Erik

We set off down the dark hallways, my one hand held a candle so we could see a little better-the other had Christine's dainty fingers. 

We walked in silence, the only sound being footsteps and the occasional inhale and exhale. 

We were close to Christine's dressing room when a gust of wind came up and blew out our candle, leaving the tunnel in utter darkness.

"Dammit!" I cried, searching in the space for Christine, and hoping that my eyes would adjust soon. Where was she?!?

Christine

"Dammit! Christine? CHRISTINE?!?!" 

The Phantom's voice was frantic. 

This was my chance, to escape from him!

I could get away, back to the upper part of the Opera House, away from him...

 The Phantom sighed in the darkness and then his arms wrapped around me. How warm and comforting they were, I hadn't expected that....I felt myself melting into his embrace...

There was a moment where neither of us did anything.

Then, he turned me to face him; pressing his....Lips? Yes, they were lips! He pressed his lips on mine; softly, sweetly. 

The soft embrace lasted a few minutes, a few tender minutes. 

Then he was kissing me passionately, hungrily.

I couldn't help it, I had to return the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my thigh against his hip. 

He backed me up against a wall, without breaking our kiss. 

Our tongues fought each other, teeth nibbling lips. 

My Angel breaks the kiss, his mouth moved down to my neck; He started to suck, gently. 

My arms tightened around him, I stroked his soft hair. My fingers suddenly decide to tangle themselves in his hair.

He kept sucking on my neck until I was sure there would be a love bit there.

Then his mouth moved to my chin and cheeks, caressing me softly.

I couldn't stand it any longer, I pull his mouth back to mine. We kiss passionately, harder than before. Tongues, teeth, and lips moving in sync. 

Who was I again? What was my name? Why did I want to escape, again? And who did I sort-of fancy? Why wasn't it The Angel in front of me? 

The Angel broke away, looking into my eyes, his thumb caressing my cheek. "Christine..."

So that was my name!   

He pulled me into an embrace, then took my hand. We began walking again....Where were we going???? Why couldn't I remember anything????

I held my hand over my love bite, felling it's shape and tenderness...

I could taste his lips on mine...

  We arrived behind my dressing room, and he pulled me backwards, so I was facing him. 

"You may only leave if you promise to return. Do you promise, Christine?" His face was inches from mine. "Yes, Angel." I said softly. "It is Erik, Ange. My name is Erik." He caressed my face with his hand, " À  bientôt, Mon Amour." "See you soon, A-Erik." I replied softly. 

He pulled me close and kissed me again. Sadly that lasted not even long enough. I wanted more!

He handed me a letter to give to the managers. I left my Angel-Erik.

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In my dressing room, I searched for a scarf to cover my love-bite. I found a little pink one and wrapped it around me.

I left my dressing room and headed for the managers office. 

I opened their door and stepped inside. Airhead and Filthy were talking to this blond guy. Who was he???? And why was his hair so long? Why didn't he cut it?

They looked up when I stepped in. My-Hair-Is-Too-Long rushed over to me, calling my name. "Christine! We were so worried! What happened? We thought you were kidnapped! I couldn't find you anywhere!" He went on and on.

He grabbed my shoulders and hugged me. Who was this guy?

"Are you alright? We really though something terrible had happened to you!"

I coughed, then said in a weak voice, "No, I'm alright. Why would you think that?"

My-Hair-Is-Too-Long looked sheepish, "Well, after I left your dressing room you disappeared and I heard this voice and...It sounded like you were being kidnapped... or something....Are you okay?" 

"Of course, I'm okay...I was sick and I didn't feel well enough to come in. Can I not get sick?"

"No...Sorry. I won't assume anymore." 

"It was a simple mistake, Vicomte. It's no problem, Raoul." Airhead assured him

Raoul...I should know that name.....OH! My childhood friend! Yet, I no longer saw him as the most gorgeous thing ever... Yep, Nope.

I handed the Phantom's letter over and they read it. Erik wanted me to play the countess in Ll Muto. 

"Will you sing?" Filthy turned to me. 

"I suppose."

"If Carlotta returns, however, you shall play Serafimo." Airhead said. 

Well, thanks.

"If that is so, you shall deal with the Opera Ghost!" Mme. Giry exclaimed, coming in, "And there will be hell to pay!"

I will play the Countess, And I will ace it.

You bet I will.