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

Christine's mind was whirring. She never once thought that her husband's evil side would rear his ugly head again. Yes, ugly, that's what she truly believed the Phantom of the Opera was. He was lovesick and twisted in every way, fooling a young child into believing that her father had somehow conquered death and would sing her to sleep every night. And, oh, the haunting tunes. The hypnotic melody of Gustav's violin playing post mortem was agonizing to her! Still, she breathed deeply, moaning when her husband had kissed her so delicately, with care! Still, she went along with this rather unfortunate situation. "Just two things: kick and scream." She did just as she promised. "No! I won't go back with you!" She loved this game. "I want freedom!" She couldn't really make any progress with the kicking. "Leave me alone!"
 
Christine's kicking was a surprise to him, although she could do very little what with the small area they were in. Erik let out a laugh that very highly resembled the ones he used to make as the Phantom, when he terrorized the poor souls of the Opera. It was deep and menacing, yet there was a hint of playfulness in it - a sign that Erik was still in control of himself and that there was no real danger. "You will go back with me, Christine. You must. I know you. You won't last a day without me." He lightly grabbed her wrists and held her still, moving himself so close to her that she had no room to kick out at him anymore. "You may want freedom, Christine, but I know there is also something you want just as much, if not more." Without warning, Erik bent foreword and stole a passionate kiss from Christine's lips. "You want me, darling." He finally whispered when he broke the kiss and smiled warmly at her.
 
Still, Christine fought with her husband. She would not allow him to take her back so easily. "That isn't fair!" She moved away from the kiss. "You're cheating! You know that I'll lose control of myself when you kiss me and that's wrong! You'll make me pass out and then you drag me home!" She fought with all her might, though the tease was still there.
 
Erik let out another laugh, softer this time, when he realized what he would have to do. "Alright, my dear, if you want the Phantom - or at least actions that resemble him - you shall get him." Without another word, Erik grabbed Christine, gently of course, and lifted her up into his arms. He could not pull both of them up through the trap door at the same time, so Erik still found himself trapped. He started going over in his mind what he could do, but found no possible conclusion. He decided he might be able to climb out first and then pull her out behind him, but he would only do that as a last resort. Erik didn't want to seem totally barbaric, even if they were only just playing around. "Are you sure you won't come with me willingly? If you love me so much that even my kiss causes you to faint, surely you wouldn't mind coming home with me? After all," Erik spoke as if he were trying to bribe her into this, "I can be quite the loving husband."
 
Christine squeaked as Erik lifted her into his arms. Feeling his hands adjust themselves for a better hold, she smiled at him. "Oh, I can't come with you. I have a date tonight." She whispered in her husband's ear, letting her teeth brush across it. "He'll surely be searching for me, Monsieur Phantom. My husband isn't a patient man." She squinted into the light up above her. "I must go and get dressed." She pointed to a door that would have been well hidden, if the light hadn't cast a shadow on it. "There is a way out. That's the way that any normal person would go out through, especially if their arms were full."
 
"Any normal person, you say?" Erik chuckled and opened the door carefully, with Christine still in his arms. "Oh, but Christine, I am anything but a normal person." Still, Erik vanished through the door with her, leaving poor Meg without a word. In his defense, he was so lost in Christine, an explosion wouldn't have gotten his attention to drift from her. As he carried her through the dark hallway that the door had lead to, Erik grinned down at her beautiful figure. "Now...about this husband of yours. You say he will be searching for you, correct? Well, then, I suppose we will just have to make sure he does not find you." Chuckling, Erik bent down and placed a tender kiss on Christine's jawline. "Then, you can spend your night with me instead."
 
"But, you aren't my husband, Monsieur." She answered, smiling. "You are simply his better half." She heard the door shut behind her and then, silence. "And, I have values. I should never be around any other man other than my husband. I simply cannot be with you." Again, she pushed against his chest. She kicked, she screamed. Then, she stopped. "How strange. He normally comes when I start acting out. Something terrible must have happened to him!" Her face was worried, though, inside, she was laughing. "Oh, God! He's dead!"
 
"His better half?" Erik chuckled from somewhere deep in his throat, causing it to sound a little darker than he had intended. "Ah, I see now. I have an honorable woman here, don't I? A loving, devoted wife that will be quite hard to win over." No matter how hard she fought, Erik did not let Christine out of his grasp. "Sorry, my dear, but I don't believe your husband is coming tonight. I think that, perhaps, he had been apprehended by another, darker person. A Phantom of sorts, I believe is what the rumors are saying." Erik smirked at her, trying hard to suppress his laughter. "However, I believe I can humor you for tonight. If he is indeed dead, then you would be doing him no dishonor. You would be a free woman again." Erik raised his brow teasingly, waiting patiently for her response.
 
Christine clapped her hands over her ears and shook her head. "NO! SILENCE!" She had tears in her eyes now. "No! Enough!" She looked up at the Phantom with a wicked grin. Her beautiful voice carried through the halls and into their home, where their family waited. "Why is Mother saying that Father is dead when he's clearly the one speaking to her?" Lilly asked, then thought about all of this. "Oh!" Her family laughed. "It's alright, dear." Andrew kissed her cheek. "You'll get it soon." Christine continued to fight as little feet pattered along toward them. More than two! This, was actually some time after Andrew's joke. Alistair and Lilly were splashing along, until they got lost. "This way!" Alistair pulled her in the wrong direction.
 
"Enough?" Erik laughed again, still holding her tightly to his body, not letting her escape. "But, my dear, it is only the truth I speak. I beg you to forgive its harshness, but it is true. You wouldn't want me to lie to you, now would you? After all, that is a sin, Christine!" Erik's eyes flashed with playfulness, and then he heard the faint sounds of splashing. "Ah, Christine...I believe I hear your children. They are wondering around in the dark tunnels of the Opera House." Erik shook his head, pretending to be disappointed in her. "My, my. What kind of mother allows her young children run about such a place as this? Surely, it must be dangerous! They could get hurt, you know." He was only teasing, of course. Erik knew his children had a bit of his instincts, as well as Christine's. He was sure they would be just fine. "And I heard from a close friend that you wish to have another. Now, do you think that is wise, Christine?" Chuckling, Erik looked down at her and grinned widely at this.
 
"And, what if I don't choose to forgive you? Will you kill me so that I may return to my Erik?" She questioned, smiling. "Please, you must do this for me!" She squeezed his hand. "Please!" She kissed his hand. "And, my parenting is nothing that you must worry yourself over. They are indeed older in the mind than in the body. They are certainly alright." She thought about this last question. "How many children that I choose to bear is not your decision. It is completely mine and Erik's!" She placed her lips on the mask.
 
"I am sorry, Christine, but I cannot kill you. I could never harm such a beautiful woman...that would be a sin as well. Oh, to think of killing you though! It purely disgusts me. No, I cannot kill you. And I certainly would not do it to reunite you with your oh-so-wonderful Erik." Erik spat out his name as if it were not his own, as if it were utterly repulsing. With a chuckle, Erik found himself falling into a daze. He knew for sure it was brought on by her kisses to his hand and then, his mask. The poor man was starting to loose himself again and began to fall flat with his tease. "And just how many children do you and this Erik intend on having?" With his eyes shimmering, Erik looked down on her with knowing eyes and a raised brow. He patiently waited her answer in anticipation. He was curious as to how she would answer this one in particular.
 
She reluctantly took her lips away from him. Her eyes watering still, from the false tears, she laid her head against his chest. "I'm not certain." She came up with an even better question. "How many do you believe you would want if Erik were gone?" She placed her kiss on his chin, not wanting to have his lips just yet. After all, she was a married woman. Kissing another man would be an even greater sin. " She felt little hands take hers, just to realize that it was her little boy's. "Oh, stop it, Phantom." She backed off. "We have company and you aren't helping by teasing me with your precious lips."
 
Erik went weak at her kiss, wishing that he could have her lips but not wanting to give in so early. "How many would I want?" He repeated the question softly, as if he were trying to remind himself of what she had said. "Well, I'm not particularly fond of the little rascals," Erik lied, teasingly. "However, I suppose I would get used to them after a while. How many would I want, though? Well, I'd have to say about as many as we could get in before we've gotten too old." With a laugh, Erik finally released Christine form his grasp. However, he didn't let her go without placing a kiss on her lips. It was then that he realized their son was watching. "Oh! Uh..." Erik cleared his throat nervously, his cheeks turning red. "You should really stop wandering around these passages. You never know what could be lurking, boy." He teased, hoping to brush past that he had just kissed Christine.
 
Christine felt his moist lips on her own and giggled. "I'll admit, you're very kind. Much kinder than I thought you would be, compared to my husband." She laughed. "Especially his stranger half." She couldn't take her eyes from the man, even after their children came for them. "Mama!" Lilly hugged Christine's dangling arm. "I thought you got hurt!" Christine sighed. "Your father's little friend wouldn't harm me." She smirked at Erik. "Would you?"
 
Erik chuckled at Christine's words. "You see, my dear? I told you that I could be loving. You must learn to give people a chance, Christine. A chance to prove themselves." That's when Lilly came running up to them and Erik let out another laugh. "No, I would most certainly not, Christine. How could I ever do such a thing?" Kneeling down to his little girl, Erik held out his arms to her. "Come here and give your Papa a hug. He has missed his little ones." Erik smiled, still feeling drawn to Christine.
 
Christine also smiled at this. "Oh, you're so very correct, dearest love. I am the one at fault here." She moved away, so that the twins could obey their father. Though, they did not. They stood there, staring at each other, as if in some secret code. They broke their gaze and shouted. "Get him!" They tackled him to the ground. "Father, you must spend time away from Mama and more time at home! We're locked up all day and we haven't seen the surface since your wedding!"
 
Erik waited for his children to come to him, still kneeling on one knee with his arms open wide to them. He thought it was rather suspicious that they did not come to him, but even more so that they were staring at each other. What in the world? Have they gone mad? Erik joked to himself in his own thoughts. However, he didn't get to process what was going on because by the time they had shouted 'get him' they were already tackling him to the ground before he could react. Erik let out a yell that seemed to be mixed with laughter as he was sprawled out on his back and held to the ground by his children. "Spend time away from your mother? What on Earth..." A tease came to him. "You know what...that sounds like a wonderful plan, actually." With another bout of laughter from Erik, he wrapped one arm around each child and forced a kiss on their foreheads, just incase they tried to fight it. "I can't have my little ones locked up all day! How terribly cruel of me! We must go out and do something, something enjoyable!" Then, Erik whispered something to Lilly and Alistair that was still loud enough for Christine to hear. "Although, if I'm honest...it was all your mother's fault. You must tell her to stop hypnotizing me with her immense beauty. Then, perhaps, I won't be distracted from my lovely children."
 
Christine watched this, grinning like a Cheshire cat in that period of time. She knew what her babies were up to, but didn't spoil the surprise. Not that she had time to, however, for the little boy and girl already had her husband, their father pinned to the ground. "Gotcha!" They scream, each wrapping their bony arms around his muscular neck. "You're coming home and taking us into the sun whether it suits you or not!" They each took a hand and yanked their father along the passage. "These lonely days underground are torture to the mind if we have nothing to do all day." Alistair pointed out what their father had promised earlier. "You said that we could get stuff to play with, Father." Lilly agreed. "You said that you had a lot of birthdays to catch up on." Christine shook her head. "You greedy little brats." Both children looked at her, glaring. "We aren't brats, we're bored!"
 
Erik let out what resembled a yelp of surprise as his children yanked him along down the passageway back home. Then, a booming laugh erupted from him as his children reminded him of his earlier promise. "I...well, I suppose I did say that. Still, your mother is right. You're supposed to love your parents more than toys! Aren't we enough for you?" Erik teased them, then glanced at Christine and whispered playfully. "See? This is your fault. It was you that raised them to behave in such a way." He scoffed and shook his head. "I cannot believe you, Christine. I thought you would have taught them that love and affection is more important than material things." With a laugh, Erik stepped back into a burst of light that was their home. It seemed rather bright, despite being darker than the world above, due to the near-pitch-black of the passageway they had just left.
 
Christine blushed her embarrassment. "Well, I know, but I highly doubt that they could find something to entertain themselves. They're only children." She smiled at a certain thought. "Would you rather them mud wrestle for the rest of their lives?" She followed the queue into the light of her underground home. "It would get boring after a while." The twins looked up into their daddy's eyes. "You promised!" They cried. "We won't get much, we swear! We'll never ask for anything ever again!" Alistair thought of the perfect play thing. "Papa, can we get a dog?!" Lilly's eyes were huge now.
 
As Christine had gone on about mud wrestling, Erik had grown more fond of the toys the more he thought about it. However, now that the children wanted a dog, he was thinking that perhaps mud wrestling wasn't such a bad idea. Letting out a chuckle, he turned to Christine as if searching for help for an answer to this request. "Uh...well, children, I don't know." Erik scratched the back of his neck and furrowed his brows, thinking hard. He had never had a dog before, but why should he deprive the children of one? Shouldn't all kids have a pet at least once? This would make them happy after all and they certainly had the room for one. "Well...I suppose so," Erik gave in, smiling down at his twins warmly. "Only!" He held up a hand to stop their excitement before it started. "Only if your mother agrees." Erik looked at Christine with a sly grin that said 'alright, Mama, you get to be the deciding factor. What's it going to be?' Oh, Erik could be evil sometimes.
 
The children's full attention went to Mummy, as though this was their last hope at happiness. Both now on their knees, they crawled that way and each took one Madame Destler's hands. Christine leered at Erik, as if to say "I'll kill you for this." They looked up at her with big, puppy dog eyes and a quivering lip. "Please?!? We'll never ask for anything else!" Lilly begged, followed by her brother, who listed off what they would do with said dog. "We'll feed him, play with him, bathe him, clean up after him, walk him..everything!" He wrung Christine's hand. "Please!" Still, Christine didn't leave her Erik's gaze. "Fine, but you have to get a little one. Your brother and William are too little for a big dog. And, they tend to live longer." She added, as an.after thought. "Yippee!" They ran around the home, exclaiming their joy to the world. "Yay!"
 
Erik let out a silent chuckle, finding it hard to not look away from Christine's glare that seemed to be cutting into his very soul - though, he found it hilarious. As the children were begging Christine, Erik couldn't help but teasingly mouth the words 'I love you' to her, knowing he would be in trouble for this later. When Christine agreed, as Erik very much expected her too - after all the pressure was all on her - he clapped his hands together. "Alright, I suppose it's settled then!" He had to practically shout the words to get the attention of the children who were yelling and jumping for joy. "What do you say we go out and find us a dog, then, eh children? Oh, and by the way...if you're ever asked - remember, your father is the best Papa in the world, right?" Erik jokingly answered for them. "Right. Now, shall we be on our way?" He asked, more so to Christine, reaching for his coat.
 
Christine stepped on his foot and then sat herself in his armchair. "There's no way I'm going to help you out with this. I won't do it. I won't come." She smiled, thinking of the perfect escape when her husband had left to make a decision that would ruin their lives, she was certain. But, while he was still there, she fed her little Johnny, watching the twins help each other into their coats. "Come on!" They went toward the secret passage, not wanting to get wet. "We'll take the.corridors this time." Ali suggested. "This'll be so much fun!"
 

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