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

"I know for a fact that his daughter is very happy with the way her guardian married ." She leaned into him, and laid her other hand on his chest as she kissed his cheek multiple times. "You take excellent care of his family." She assured him. "I want you to know that I want you and only you, Erik, forever." Someone was behind them, hearing every little thing that Christine said. "How could you love a man that locked you away, when I saved you from him. I raised your children. I gave you my heart. I gave you light. I fetched your scarf from the ocean." Raoul kept listing off the things that he had done for Christine, though she wasn't willing to let go of her husband. "Raoul, what are you doing here?" She was surprised and happy.and upset all in one.
 
Erik was too busy listening to Christine's kind words to notice Raoul's presence. Until, of course, he made himself known with his words. Erik turned, just enough to see Raoul, but did not let go of Christine. However, he didn't force her to him, just held her there comfortingly. "Vicomte..." Erik greeted him with a soft tone, though you could hear the slight hint of hatred within. Then, he answered Raoul's question. "Because I gave her her children. I gave her my heart while still taking care of hers. I gave her music." Erik listed these things off, but knew that there was so, so much more between he and Christine. He just...was unable to put it to words.
 
Raoul scowled at him. "I wasn't talking to you." he stressed that. "I was talking to Christine. She is a woman that can speak for herself without her teacher taking over everything she has." He scoffed. "I will address you when I feel like speaking to a creature." Christine got angry when Raoul said this. Again, she tried to lunge at him, as though she were brainwashed by her husband. At the mention of how much Erik had given to Christine, she felt a surge of warmth and acceptance as she blushed, thankful that her face was half hidden. "Leave him alone, Raoul! I will never go back to you! I am a married woman!" She flung her ring hand in his face. "See?" The vicomte nodded. "I see that, but it is only a ring." Christine was starting to get angrier, until they were stopped by Meg. "De Chagney, please, you are upsetting the whole building. She is married now. Leave her be." De Chagney glared, but had no.choice but to back up.
 
"I know that she can speak for herself!" He practically growled at Raoul. "But I did not wish to make her have to speak to someone as crude as yourself." Though Erik longed to retaliate more, he tried to keep himself calm. He went silent but did not move his glare from Raoul until Christine tried to lunge at the vicomte. Erik held her still, tight to him, hoping that his touch would calm her, even if only enough to keep her away from Raoul. He lowered his head just enough to kiss her forehead, just a quick kiss. Once again, in an attempt to comfort and calm her. Erik couldn't help getting a surge of joy when Meg stepped in and convinced Raoul to back down, at least a little.
 
Again, Christine quieted herself to a low, almost purring sound came over her. She was almost completely sedated. "Raoul, go now." She spoke firmly to the Vicomte. "Leave us alone and don't come back." She kissed Erik in return, trying to affirm that she was alright, but not wanting him to loosen his grip. Part of her wanted it tighter. "I love my husband, Erik, with all of my heart." She told herself. "I chose to remain with him for eternity."
 
Erik continued to hold Christine tightly to him. "There is no use, vicomte. She has chosen now. You must let her go." His words had a slight threat to them, though he kept his tone civil and did not say anything further. He could sense that Christine was calming, and her kiss reassured him that she truly was. And her words. Oh, her words brought that same beautiful, rapid beating to his heart and shimmering light to his eyes. "Oh, Christine." He whispered to her and her alone. "My beautiful Christine, I will love you until the day I die...and then some." Unknowingly, Erik wrapped his arms around his wife even tighter as he waited anxiously to see what the vicomte would do.
 
"She chooses a life of exile and humiliation, then." He mutters calmly. "She will never be accepted in society with a mate such as yourself, you monster." He was disgusted with Christine's choice. "I can give her far more than you can. I can go out into society with my head held high. I can have a superb relationship with Debienne and Poligny. I can make her great." He held out his hand to Christine, who thought about what Raoul was saying, made a motion to move toward him, then retracted her hand. "No, I am happily married. Erik is more than just a teacher now. He is my husband!" She held on tighter than ever. Raoul, knowing that it was no use to separate them, turned around and started walking away. Christine kissed Erik multiple times, as though she were trying to reestablish herself as his woman.
 
Erik felt new wounds opening up at the Vicomte's words. Not that he cared what Raoul thought of him, but it stung because his words were true. How could Christine ever be the woman she so desperately deserved to be while on the arm of a man deemed by society as a monster. A freak. Still, Erik knew that what Christine really needed...was love. And he could give her more than she would ever know what to do with, he was confident in that. And yet, as Christine made a motion to take Raoul's hand, Erik grew frightened that she might actually go off with him again. Knowing that he would not be able to bare such a thing once again, tears started to come to his eyes. Then, she turned back to him. Oh, God, she was going to stay! The words she spoke and the kisses she placed on his lips brought all the confidence back into Erik. He held her tight, then brought his hands to her cheeks and separated their lips so that he could whisper to her. "It's alright, Christine. I know how you feel about me. You need never try to prove it, I promise. You do everyday without knowing. I can see the love in your eyes and that's all I need." Erik placed a soft kiss on her lips.
 
Christine felt so torn between Erik and Raoul, but, she already had so much invested into her relationship with Erik that she couldn't leave the man that inspired her voice. "No matter what, I shall always return to you." She was almost literally in pain when he had dared separate their lips. "We have a family together. They need you so badly. Especially your boys, but, I want my daughters to have their father when I didn't have him." She kissed him again. "Don't let go of me." She gasped for breath as Raoul disappeared. "Never."
 
Erik knew the pain she was feeling. He knew that she still cared for Raoul and that, most likely, her heart was breaking watching the Vicomte go. Erik could not bare to think that his beautiful Christine was in pain, but he could not deny it. However, she was choosing to stay and Erik needed, and wanted, to do everything that he could to heal her broken heart. He needed to be there for her and make up for the love that she felt she was loosing. And Erik was happy to do so. "I love our children so very much. They are my world and I will always be there for them. I know they need their father and I want to be there with them." His words were soft, loving. "But I need to know if you need me as well. I have to know that you want me." Erik pulled her tight to his body as she asked him to not let go of her. He had no plans to do so. After placing another long kiss on her lips, Erik spoke again. "Christine, forgive me. I know my words must make me sound heartless. I know how you still care for Raoul and I understand. I promise you that I truly understand that you cannot just watch him walk away and not feel pain. But, I have to know if there is a chance that one day you will no longer feel any pain because of him. I want to know if it will ever be possible for you to love me and only me. And I say this in the kindest way possible, darling. As I said, I understand that it is not an easy thing to just watch a piece of your life leave. But, you must let me know how to help you through this. I can't bare to see you in pain, angel." Erik's eyes were filled with compassion and sadness. Sadness only because Christine was hurting and he knew it.
 
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Christine allowed him to hold her tighter, for that was what she most desperately wanted. "Erik, bless you so very much for understanding my situation, but there is a reason that I married you and not stayed married to Raoul. I love you so much that it pains me to see you so upset." She squeezed his forearms, letting Erik know that she wanted his hold to be tighter. She wanted to reassure her Phantom of the Opera of her loyalty to him. "Who was there the very day my father fell from his chair into heaven?" She asked him, just to prove how much he meant to her. "Who was there when I was being hurt, emotionally, by those children?" She waited for his answer. Raoul had hurt her. Hurt her son. Her daughter. She still hadn't forgotten that. "Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime." She grinned from ear to ear, craving to prove her loyalty. "Please."
 
Erik happily held tighter to his dearest as she squeezed his forearms, asking him to do so. Placing one hand on the back of her head, Erik gently guided her until her head lay against his chest, at which point he placed a kiss on the top of her head. As he listened to her words, Erik wrapped both of his arms around her again and held her as tightly as he possibly could to his body without hurting her. "I know, my darling. I was there for you then, I am here now, and I will be there for you for the rest of eternity." Erik promised her softly. "My lovely Christine, my beautiful angel, I do love you. And I know you love me just the same. You need never feel that you must prove this to me."
 
She felt his hand apply pressure to her cranium and let it guide her, like it had done so many times before, to his embrace. "I know, dearest heart, but I feel like I owe you more than anything that I could ever truly give you." She argued. "You give me so much and all I've done for you is be here." She placed her left hand on his chest, inches from her face. "I feel as if I owe you more. I want to repay your kindness, Phantom." She used his title like a second name. "Please, let me do so by...." she reached behind him and applied pressure to the back of his neck, forcing his head down a few inches, then, at long last, his lips were meeting hers and she took his coat off.
 
Erik interrupted, only once - when Christine stopped and placed her hand on his chest. "But, my love...that's all I want. All you ever need to do is be here and my world is brighter, my life has been made." He smiled at her as he spoke, hoping that she believed him. Of all the things he ever told her, this was the closest he had ever come to making sense of his emotions and speaking them aloud to her in words. However, she continued. Though, Erik didn't mind one bit. He loved hearing her talk and he longed to hear what she had to say. Then, suddenly, he felt slight pressure on the back of his neck and before he knew it their lips were touching again. This made him smile even more, but then she took his coat off and Erik began to feel all those beautiful sensations that he had not experienced since their wedding night. He guiltily tried to hide those feelings, push them to the back of his mind, but he could not. Erik ran his hands up Christine's back, graced her shoulders lightly with his touch, then allowed his hands to rest on the side of her face as he continued to press his lips to hers.
 
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She could do nothing more out here, on the balcony. "Oh, I love you so very much, my angel of music." She kissed him again and again, not resting and focusing on one spot for long. She had a whole, six foot something tall, close to two hundred pound man to focus on. "Nothing will ever make me regret the choice I made when I said 'I do.'" She kissed him again and again. "Dear, I do not regret any choice that I made for you." She kissed him still. "Please, we must return. We have much to discuss." She had a sly grin on her lips. "Come along." She said, as though speaking to one of her children."
 
Erik was so wrapped up in Christine's kisses. Each one sent a shivering sensation coursing through his body and it took all he had in him not to make audible noises. His eyes closed, he let himself feel the touch of her lips to his skin, but still focus on her words as much as he could. Wrapping his arms around her and puling her tight to him again, Erik stood in silence, unable to move or speak, for she had him paralyzed. It was only when he felt that horrible, agonizing feeling of her lips leaving his skin and not being placed back on it, did Erik have the ability to open his eyes. Swallowing hard, trying to regain his composure, he followed Christine willingly and found himself aching to feel her lips on his again. Though, he did as he was asked. Erik couldn't help smiling at that sly little grin of hers, but behaved himself even after they got inside the building. Though he could open his eyes and move, Erik was still unable to speak. Even if he could open his mouth, he would not have known what to say. There were so many thoughts and feelings rushing around inside of him, everything was a jumbled, blurry mass of nonsense.
 
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She had him. She had him and she knew it very, very well. Taking his hand, she proceeded to pull him through the halls of her home. People would call out to her, something about her missing rehearsal, once again, because she was so wrapped up in the palm of the Phantom's fist. She cared not. Leading him to her dressing room, she stepped through the mirror and lead him down. Down once more. Instead of the first time they ever did this, when he was mesmerizing her with his voice all those years ago. "Phantom, are you alright, darling?"
 
Erik felt the touch of Christine's hand to his and smiled. Her touch was so warm, so delicate. Yet, at the same time, so lovingly firm. Still a mess of thoughts and feelings, Erik hardly heard the people calling to Christine. God, all he could think about was her. He was unable to move his gaze from her, yet somehow he was almost startled - having been lost in thought - by the suddenness of her voice breaking the silence. "What?" Erik's voice was distant, as was the look in his eyes. He was lost in thought, though he had been thinking about Christine, and it took him a moment to bring himself back to reality and register what she had said. "Oh...oh! Yes, yes! I'm just fine, my dear." His voice even sounded as if he were being pulled out of a distant place, then receding back into it. "Yes...just fine, indeed." Erik shook his head and blushed, realizing how ridiculously lost he sounded. God, look at what she does to me! Though, he wasn't complaining at all.
 
She wasn't phased at all as the bright lights and bronze gargoyles and angels came into view. The candles soared above her head as she walked on. "Perhaps you should take your horse this time." She teased. "You look as though you might fall over if you don't." The sound of the steed pawing at the ground with his hooves filled her ears. She heard something that sounded like children. "Oh, my darlings." They were trying to make the beast move. "Come on! Move! We have to find Mama and Papa." Their son's voice seemed to have gotten deeper, more confident. The animal wouldn't move for him. Alistair tugged, the horse would tug back and then he reared. Lilly screamed as she was already on its back. "Alistair!"
 
Erik laughed at Christine's tease, the sound actually bringing him out of his reverie. "Please, Christine, I am quite capable of standing, thank you." He teased her back, then heard the sound of his children just before they came into sight. Erik smiled at their son's attempt to get the horse to move so that they could find their parents. His smile quickly faded though when the horse reared. Erik ran to his son first, knowing that the hooves of the beast were sure to come down near, if not on, him. Pushing him, just enough to get him to safety and away from the animal, Erik threw his hands up in an attempt to bring the horse back down. That's when he realized that Lilly was still on the back of the animal, but it was calming even as he was thinking about just pulling Lilly off. Finally calm, the horse put it's hooves back on the ground and stood still, for the most part. Erik immediately went to his little girl and pulled her off of the horse and into his arms, holding her tightly. What a fright she must have had! "Hush, my dear ones. It's alright now. You're alright." He carried Lilly over to Alistair and hugged his son comfortingly to himself as well. It was only then that he, himself, was shaking from the fear of watching his two children come so close to danger. Erik wasn't sure if his words were only for Lilly and Alistair, or to reassure himself as well.
 
Lilly kept screaming, especially when the shadow of something pushed Alistair to safety. She held tight to the reins on the animal's face, which was part of the reason that the thing calmed down, though most of it was the work of his master. The animal snorted as his feet hit the floor. Lilly cried, especially when Erik wrapped her in his arms. "Oh, Papa! I was so scared! I missed you so much!" She, in turn, held tightly to him. "I'm so sorry, Pere." She felt the Phantom bend down to lift her twin as well. "My children!" The sound of Christine's shoes against the stone made a sound that echoed off the walls, until she grabbed Alistair and held him to her breast. "Oh, God!"
 
Erik allowed Christine to take Alistair, just thankful that they were both alright. "Oh, darling, do not apologize!" He held his little girl close and rubbed her back with one hand, comfortingly. "It is I who should be apologizing. We must have scared you both to death when we were gone for so long!" Erik placed a kiss on Lilly's forehead, doing all that he could to stop her tears. "Please, just don't go near the horse again alone. There is no need to. It's so unsafe to be around a living, breathing animal as big as that. I know you both meant well, but please trust me on this, for your safety." His heart was still racing as he reached over and pet Alistair's head lightly and placed a kiss on the top of his head. "I don't know what I would do if something happened to either of you." The thought threatened to bring tears to his eyes, but Erik forced himself to remember that they were both fine...just fine.
 
Alistair had a guilty expression on his face, for this expedition was all his idea. "Papa, I am sorry." He mumbled, as Christine combed his hair with her fingers. "This was my idea. It was my idea to use your horse." He turned slightly, expecting disappointment to be on the face that would be his in twenty years or so. "I was just trying to let Lilly ride while I pulled him. I'm so sorry." Christine stopped combing, stunned to silence. "You must be careful. This horse is very dangerous." "But, Mama, you rode a horse just like him before." Lilly retorted. "Yes." Christine answered. "But, I had your father at the time."
 
Erik was far from disappointed. He could not have been more proud of his son for wanting to try something such as this. However, it was dangerous. He couldn't allow them to do it again. "Son, it's alright. I understand what you were trying to do. I don't blame you for wanting to do something like this...I only ask that you do not do it again. Not alone, please." He paused, trying to find the right words. "I wouldn't mind normally...if the horse wasn't so dangerous or you weren't alone. But, you must understand that he is, and you were. I am not upset with either of you." Erik assured them with a soft smile. "I only want you to be safe."
 
Christine got up, still cradling her son. "Now, my dears, where is your sister?" The son looked up at the mother, then his sister and pointed at her. "Right there, Mama." Christine chortled with laughter. "Don't be smart with me. Where is your other sister?" Alistair thought about this for a long time, then shrugged. "I'm not sure." Lilly, in turn, kissed Erik's cheek. "She's with the babies and Andrew, Mama. She went to help pick up the chandelier." Christine listened to her daughter's explanation. "She shouldn't be there. They'll see this as her fault." With those last words, she put her son on the horse and made sure that the beast didn't fright by the child on his back. Christine walked him on, down the long trek home.
 

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