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

"Oh, don't be such a baby. It wasn't a bad thing for me to let Andrew hold the baby." Christine argued. "He loves Johnny." Andrew nodded and kissed the baby again. Then, Christine took him back before Erik threatened the man. "You would think that I'm dumb enough to turn my back to you and allow that to happen, like my cousin did? I'm surprised. Tsk tsk." He clicked his tongue.
 
Erik glared at Christine, his weapon half-way out of his coat. "So, he's gotten into your head to? Apparently I am the only one who sees the evil intent hidden behind his kind nature." He joked, turning back to face Andrew. "You needn't turn around, Andrew. I'll simply get you when you aren't expecting it. Perhaps tonight when you're with my daughter!" Erik smirked, throwing out a final warning. "Watch yourself, Andrew. You don't know where the Opera Ghost could be lurking."
 
"Who says I'll be the one with my back turned? Who says I'll bring her home after this?" Andrew grinned. "We'll be elsewhere while you care for my son." He smirked. "I would be careful with that rope. It might provoke me." Christine watched this in horror, having that awful flashback. "Erik, no! Please!" She begged, all sense of teasing gone. "Please, do don't!"
 
Erik was, once again, surprised by Andrew's retort. He pulled the rope the entire way out now, holding it in both of his hands as if he were going to actually use it. "You have some gall, boy. You should learn to hold your tongue around me." Still, Christine's shout made him turn to her. "Christine, you don't really think I would hurt him, do you?" Though he returned the rope to the inside of his coat, Erik was slightly offended. "I thought you would be able to trust me by now." He voice was laced with the sting that her words had caused him to feel.
 
Christine seemed to calm down. She hadn't thought about that in some time. "So, it's you, right, Erik?" She wanted to make sure, for it was that Phantom that choked Raoul all those years ago. "You're right, I apologize, really." She held his arm lightly, sliding it downward to take the rope from him. "Erik, I believe that you would do anything to protect and provide for the children." She explained to her husband. "I trust you, I just get scared, sometimes." She admitted, wholeheartedly. "I love you." Andrew rolled his eyes, teasing the couple. "Make a move." He joked.
 
Erik sighed, a bit disappointed that Christine would still have fear around him. I can control when I get angry and let the Phantom side of me out. Does she not trust that I can keep myself under control? "Yes, it is me, Christine. It has always been me." Erik looked in her eyes and knew she would know what he meant. It was always him, even when he had tried to kill Raoul, because the Phantom was a part of him. A desperate, hidden part now, but still a part." He let her take the rope willingly, though. "You're right, Christine. I would do anything to protect my children, but they do not need protecting from Andrew. What would make you think that I would harm him? Even all those years ago I could not harm Raoul because I knew how it would hurt you. Do you know what it would do to Catherine if I tried to harm Andrew?" Erik sighed, rubbing his now-throbbing temples, and glared at Andrew as he tried to tease them. "I love you, Christine. I just wish you had more faith in my ability to be a normal man and not a raving lunatic."
 
Catherine listened. "If you hurt Andrew, I would never forgive you." She said this in normal conversation, not angry. "I would probably run away with William and never come back." She said pointedly. "It would kill me." Christine stood there, shaken. "I'm sorry, but I had to react like that. I can still picture Raoul being strangled." She explained. "I loved him then, that's why it scared me." Christine kissed her husband. "I love you, now, though."
 
Erik listened to Catherine and, when she had finished, spoke again to Christine. "You see? Surely you must understand that I could never hurt Andrew, not only because he's a good man, but because I could not bare to have Catherine hate me so." He could tell Christine was shaken up, but for some reason he couldn't push the anger, the hurt, inside of him away - not even when she kissed him. "That is the exact reason why I let your precious Vicomte go." He growled the words almost, just thinking about the man. "I couldn't bare to see the pain in your eyes anymore. You told me you hated me that night and it ruined me. No, I wouldn't do anything to hurt the people I love - even if it only hurts them indirectly."
 
"God, don't be angry with me." Christine kissed him again. "It was just a memory. Please don't hate me!" Christine took off, crying. She hated being hated by her husband. "This is all my fault! God, kill me now!" She made it to a waterfall, wanting to jump. "I can't stand being hurt by my husband any more." She was going to jump, if she didn't have kids to care for.
 
Erik stood there for a few moments in shock. He hadn't meant to upset Christine, he had only been disappointed that she still, in a way, could not trust him completely. To know that a feeling of fear still existed inside Christine directed at him hurt Erik, but not as much as watching her run off crying. "Christine!" He took off after her, trusting that Andrew and Catherine would watch the children until they returned. He couldn't just let Christine go off alone in such an upset state. "Christine..." Erik finally found her at a waterfall and panicked. She looked so distressed, so ready to just jump and end it all. He ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her immediately. "What are you thinking, Christine?!" Erik was yelling, mostly out of fear, but a little because he couldn't believe she would want to end her life so badly. Am I that horrible of a husband? "Don't run from me like that, please. It will get us nowhere. We must talk, Christine." He begged her before remembering what she had said before she ran. "I do not hate you. I have never hated you and I will never. I just don't understand why you cannot trust me!"
 
"I trust you, but you looked so serious that it frightened me!" Christine explained, unable to move for the weight on her. "Well, it seems that we're at a stalemate." She giggled as she started to unbutton his shirt. "Come on. I'm fine, just a little fright, that's all."
 
Erik sighed, immensely relieved that she wasn't too upset with him. "Forgive my behavior, I don't know what came over me." He admitted, feeling extremely guilty that he had been the cause for Christine's tears. Oh, but her cute little giggle was enough to make Erik completely forget everything except for her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Almost instantly, Erik began to place soft kisses on her neck, breathing heavily after each one. "Christine, I love you so much." He whispered to her as he wrapped his arms around her and allowed his fingers to trail up and down her spine.
 
They continued further until both were properly dressed. Christine couldn't stop herself. This was far too romantic for words as she kissed Erik in return. "Erik, honey, I forgive you." She kept kissing him, with a smile on her face as she did. "Thank you for making my life worth it."
 
Erik relished each and every last kiss she placed upon his lips. It was like Heaven, being near her and feeling her touch. "Thank you, Christine." He said in return to her words of forgiveness. It was so nice to hear them too - he would be able to sleep easier knowing that Christine wasn't upset with him. But then she said something he hadn't expected. Perhaps he should have, and he did believe her, he just never though he would hear her say it. "Do I truly make your life worth while, Christine? I can't believe that I possess the power to brighten someone's days the way you brighten mine. Surely it can't be the same for you." Erik prayed that it was. That was his life's goal, other than raising his children well. His sole purpose was to make Christine happy and, as her husband, he vowed to do just that. Still, it was hard to believe that he actually had.
 
"Oh, you've done more than that, I promise you." Christine couldn't keep the smile from her lips. "You've given me every thing that I've desired and I'm sorry that I didn't notice that before marrying Raoul." She kissed him as she said this. "Here, I feel so free." She kissed him yet again. "You're my life and my world. Nothing but you and the kids matter to me."
 
Erik closed his eyes just long enough for a sigh to escape his lips. When he opened them again, Christine's beautiful smile was there to meet him, which he returned in full. "It's alright, Christine. What matters is that we both know now the we love only one another - that no one will ever come between us again." Erik returned her kisses as well, then he heard her speak the words 'here, I feel so free' and his heart nearly stopped in the best possible way. He had finally fulfilled another promise to her, that he would not stop keeping. Tears came to his eyes as he reminded her. "I did promise you that you could still be my wife and be your own person. You were always free with me - I never wanted to contain you - you were just to frightened by the idea of being locked up that you didn't notice it. Now you do, and I couldn't be happier knowing that you are just as at ease." Grinning, Erik pulled her closer to him before kissing her once more.
 
Christine felt the pressure of Erik's hands and lips on her during this time. "I am very much at ease with you, my love." Christine assured the man. "You have given me more than I deserve to have." She stood up and dressed herself again. "Come, let's go back together, hand in hand, or with you carrying me." Christine laughed.
 
"You deserve the world, Christine." Erik smiled, very much content with how this had turned out, and made sure he was properly dressed as well. He laughed at her remark. "Well, which would you prefer, my love?" Before she could answer, he scooped her up in his arms. "Forgive me, but queens should not be allowed to walk, even if they want to." He laughed again before kissing her lips softly, then started to carry her back towards the family.
 
The family, however, grew concerned that their parents had gotten lost in the woods. "I wanna find 'em." Lilly told her sister with a smile, but Catherine held the child. "Believe me, you don't." She rocked her sister until the child fell asleep. "Please, just trust that they are safe." Meanwhile, Christine couldn't help but blush. "Well, if my king demands it, then I shan't argue." She kissed him.
 
Erik chuckled, kissing Christine's cheek because he found her blush to be quite attractive. Still, he didn't say anything about it, just eyed her, smiling the whole way back. It had taken a little extra time to return, but Erik found his way pretty easily. When they arrived, he saw Lilly sleeping in Catherine's lap and everyone looking rather anxious. He knew right away that they had been worried about them, but decided to tease a little. "Why are you all so grim-looking? I thought this was supposed to be an enjoyable outing." Erik chuckled, placing Christine back on her feet and planting a kiss on her temple.
 
"Oh, don't pull that innocent act with me like you did during your masquerade excursion." Catherine laughed. "You weren't doing your job as a father. Mom wasn't being a mother. Johnny is starving!" She pointed to her brother. "He won't let me feed him, but he'll let Mom." She tried to be a substitute for Christine. This wasn't the first time. Christine walked to her baby and fed him. "He loves his mommy. That's why."
 
Erik laughed and bowed to his daughter. "Forgive me, Catherine. I admit my mistake." When he stood up straight again he had a smirk on his lips. "To be honest, we truly didn't know that Johnny was hungry. We haven't been gone that long...have we?" Erik had no idea how long he and Christine had been gone. What matter now was that Johnny was being taken care of and that his family was safe and happy.
 
"Well, being five months old, Johnny can't control how often he eats, can he?" Catherine curtsied to her father. "The mistake was not yours. Well, actually, it's hard to determine. Mother ran off, you chased her and both of you stayed gone." Catherine kissed her father's cheek. "Daddy, your little girl just misses you, that's all." Catherine whispered nothing but the truth.
 
Erik crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at his daughter. "I suppose you are right. We should be more weary of when we run off and how long we stay gone. Still, what was I to do? Leave your mother to go off on her own while she was that upset? Besides, even if I had stayed, she still would have been gone. I certainly can't feed Johnny!" He laughed at this and felt the warmth of his daughter's lips on his cheek. Erik returned the affection by placing a kiss on her own cheek. "Well, I'm glad you have not forgotten about me. You know, with being all tied up in your new marital affairs and all." He teased, giving off almost a pouting tone as he pretended to be jealous from lack of attention himself.
 
Catherine's face was red. "I know you can't feed him. Men are practically useless when it comes to taking care of babies before six months, really." She let her hair out of the bun that she wore and smiled. "But, you men aren't completely useless. You make great babysitters." Catherine laughed her own tease and sat on her butt to play with her son as he.kept bringing back flowers for her. "Pretty?" He would ask each time. "Very pretty, sweetie." Catherine kept telling him. He would get such a kick out of it that he waddled off to find more.
 

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