Disclaimer: I own th Phantom of the Opera! It's MINE! all mine! Muhahaha (threatening lawyer guys in suits show up) ok fine, I admit it, I own nothing. (sobs)

A/N: ok I know this is kinda short but keep in mind it's just the prologue. The rest of the chapters will be longer.

I stood in a candle filled room, the sent of roses in the air. A man approaches me from behind and he gently runs his hands down my arms. The touch is electrifying. He gently grasps my shoulders and turns me to face him. He has long black hair that he wears slicked back, mesmerizing turquoise eyes, and on the right side of his handsome face he wears a white mask. I reach out and caresses the uncovered half of his face. He closes his eyes and I run my hand down his neck and rest it on his strong muscular shoulder. He brings his arms around me and pulls me closer. I delight in the sensation of his body pressed against mine. He lowers his head and our lips meet. Our kisses are slow and sweet at first then gradually become more passionate, more demanding, more arousing . . .

I awaken with a start and sit upright as images of my dream wash over me. Once more, I wonder why I am having dreams such as this, almost nightly for the past two months. I can't decide if I want them to stop or last longer.