Help Me Make The Music Of The Night (Phantom of The opera ) ErikxChristine!SMUT!

Return To Me

Erik sighed heavily and wearily , She was gone , She chose That cursed Vicomte , He couldn't blame her . As he continued to clean up the mess the mob had left behind he picked up a sheet of music scoffing at it before crumpling it in his hand .

After all , He kidnapped her , Had killed a fair amount of people , And tried to kill her Fiancé , And forced her into marrying him . His liar was quiet , The only sounds audible were the shuffling of his feet , And every so often glass of the shattered mirror crunching under his foot .

The mob wasn't smart enough to actually attempt to look for any other secret passageways, He had hid himself in a small compartment until they had disappeared the same way they came .

Once he found the place a decent amount of clean , He set himself down on his piano bench and buried his head in his balmy hands .

" Christine . . . Christine . . . " He cried .

He froze when footsteps padding against the stone floor's echoed throughout the catacombs he called a home . He shot up , Knocking the bench over in the process ready to go back into hiding .

Until ,

" Erik?! "

His sprint came to an immediate halt , before he could even think of continuing to hide away again , he felt his body turn enough so half of his unmasked face was facing the lake .

His eyes widened , It couldn't be . . . Could it? Was he hallucinating? Had he finally lost his mind? She couldn't have come back! Not without knowing what he had done - What he was!

But there she was , Tripping over her discolored wedding dress , Now stained with dirt and dirty water , her hazy form now banging against the gate blocking the pair , She was soaked to the bone and he could see her shivering from there .

" Christine!? "

He ran into the lake without another thought , Pulling the lever to Raise the gate as he did so , she ran underneath struggling to pick up her weighted dress meeting him halfway to the middle crashing into his arms .

" Oh , Erik! I'm so sorry, I should have never left you! I am sorry! , I - I tried to come sooner - But Raoul wouldn't let me! I was so scared you had died! " She sobbed tugged his shirt .

Erik almost returned her embrace , But instead gripped her shoulders pulling her off of him . " Why? Why did you come back , After all I've done? WHY?!! " He hissed trudging away back onto land .

Christine's bottom lip quivered both in fear , And from the cold water soaking her dress .

" It doesn't matter - Take what you wish , Whatever it is you desire - Money? Come to destroy more of my belongings? Well go ahead! "

Christine didn't move , It was silent for a long time .

" . . . I needed to come back , I- I had to make sure you were alright - I wish I could explain - " She looked up to him , His back was facing her but she could tell he was listening so she continued .

" You - You have something that Raoul doesn't - And never will "

He turned to her with a look of confusion , Anger , and sadness " What can't he give you!? He has money , A happy life , a handsome face! , What could I possibly have that he doesn't? "

" Music , . . . And my love "

Again , The liar fell to silence , She dared to step closer bringing her hands to her chest nervously toying with her fingers . Her dress swished against the water her hair was dripping after having fallen in .

" Please , Just- Hear me out , "

" . . . "

" Yes , It is true , Raoul has Money , A title , But he's not You "