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((Thanks)) Meg finished readying herself and looked in the mirror. Finding herself satisfied with her appearance, she headed to Christine's room to see if she had returned yet, hoping that she got there before Raoul did so that she could tell Christine how frantically the man had been looking for her, and see what was going on.

Unfortunatly, when she reached Christine's door, there was no answer. Meg sighed, closed her eyes and shook her head. Christine had spent the entire night with the Phantom...

((I am suuuuper sorry everyone! I was on holiday and only managed to come on the net for like an hour a day, I lost track of the RP, I'll go and read back, and I'll figure out what you guys are all up to now and I'll try to fit in.))

((NOTE FEOM XELA!!!!
Hello, This is Xela's friend. I would just like to let you all know that she is now over at her Grandparents house, but will be unable to post. She has informed me that they have lost internet connection. Thankyou all for you're time.

~Bre
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She will post as soon as she can.))

((IM BACK!!! FINALLY!!!! Thanks for waiting for me! I missed you guys!!))

Christine dremt very little that night. He mind had been busy when she fell asleep, so the little bit of dreaming she did do was confused and disorientated. She did not remember her dreams when she awoke. Although her dreaming was confused, she had a peaceful sleep, and one of the most restful nights she had had since her father died.

Christine's eyes fluttered open the next morning, it took her a second for her mind to register where she was and what had happened the night before. It all rushed back to her like a wave over tide pool rocks. She looked around her at this point and saw that she was indeed in Erik's lair, in Erik's bed, in the arms of still sleeping Erik. He looked like an angel while he slept, and Christine dared not to wake him up, so she watched him sleeping for a moment, burning this picture of him into her memory. She decided then to go back to sleep and wait for him to wake up. 'It must be about midmorning' she thought to herself 'maybe 9 or 10 o'clock....but maybe he likes to sleep late. I might disturb his sleep if I got up...I don't want to disturb his dreams.' and after this last thought, Christine closed her eyes and fell into a light sleep.

Christine's chest rose and fell slowly with her deep breaths she took as she slept. She was completely relaxed as she slept, like a rag doll almost. But she had slept too long, and her body wouldn't let her rest much longer, after a few moments her eyes opened once again, and she gazed around her, and noticed that Erik was awake. She felt rather like a baby bird, small, helpless, innocent and trusting Erik fully as she nestled inside his warm, strong embrace. A soft smile formed on her lips as her innocent hazel eyes met his.

"Good morning." She said soft and sweetly as she planted a small soft kiss on his left cheek.

A sudden thought occured to her. She had spent the entire night with Erik. Madame Giry and Meg would be missing her....her eyes widened, fully awake as the last thought hit her....Raoul. He would probably be going out of his mind by now.

"Erik...." she said slightly flustered, it was the first time she had ever said his name aloud to him, but it didnt bother her at the moment, "Erik," she repeated "Meg and Madame Giry must be worried sick. Maybe it would be a good idea if I went back up this morning. I don't want them to get too worried." She had conviniantly left out Raoul. If Erik had tryed to kill him once for following her, she didnt know what he would do if he knew she was worried.

((Forgive me, but I'm a little confused. Where IS the Vicomte? And have I been replaced? redface ))

((No you haven't been replaced. Erin just got confused or something...))

((Oh, ok, thank you. Sorry if I sounded stupid or paranoid or anything!))
Meg returned to Christine's door for probably the 20th time since she'd disappeared. She hoped she didn't seem obsessive or anything... but where WAS she??! Finally she lost whatever patience she'd had. She started pounding furiously on the door and kicking at it with her little ballerina feet. To this she also added screaming at the top of her lungs--

"Christ-TEEEEEEEN!!!!! If you're playing some kind of joke you're going to be sorry!!" She wished Christine was playing some sort of joke, but she knew it wasn't the case. Christine wasn't the type of girl to play a joke that hurt or worried people, especially old childhood sweethearts and best friends. Meg finally realized that she looked ridiculous when some other ballerinas passed by her and stared as if she'd been possessed. She breathed deeply and slumped to the floor, deciding to just sit there and wait until Christine returned instead of running back and forth like a lunatic.