. Chuckling to herself, she distinctly heard the twins argue. "They're back!" Ali screamed his delight, then his sister slapped her hand over his mouth. "Hush! Don't ruin this!" She almost begged him. The boy nodded. Andrew lifted the gate for them, Jonathan in his arms.
 
Erik kept rowing, his eyes shinning as Christine smiled at him - she looked happier than he had seen her in so long, and it made him joyful, in turn. As they passed through the gate Erik couldn't help smiling at the twin's petty arguing. Focusing back on Christine he started commanding her to sing as the boat stopped and he got out, turning around to help her out of the boat as well.
 
The boat jerked to a stop, but Christine did not move for a while, until she was good and ready. "You see, this is why I love singing with you." She grinned. "It brings back such fond memories of us,...before these little monsters came along!" She tackled her son and started tickling him. Alistair enjoyed this and couldn't help laughing. "Ruin our singing, will you?" She playfully growled. "You'll pay for that. You're grounded from singing lessons for a week." She chuckled. Alistair still didn't stop laughing. "N-Not my f-fault!" His voice was high pitched now.
 
Erik grinned as Christine tackled their son and started tickling him. He was laughing himself, just watching the poor boy. Plus, seeing Christine like this admittedly stirred something in Erik's heart - the scene was almost too precious to watch and not wish to 'awe' over. "Oh, you've done it now!" Erik teased Alistair over his own laughing. "You're done for, son." He said, looking down at the boy who was laughing himself silly. "There's no way out for you." Erik couldn't contain his laughter.
 
Lillith wrapped herself in a hug and laughed as she watched her brother get punished. "You're not getting away so easily, sweet girl." Christine left Alistair, who was now on the ground, laughing. She then went for her youngest daughter. "See what happens when you interrupt Mommy and Daddy?" She released Lillith quickly, after a kiss on the cheek. "Now, the next time we sing, do not interrupt." She smiled at the twins' heads as they bobbed up and down. "Now, Erik, what do you wish for now?"
 
Erik watched the three of them, a warm smile on his lips. He was drug from his thoughts by Christine's question, to which he turned to her, paused for a moment to think about what she had said, then answered. "Well..." Erik began slowly, looking down at Alistair and Lilly. "Gee, I don't know, Christine." He began teasing. "If that's what the punishment is around here from now on...I don't know that I want to risk doing anything wrong." Chuckling, Erik looked back up into Christine's eyes.
 
"I should hope so." She walked toward him with a sly grin upon her lips. "You were a little pitchy just then." She indicated the boat. "Maybe you should take a break from singing. You're ruining that exquisite voice that taught me everything I know." She winked at him. "How could you?" Now inches from her fiance, she hovered over his lips. "Or, for your punishment, you don't enjoy marital affairs." She chuckled softly. "But, don't worry, I won't go without them." Her grin told him that this was still a tease. "I have a man to fall back on."
 
"Oh, I was pitchy?" Erik laughed and stared back at Christine as she got closer to him. Admittedly, her wink did strange things to his pulse, but he held her gaze, a grin on his lips - which were now very close to Christine's. However, he just smiled back at her, refusing to kiss her, but also not moving his lips away. "And is that my punishment? That is completely unfair!" Erik teased her back. "I'm going to have to warn this gentleman friend of yours about your complete lack of commitment. We wouldn't want him suckered into something he's going to regret later." He still had to force himself not to kiss her, though the temptation was great.
 
"I suppose, Master, that you are correct." She teased. "For once. I know for certain that it was not I that was pitchy. Your age must be finally catching up with you, sir." She felt the warmth of his breath and backed away. "What is that smell?" She held her nose, still teasing. "You really should shower every once in a while." She was hoping that he would, for she had another tease up her sleeve that she hoped would not scare him, or, perhaps, maybe she wanted that. She wasn't sure.
 
Erik laughed as she backed away, shaking his head. "You tease me! I do so shower, quite frequently. You," he said, pointing a finger at her, "are just never around when I do!" Yet, he still turned and went towards the shower. "But, if you're hell-bent on making me shower, then I shall!" He threw his hands in the air, pretending to be exasperated and sighed. "Anything for my beautiful angel." He grinned innocently at her before grabbing a change of clothes and heading off to shower. Within a few moments the water could be heard.
 
Sweet Christine put on a mischievous smile and waited until the water could be heard. She then hugged and kissed everyone and snuck away from her makeshift prison, promising to stay away and make the Phantom search for her. She couldn't find a proper spot to hide, but had to make due with Meg's room. He would never look there. She told her friend to stay quiet and hide her.
 
Erik finished showering, dressed completely, and came out of the bathroom about forty minutes later. What he saw, or rather, didn't see, when he came out surprised him at first. "Where's your mother?" He asked the children, his brows furrowed in confusion, though he was calm...so far.
 
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They had tried their best to keep straight faces. Especially his first boy. "This...mother, was it?" He laughed. "Could you describe her for us?" Meg looked slightly frightened, for she didn't want to get caught aiding and hiding a fugitive opera student. "Are you quite certain that he is alright with you playing this game with him? You aren't acting professionally, Christine." Meg argued. "Please, just hide me and swear not to tell." Meg sighed, finally giving in. "Oh, alright! Just this once." She helped her hide in the upper shelves of a closet.
 
Erik rolled his eyes at his son's comment, but he still had a smile on his face. "Come, now." Erik wasn't quite panicking, because Alistair seemed to be alright. Perhaps Christine had just gone out for a walk or some such activity. "Why don't you tell me where she is?" He raised an eyebrow at his son, smiling. "I'll be indebted to you."
 
"Because, Father, Christine Daae is a grown woman that can come and go as she pleases and doesn't require her music master's permission to go out on her own." Catherine rolled her own eyes as she fed not only her baby, but her infant brother as well. "She'll come back when she's ready." Andrew immediately felt some sort of tension in the room and took the hands of Alistair and Lillith and backed off. "You don't control her anymore." Catherine finished.
 
Erik was stunned by his daughter's words - the smile went from his face, and he felt himself getting a little heated up. "I never said she needed my permission to go anywhere." He said curtly, feeling a bit hurt that his daughter would say something like that to him. "I would just like to know where she's going." Feeling a little worried, and still stinging from Catherine's words, Erik left their place to hunt for Christine. Making his way up the stairs, trying to dispel Catherine's words from his mind, he started searching for Christine all over the opera.
 

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