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

Christine felt so awful, screaming out to God for death, and even more so when Erik took her in his arms. She had hurt him! Hurt him terribly! "Erik, I do not deserve you! I don't deserve you or my family or my life at all!" She laid against his chest, careful not to get the snot that was dripping down her front all over his shirt. She looked like the complete opposite of the beautiful Christine that everyone knew. "Something that was meant as a joke turned into a nightmare!"
 
"No, Christine...don't say that." Erik's heart was breaking with each tear his beautiful Christine shed. From his pocket he produced a handkerchief that he used to gingerly wipe Christine's face of the many fluids. When he was satisfied that he had gotten everything, he tossed the fabric away and pulled her tight to him again, wiping her fresh tears away with his thumb. "Christine, I love you more than life itself. My world would end without you, darling. You deserve all the happiness in the world. I was hurt, Christine, that's all. But how can I blame you for being in love? I can't, Christine. No matter what, I can never be angry with you. I love you. I just want you to be happy. Forgive me. Forgive what I said, please." Erik begged her as he placed kisses all along the top of her head, her forehead, and what he could get of her face.
 
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Christine took what her husband said to heart. She felt so badly for hurting him that she had to do something before things got out of hand. "Erik, kill me. Kill me now!" She took the very same knife that he had asked her to use on him many years ago and gave it to him. "Erik, please. We'll be together forever and no one will stop us!" The twins heard their mother talk of killing herself and immediately started screaming as they rushed over. "Mommy, no!" They were shaking. "Who'll tuck us in at night and sing us to sleep? Who will be there when we get cuts or bruises?" Christine couldn't take much more. "I'm sorry, I can't do this!"
 
"No, Christine!" Erik yelled through the tears in his eyes as she forced the knife into his hand. As the children came running over, Erik did everything in his power to get them to move away. He didn't want them to see their mother like this. "Hush, now, my dears." He whispered, shakily. "Go...go over with Catherine and Andrew. Go on, everything will be alright. Go." Erik begged them before turning back to Christine. "Christine I am not going to hurt you. I would sooner kill myself than hurt you." he threw the knife away from both of them and held her tightly. "I love you, Christine. I'm begging you- stop this nonsense of wanting to die. If you were to die, I would follow soon after, Christine. I can't live without you." Erik wept as he held her close, as if willing strength back into her. "Please, Christine. Please...we needn't die in order to be together forever, to be happy."
 
Christine stayed where she was, with her children wrapped around her. "Erik..." That was when Erik asked the boy and girl to leave them. With snotty, puffy faces themselves, Alistair and Lillith ran to cry at their sister's feet. Christine still couldn't understand why Erik loved her so much, but wouldn't let the fact that Erik was willing to let her in bypass her. "Oh, my Romeo!" She exclaimed, yanking the man into a hug. "You're absolutely correct!"
 
Erik was so thankful for her embrace, that he wept harder. His tears of joy rolled of his cheeks and onto Christine, he was sure, but that was the least of his worries. "Christine! Oh, thank you, God!" Erik cried, so glad that she seemed to be over wanting to die. "Thank you, Christine. Oh, thank you. I love you so much. So, so much." He cooed into her ear, placing kisses on every exposed piece of skin that he possibly could. "Please...oh, please don't scare me like that again." It was then that Erik realized he was trembling and his heart was palpitating abnormally.
 
Christine gladly allowed Erik to explore her flesh as he pleased. "Erik, I could never leave you, whether it be from this building or in death. I wouldn't even consider such an awful thought ever again." She wept onto his shoulder. "Never! You have no need to worry about me anymore!" She took his hands and kissed them all over. "These hands are beautiful artworks that must stay radiant as long as they can." She pulled him toward the curtained, empty bed. "Please, let me prove my loyalty to you, Erik. Let me prove that, even when you're out of my sight, I still breath your warmth."
 
Erik believed her. Oh, he believed her with every fiber of his being. How could he not, after what he had just witnessed? After he heard her speak those beautiful words with such a loving sincerity behind them. Erik continued to hold her tightly, kissing her, as she wept onto his shoulder. He didn't stop until she stood and pulled him over to the bed, which he happily obeyed. Holding open the curtains for her, Erik did not wait until they were in bed to start lavishing her with kisses once again. He kissed her with such a burning intensity that he had to force himself to slow down - for fear he might hurt her by being too rough. Erik could not speak, he had no words to say in such a moment. After all, actions speak louder than words, and Erik planned to show her just how much he loved her by his actions. He could speak the words a thousand times over, but it was times like this where he truly got to prove how much she meant to him.
 
Christine went.inside first, not really paying any mind to the children that still occupied the room. "Um, children, let's go practice your own work, why don't we?" Andrew suggested, pulling the twins with him, along the halls and onto the stage at last. "I know the two of you can dance." He smirked and sat in a chair, orchestrating the children. "Now, pretend that I'm your father right now, asking you to just do your best." The music started, and the twins did their best to do as Andrew asked.
 
Erik followed in behind Christine, not wasting any time. It was very quickly that things between the couple had faded to black. After several hours of passion, Erik found himself tired out, but immensely happy. As he lay there with Christine by his side, running his fingers lightly through her hair, he closed his eyes and thought of how far their relationship had come. It took just a few minutes to relive everything that had happened to them that brought them to this moment, and when he opened his eyes to find Christine still there, his heart swelled up with undying love for her - a feeling that had always been there. "I love you, Christine..." Erik whispered softly in her ear before placing a soft kiss just below it.
 
Christine felt her whole body literally fade away during this time. When, unfortunately, their time had ended, Christine snuggled to her husband and closed her eyes. "Well, I'm glad. Because I couldn't imagine ever leaving you for any reason." She let her eyes get heavy.
 
With a smile, Erik looked down upon his beautiful Christine, his wife, as she lay snuggled up into him. It was a marvelous feeling, having her so close - one that Erik would never get tired of. He watched her as her eyes started to flutter closed and she began drifting off into sleep. Erik watched her sleep for a while, watched the steady rise and fall of her chest as she lay still against him. It wasn't long after that Erik found himself falling asleep to the comfort of her last words to him that night.
 
Christine woke the next day, quite refreshed. Oh, what a beautiful sleep she had just had, and right next to the greatest husband on earth! "Oh, he looks so handsome. I'll let him sleep." She got to her feet and went to the kitchen area, not aware that her kids were gone. "Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation." She sang to herself. "Darkness stirs and wakes imagination."
 
Erik slept very peacefully, knowing the whole night that Christine was there beside him. It wasn't long after that she rose from the bed that he found himself waking, his eyes fluttering open. He sat up in bed and, as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes, came to realize that Christine was singing. Oh, that beautiful voice was a magical thing to wake up to, and Erik couldn't help but get out of bed with a smile on his face. As he came around the curtains and saw her, her back to him, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Silently the senses abandon their defenses." Erik finished off, laughed softly, and turned her around to face him. When she did, he placed a soft kiss on her lips before whispering, "good morning, my love."
 
"Good morning, yourself, my sweet love." Christine hugged him, her usual good morning routine before kissing him. "I am just going to say that I hate being interrupted while I'm singing. I'm the real Prima Donna around here, Phantom." She let him hold her, abandoning all defenses herself.
 
At Christine's words of good morning, Erik's heart beamed. Her touch sent a warming sensation through his body and Erik wasn't about to let her go just yet. "You talk as though I don't know you, Christine. I've always known you hate being interrupted while singing...that, however, doesn't mean I'm going to stop." He teased her with a laugh. "The real Prima Donna, you say? Oh, I see. But, my dear, I believe you are forgetting who made you just that." Erik grinned and placed a kiss on her cheek.
 
"You did nothing more than guide me throughout my career, my love. You are nothing without me. You probably wouldn't even have a decent reputation without me." Christine whispered as she put her forehead on his. "Please, don't be so self centered." She giggled.
 
Erik let out a soft laugh at Christine's remark, smiling at the warmth of her skin as their foreheads touched. "I suppose you're right, Christine. I owe a lot of my credibility to you - after all, if your 'disappearance' so many years ago hadn't rattled the managers, and many others in this House, then perhaps I wouldn't have been as frightening. But self centered, dear? Ah, I think not. I am merely a proud man."
 
"You deserve to be proud of your work, my Phantom." She kissed him with a passion, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and letting her tongue dance with his. "Yes, you kidnapped me all those years ago, but, if you hadn't, Catherine wouldn't be here, or she may have come later. You would not have given in, I know. You would have lost your reputation, indeed." She removed herself from him. "My darling, you are truly a unique being. I love you." She turned back to her work. "Don't interrupt me next time. That's very rude, especially with a great song."
 
Erik became lost in their beautifully passionate kiss to the point where Erik almost felt as if he had gone into shock when it had finished. Such an intense thing broken off so quickly could be deadly. But, no matter. Erik simply chuckled at her words, knowing that what Christine said was so very true. If he had not taken Christine down below that night, could it be that their first night of passion would never have happened? Would it have come later? Would they even have had one child by now? Erik didn't know, but dwelling on the past did not do any good. All that mattered now was that he was married to Christine - happily married - they had four beautiful children, and that their lives were going well. "I apologize, my darling." He snickered as he said this. "It will not happen again. Please - continue if you should like." He grinned at her and crossed his arms, waiting.
 
Christine merely shook her head. "No." She stood, arms crossed, defiant. "The mood is all wrong now. You can thank yourself for ruining it, Erik." She shoveled the oatmeal and eggs onto several large plates. "Besides, I am not simply going to sing because you want me to. I will not play that game. I will sing of my own accord from now until I take my last breath on this Earth." She put everyone's plates down, except for her husband's. "You can't have this yet. You've been a horrible husband, Erik. Redeem yourself."
 
Erik let out a laugh, his eyes making him look rather surprised at such defiance from Christine. "Oh, is that so, my love? You dare defy your teacher!" He kept his arms crossed over his chest as he played with her. "I believe it is my right to demand your singing and it is your duty to obey my commands - being that I am your teacher and you are my student. Now, what do you say to that?" He tried to ignore the steaming plate of food that he longed to eat, as he was rather hungry. But, no, he would not give in to Christine. "I refuse to redeem myself as a husband until you redeem yourself as a student - and a wife! What kind of a wife would keep food from her loving husband?" Erik scoffed with a smirk on his lips as he held back laughter. "Shame on you, Christine. I expected so much better."
 
"Well, it was not I that wasted my time creating a replica of a woman that wasn't even my wife yet." Christine pointed out that creepy little detail. "Yes, I dare defy my teacher, my husband, the father of my children, because he interrupted my singing when he had absolutely no right to do so." She held the food further away, even daring to bring his food to her nostrils. "Mmm, smells divine! If I do say so myself." She grinned. "I will continue to defy you because you refuse to redeem yourself."
 
Erik's face reddened out of pure embarrassment when Christine brought up the mannequin. Damn! I had hoped she had forgotten...enough for that not to ever come into a conversation ever again. But who could forget something like that? "That is quite evil of your to say such a thing. You know I did that out of pure love for you. I missed seeing your face - I was horribly lonesome when you went off to practice of to be around the Vicomte." Erik shuttered at the memories, even through his tease. That's when the food started getting to him and Erik turned into a desperate man. Or, at least acted like it. "Alright, Christine, alright!" He dropped to his knees, desperately trying to hide his smile, and crawled over to her. "I will do anything you ask, my darling - my beautiful wife! Please! Oh, please, just let me eat, I beg you! I shall waste away into nothing if I do not eat!" Erik placed his forehead against her stomach lightly, placing kisses on the fabric of her dress as he tried not to laugh.
 
Christine couldn't hide how very ticklish he was making her. She squirmed away. "O-Okay! Okay! You w-win!" She thrust the eggs and oatmeal under his nose. "Just t-take it!" She had to calm herself, her arms were shaking. "Erik, I already told you how very sorry I was for leaving with Raoul. He was so very sweet in how he asked me to the party that I just couldn't say no."
 

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