Let the Dream Descend (Phantom of the Opera Fanfic)

Erik, I have returned

Christine has just fainted from being in shock! Erik is alive! As she blacks out she flashes back to THAT NIGHT. Enjoy! <3 

Christine POV

Despite the darkness that night, I frantically ran through the streets of Paris. I needed to find you. I needed to see you. Raoul and I, I couldn't do it anymore. I thought I loved him but I was just lying to myself. I was lying to you. I let go of the man I was in love with. The man that inspired me. The man that gave me my voice. You gave me your music. I was running to you and I was not looking back. The rain poured down causing me to slip almost several times but that didn't stop me. A thunder storm came along as I was a few blocks nearby. It scared me a little. But nothing scared me more than fearing you were gone already.

I finally reached the Populaire, or what was left of it. I snuck in through the logs that held the entrance closed. Everything was destroyed. I found it difficult to breath due to the overwhelming amount of ash and guilt in the air. This was somewhat my fault. If I hadn't taken off your mask during Don Triumphant, maybe this could've all been avoided. Maybe so many lives wouldn't have been lost. Or maybe it wasn't my fault. Maybe you wanted it all to happen. I traveled through the hallways finally reaching my room. The room you locked me in when you came for me that night. Everything was dark and therefore blindly scurrying through a few of my things, I found a match and lit a candle that I found to what seems to be my bureau. The candle hardly illuminated the room but was enough to see what was ahead of me. It was enough to start my journey down to your world. I walk towards the mirror and place my hand on the cold glass. Moving it towards the right of me, a dark hallway was revealed to me. It looked much different now. You weren't there for once and it didn't seem so magical anymore. I stepped in and closed the mirror, not looking back twice as I quietly ran down the corridors to you.

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The darkness was comforting yet I felt frightened that I could fall. I was too clumsy and I would fall. I knew where the lake would be so clung onto the sides as I vividly saw there was no boat there. The boat would've been useless too. I didn't have the strength to pull the boat across the lake. I walked along the sides of the river trying to keep my balance. I didn't hear anything as I reached closer to your lair. The sidings were becoming narrow for my feet to step on. I kept slipping but clung onto the statues as I almost reached ground. As I finally reached your lair I let out a sign and as clumsy as I knew I was I slipped. I let out a cry when two hands caught my waist and pulled me up before I fell into the lake. I looked up and saw your yellow eyes. Your beautiful pleading eyes. You let me go and walked ahead of me into your lair. I hurried behind you trying to catch my breath from my near fall. You stopped your tracks and I would've ran into you if I hadn't noticed.

You kept your back towards me, "Why are you here Christine? You are to be wedded to the Vicomte soon enough aren't you?"

"Angel. Yes you're right, I am to be wed to Raoul. But I needed closure Angel," I whispered.

He violently turned to me and stepped so close that I could feel his breath to me and he hissed, "Closure? YOU needed closure?" He emphasized 'you' as he stepped back, aware he was too close. "How could not have figured out that you were self-centered like that?"

I whipped my head to him and marched straight to him and took his unmasked cheek in my hand, "You let me go, I left because you made me, I never wanted to go Angel," I let go of his cheek and turn to walk.

"Ever since that night that you let me go, all I thought was why? Why did you let me go? Every night I close my eyes and I hear music. I hear your music. There's not one day when I don't think of you Angel. How I lost you," my voice cracked as I placed my head in my hands.

"Erik," he whispered.

"What?" I turn my head around to face him.

"My name. My name is Erik, Angel."

"Erik," I whispered.

He closes his eyes, "Say it again."

"Erik," I let out a sign. We locked eyes as we stood feet away from each other.

I don't know what was on my mind but my heart was about to burst out of my chest. My conscious maybe took over or maybe my soul. I took a bold step towards him and touched his lips with mine.

I was flying.

The world around us disappeared and it was just me and him.

I pull away to look into his eyes, they were full of passion and love. I gently lift my hand to his masked cheek but he grabbed my wrist.

"Erik...please," I whisper, "I don't want to kiss the phantom, I want to kiss you." He slowly let my wrist go and I gently took off his mask. Immediately as an instinct he put his hand over half of his face. I stopped his hand and kiss his disfigured cheek. I gently kissed over his deformity as if each kiss was a patch to a wound to heal. I notice tears running down his face.

"Angel, why do you cry?"

"Oh Christine, my Christine, I love you," he gently sobs.

"I love you too Erik," I breath as we were inches apart. He looked into my eyes and something changed. He put his arms around my waist and our lips crashed into a melody.

Erik POV

She came back. I heard her struggling footsteps as she came into my lair. I step out from my room to see her clinging onto a statue. I move quickly and quietly in the shadows, knowing there was chance she might fall. And I was correct, I held her close to me, too close to me.

I tried pushing her away, I acted as if I didn't care and wanted her to go. I called her self-centered. She grew angry and admitted her feelings.

She loved me.

My Christine loved me.

My angel took off my mask and kissed my monstrous face. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh Christine, my Christine, I love you," I breath as I look into her eyes. We make eye contact as she whispers.

"I love you too Erik."

I couldn't take it anymore, I took her into my arms and we kissed. We kissed with so much passion, so much lust, so much need, so much love.

I took her as she did to me.

I showed her my love as she did.

I never wanted to let her go.

I loved her, I do.

As we laid in my bed, she whispered as she closed her eyes, "I love you so much angel."

"I love you too, my Christine," I look down as her head was on my chest. I kissed the top of it as I watched her go into deep sleep.

And I left her.

I left her because I was scared.

Damn me, for I had lost her forever.

Or I thought so.