Yes, well, again I'm back and apparently no one liked my last story. I'll try again. Besides I think almost every possible scenario that we can put Erik is has already been done. In a way every story is now a spin off, thinking we can do that type of story better then the others. Again this is a modern day story. This story will be rated M later on but right now T for language. I hope you all enjoy and please review.

A modern day. After years of being hiding under the opera house Erik comes out and soon rises. Now owning several well-known schools and theaters, Erik is tempted to buy out another well know school. But he soon finds that it is not as easy as he thought. The owner's daughter seemed to hate him on sight and being the one to inherit he must push down his hatred of man and try to work with her to get what he wants. DeCanty's Music Academy. Leroux baised.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom of the Opera.

Chapter 1: The Meeting

The early morning dawned hot and humid, but sitting in the black limousine Erik paid it no heed. After all the years, the centuries, he finally came out from his recluse. Why he never died he didn't know. He just lived on while the few people he knew died and the world changed. In the mid sixties boredom got to him. Coming out from hiding, he began to raise his own empire. Being a genius, he took control and hardened his heart even more. Ruthlessly he took over other people's lives and jobs. Bending them to his will, he soon became a very powerful man. Erik then could sit back a gloat at the human race. All the past dead people, his mother and the gypsies, everyone that had said he was no good were dead. True, he still saw himself as a monster. He had even gone to a well-paid doctor to see about fixing his face, but the man couldn't. Had said his skin and face muscles were in no condition to be refixed. Disappointed he then went to a master latex mask maker. He paid a lot for it, but soon had a mask that fit closely over his face. It covered his face from the forehead down to his upper lip. It was flesh-colored, made to fit closely to the face, without showing the obvious lines like other masks. It didn't make him handsome, but it hid his disfigurement. It filled in his hollow cheeks and hid his upper lip. It worked. No one paid him any attention. But all the years of being exiled and had no human contact, no one ever wanted to get close to him. At his 'age' he didn't bother anymore. Now if he felt desire he would hire a woman. He paid her well, had the desire taken care of then sent her on her way. He never had the same woman twice. It was safer then to get close to them.

The limo pulled up to the large house that he was to have his meeting. He owned a large line of music schools and theaters and this line was the only other school in the US that held any danger to his. He was ether going to buy it or talk the ageing man into conjoining it. Erik faintly admired the man. Like him, he had had a rough life. He had turned nothing into something. The man was sick and had asked Erik if he could have the meeting in a less formal and more comfortable setting. Erik would prefer to have it in his office building, but to cater to the old man, he agreed.

The chauffeur opened his door and Erik straightened his suit and walked up to the white house. Arriving up at the last step the door opened and a tall thin middle aged man stood there.

"Yes?" he had a slight British accent.

"My name is Erik De Loire. I am here to see Mr. Don DeCanty. We had a 7'o clock meeting." Erik said with out emotion.

"Ah yes. Come on inside Mr. De Loire. Mr. Leontion is having a slow morning, but he will be right now." The man led Erik to a set off dark brown double doors. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Is there anything I can get you sir?"

"No thank you." Erik said as he sat down at the long wood table.

"Very well then sir." With that he left and closed the doors.

Erik didn't bother to look around. Instead he placed his briefcase on the table and began to pull out papers and sort though them. He was adsorbed in his work when he had the feeling someone was behind him. Turning quickly he saw a girl slip in though the large windows that overlooked a large garden. Erik watched as she tripped and fell down.

"Fuck!" her voice was melodious and the word made it seem blusterous.

"Excuse me Miss, but can I help you?" he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to know who the girl was and why she was slipping in though the window.

She gasped and spun. When she saw him she relaxed. Erik stared at her. She looked out of place in the richly furnished room. She had very pale skin with long wavy red and black hair and light gray eyes. She was wearing a black corset that left her shoulders bare and had red lacing on it. She was wearing a short black leather skirt with a chain belt. She also had on red and white striped stockings that went up to her mid thigh and heavy leather boots. Her black painted lips twisted up in a smirk and she placed a hand on her hip. "Oh. I'm Celeste DeCanty."

"You're Don DeCanty's daughter?" Erik couldn't believe this punk girl was the distinguished gentleman's daughter.

"Oh, don't sound so surprised. I'm not surprised that no one didn't tell you about me. I'm in what they call love to call the…rebellious stage. I'm his only child." She glanced behind him at the papers. "Oh, I know you. You're that businessman, that really wealthy Erik De Lorie." She laughed and walked around him to the table and hopped up on it and crossed her long legs. "If you think to talk him into selling or conjoining, then you better go on home. He won't. I'll be the one to inherit his company."

Erik raised his eyebrow. He walked over to her and stood in front of her. He caught her gaze and held it. She stared back into his eyes. "And how do you know this?" the question mocked her.

Her strange eyes widen at the insult. "Because I make it my business to know. Demand to enter the school is up; there is no danger of bankruptcy. The school is running smoothly."

"Well, you seem to know this, but can you run the business when your father is gone?" Erik fired back.

"Who do you think helps when he is really down? I do." She slid down from the table and stared up at him.

Erik looked her over again talking in her clothes and her attitude then laughed. "My dear, the only business you look like you can manage is-" he didn't get to finish before she slammed her hand down on the table.

"You will not finish that sentence! Listen you pompous freak; we don't need the high and mighty Erik De Loire. We will never sell or conjoin DeCanty's Music Academy." She snapped her gray eyes stormy.

"No, you listen you brat! You don't own the company yet. Women have no head for business-" Erik was cut off when Celeste threw a crystal ashtray.

She stepped up closer and growled, "Why you sexist-"

"Celeste, are you done?" a slightly shakily voice called out.

She gasped and turned. Erik did as well. There in the doorway was an older man. He was dressed for a meeting. A gray tux and shiny black shoes. He sat there in a wheelchair with a slightly amused smile.

Celeste glared at Erik one last time then walked over to her father. Her step was heavy but turned soft, loving when she reached him. "Father." Her voice turned soft and caring. "Good to see you up." She reached out and straightened his tie, which was crooked.

"Thank you. Now can you give me and Mr. De Lorie some time?" he patted her cheek.

"Of course." She placed a kiss on his head and stepped out closing the doors sending a glair at Erik.

Don chuckled once the doors were closed. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

"No problem. I do apologize for my behavior. My temper can get in the way." Erik sat back down at the table.

"No, don't worry about it. Celeste takes after her mother. Red hair and temper. Never makes for a dull moment. Now Mr. De Lorie," Don wheeled him self over to the table, "you requested this meeting. What is it concern of?"

"Well, sir, you do know that my music and line of schools and theaters have come very far. In fact some of the students that Leontion's Music Academy have turned out have went on to perform at my own theaters. Your extensional way that you teach and had your teachers to teach is…truly wonderful. My business here today is to offer two concurrences. We can ether join and turn out even more students, or I can offer you a hefty price for the school." Erik said.

Don sat there for a few minutes. "Mr. De Lorie, you do know that this school had started from nothing. I started in honor of a past descendent. It reached far. I hate to sell, and also hate to conjoin it with any other line." Don stopped to catch his breath. "You are not the first to give this offer. But I have read of what you have done. It is far and beyond. I am...undecided. I well soon let you know. I thank you for abiding an sick old man's wishes and coming here."

Erik gritted his teeth but nodded. "I will be in touch." Erik rose and walked over to the old man's side and shook his hand. "Good day to you sir."

"And to you."

Erik picked up his briefcase and turned to walk out when Don called out to him. "Mr. De Loire. There is a gala at my school tomorrow night. I would like for you to come by and see the school and listen to the students."

Erik sighed, "I see what I can do."

"Thank you."

Erik dipped his head and walked on out the doors jut as he was leaving, he heard Don have a coughing fit. He smiled to his self. All he had to is wait and he school will fall soon after his death. Erik walked out the front doors to his limo. He turned his head to the sound of an engine. There in the driveway, between him and his car was Celeste on a black motorcycle. She glared at him. Upon walking up her, Erik's temper rose. Taking a deep breath, "Would you kindly move your…motorcycle?" He gritted out.

Celeste smiled wickedly her gray eyes flashing. "Oui Mon- sewer," with that she spun the tires and left Erik standing in a cloud of smoke.

Erik stood there coughing, wishing he could strangle the little brat. When it cleared he climbed in the back of the limo. He poured his self a glass of brandy. He groaned as it hit his belly. It was not even nine'o clock and he already had a headache. Just wait, he thought to his self. If you can't talk the old man into selling or joining, you can always buy the school form the bank. For Erik knew that if that punk took it over it will fall into bankruptcy.