I know this is soon to be posting a new story, but I have had both of them in my mind for a time, so please bear with me while I upload every other day with a different chapter for each story. If that is okay with my readers, and of course with my reviewers.

Full Summary: He had the touch and emotion of Fire, her outlook on life, was drenched in Ice. They met through song sheets and candle light in a smokey abyss. He wondered if they could ever get passed the shear exterior of her icy walls. Maybe something would prgress from that? Like Love. Both the young Phantom never mistook an oppurtunite, not never, and he surely wasn't going to give up this one, not after one look upon her broken glass mirror brown eyes.

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Fire and Ice

The Golden Thread

Erik sat in his lair, silent and sobbing, un-wanting to get up and go after Christine, after all the hard work he had put in to make her perfect, she still wasn't his, in her heart anyway. Like a bear, he stayed like that on the ground, his music for sometime didn't mean anything to him. His world was black as night, nothing was the light anymore, there was no hope for this dear misunderstood phantom. For the love of a woman was hard enough on him. It was aching throughout his entire body, the broken thought from having the one you love leave with another, broke him. Like a dream he went into denial and thought of it unreal. The conclusion was clear as the blood red moon though, he couldn't see it. He wondered within those moments if live was cruel to him, if it truly meant something worth going on for. His genius was being wasted not only on his infatuation with Christine for the past few years, but it became a drug of calming for him, in his eyes he wanted to be like her, have her flawless form, in a handsome masculine sense, of course. But he wasn't ever going to have it, although it would be tough on him, he would get use to being lonely. Years and years, to come he would be lonely down in this lair with nothing but his music to keep him comfort. And yet the old man still was bent on one thing, one goal.

He needed to find his one true love, as Christine, was not her.

Nearly, ages past, his music piles started to build up, continuous music writing brought him into a constant state of malnutrition having to rest and actually eat, it was becoming tiresome to his 'new' life style. He really couldn't love the new way he lived so much. Turning sixty, and still without a wife, a house above ground, or any children. Children. He thought. Who would ever want to have a parent, such as I? She or he would probably run away at first sight not to mention the emotional scars which could imprint on his or her little innocent mind, it would only bring sorrow.

At the end of his lair, a scream was heard, the traps he had set so long ago, he thought had rusted, something uneasy then was coursing through the air, a scent, unbeknownst to him. As the air filled the small house on the lake, ice started to freeze it. Sometime like a chill, no ice was filling the room. A heart of Ice, was filling up the air becoming unbearable. He couldn't feel the organ keys after a while, the chilling feeling was creeping into his lungs trying to suffocate him and intensify the death lingering wish towards him. As the bare feet stood next to his organ bench side he saw the empty body looking at him with intoxicated eyes of fire. This was very strange, she didn't talk, nor did she move from the spot, only in her hand, was bloody documents.

She was a mute, from the physical traits and body language Erik gathered, something was very deeply wrong with this girl, the lake wouldn't unfreeze he didn't understand what she wanted with him, or, what business it was hers to be here. It was too bad he hadn't had company in a long time, for he would have thrown her into a boiling hot fire, that raised to the heavens above, if he wasn't craving for human companionship.

"You may sleep in here…." He trailed off leading the mysterious girl to the bed, the only bed he had, while he slept in the coffin. As she laid down he could fully see what she looked like. She hair was a golden honey dew brown tangled in knots with branches, her eyes were a fiery deep sea blue of mist. Her face was shaped like a heart with scattered dimples around her cheeks, a slender form, looked only about late teens a white-golden dress that clung to her body, like a child needing its mother. Her arms looked bruised and the broken skin wasn't really helping Erik at the most that moment. He tried not to think of it much as he went back to composing and letting the mysterious girl sleep, a deep slumber.

It had been hours since he finished the first piece of the paper consisting of his thoughts on these past few years. He was growing weak and wouldn't live anymore, he knew death was coming for him the goal he set for himself was growing cold and bitter with its words. He couldn't gain his one goal in enough time, he wouldn't have children, a living wife or a house up above ground. He wasn't going to live like a normal man wanted. Grabbing his cloak he left to get some paper, and more clothes, food wasn't an option this time, If he was going down, he didn't need any food to suffer from. Death was coming for him anyways, right?

He stepped out in the street the people had changed, as did the scenery, there were cable cars now, not really anymore horses, everyone was simply looking into the new 'technology' unlike everything he had always wanted to do, this was simple, inventing something was the least of it. Getting some new parchment, quills and clothes for the lady he was having sleep down in the 'lair' with him while he composed. He was going to give it to her as a gift, a mere, thank you gift for saving his life from being lonely. This would be his last and only present he ever gave to a stranger, since Christine wasn't considered a stranger to him anymore, she had at least one son and daughter throughout her life time. And a happy husband to always guide her if she feel to needing guidance. Erik turned outraged and started to clench his hands tightly. He didn't know what over came him, guilty, hopelessness? Or was it pondering on the thought of, what if? He didn't know, making his way back down to his lair. The steps seemed like hours to go down. But going down it wasn't all that hard, when he came to the end, the lake still was frozen so making the decision it was okay to walk upon his made his way across the icy path. Awaiting his guests reaction.

He reached the brink of the water to see the young woman playing a requiem, it sounded so beautiful the language was unknown to him, but none the less he thought what she was singing was thoughtful and filled with passion along with beauty. She looked at him after she was done, giving her hand to him with thoughtful eyes. Her smiling was dragging him inside, something seemed so right with her, she didn't make any kind of distraught look at him. As he embraced her warm hug, her arms wrapped around his body tightly he felt her body slipping away, within a second she had vanished with a piece of paper in his hand. He felt empty and angry to understand what just happened, like god had granted him a forbidden chance to be forgiven again. He opened the piece of paper then to read what she held dear.

Dear unbeknownst to me,

You deserve a life beyond the one you life now, don't you see, all of life's little troubles that have been bestowed upon you? Your music I've heard for the longest time, you have always been denied haven't you? I'm going to grant you your one wish, you will get a second chance at life, should you wish to take it. It is only up to you, genius one to think upon this with great price, you will have a new life, but within the same circumstances as now, I'm sorry that is all I was aloud to do since you were born in the wrong era anyway. Oh dear, I'm sorry that was uncalled of, of me. Please just think about this offer, should you decide to consider, by your bed side is a vile, inside it will help you find your love.

Sincerely yours,

A.

Erik must have read this letter sometime before thinking over the proposal. He had given it too much thought and started to second guess himself. While doing this he became enraged again. Throwing candles everywhere, and everything started to burn just like his heart. He had a heart, feelings like a passionate fire, they needed to be heard. But the smoke was clogging his lungs and collapsing him to the ground. He grasped for air but it was much too late, the smoke had gotten to his lungs, almost on the brink of death he crawled to the bed side and within one move opened the bottle granting him one last wish for love. Would he get it? That would have to be told in time, hopefully it would. For he wasn't really sure if it was worth it himself.

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