Okay.

I've officially gone mad. Know how I can tell? I'm starting a much awaited sequel that has high hopes not only when two fics are already going, but when school is starting. Honestly, I think I've officially lost mah marbles.

Anyway...yes, this is the sequel to Tori. The title has a lot of meaning in it, and if you can't figure it out during the story, then I'll explain it at the end. Dun ask me it now, or else that would ruin it!

I'm hoping that I can attract more readers with this story, as well as get their curiosity going enough to read the original. Yes, you will see a lot more Raoul in this story because this story isn't really about Tori and Erik, it's more about Tori and Raoul. NO, there's no romance between them. I'm not giving away anything beyond that fact. You'll just have to wait and see!

Disclaimer for the whole story: The only person I own is Tori and some of the minority characters: servants, waiters in restaurants, etc. The rest is 100 percent Gaston Leroux's stuff, while the Movie!Phantom characters belong to Joel Schumacher or whoever. Dun sue me.

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Tori pattered down the dark hallways, shivering. Bringing her shawl closer to herself, she held the torch up high and looked around.

Although Erik had shown her around these halls numerous times, he had only led her, and her memory wasn't the best, adding to the problem. Turning a corner and seeing only more hallways in front of her with no landmarks, she cried out his name, looking for help.

A second after, a pair of strong, gloved hands caught her around the waist. "Looking for someone?" a silky voice purred in her ear.

Tori giggled, playfully shoving Erik away and turning to face him. He extinguished the torch, leaving them both in an endless black void.

She took in a sudden breath through her teeth, seeing as she had never loved the darkness. As if reading her thoughts, Erik's voice pierced the air again. "Come now, you must learn to light your way in darkness. Just follow the sound of my voice, my love."

Keeping her hands stretched out ahead of her and following in the direction of Erik's singing, Tori found herself walking forward, turning corners: anything from falling into desolate blackness or tripping. She could tell that Erik was doing this to gain trust, showing that he would never hurt her as Raoul once did, most likely by accident. He was, after all, a quite innocent man, and Erik had murdered many times. Why was she with him, then, and not iwth the rich Vicomte?

Accident or not, Raoul had still crossed the line, now dancing on the edge.

Her thoughts drifted from him to her fiance, who was stating that they were almost home. They had decided to get married privately next week, giving them plently of time to prepare. In the wait, they were getting used to more close contact, Tori recovering and getting used to Erik's strong, yet somewhat cool touch. He was holding her more intimately now, hands roaming about. Erik knew her boundaries, though, and respected them, always cooing softly in her ear words of reassurance so as not to frighten her.

As the couple were flooded with light from the cozy cavern, Tori saw that Erik was heading straight to the organ.

She grinned. This is who she was going to spend the rest of her life with.

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Short, I know. This was pre-written quite some time ago, so I didn't have to do any writing. Kyaa.

So what do you think so far? Tell meh: reviews make writers such as me very, very happy.