I'm sorry- this chapter is under construction. Hugs, Cookies, and a Fang to my wonderful Beta, I-Know-Her-In-Real-Life-And-Won't-Put-Her-Name-On-The-Internet. She typed up this chapter. Enjoy your Fang!


Max knew not to stand up after her fall - just in case she was hurt. "Where am I?" she thought out loud.

She didn't expect an answer, and she didn't get one, but she felt as if someone was watching her.

"Hello?" she yelled. Her only answer was an echo. Suddenly, a voice, a Voice she couldn't tell if it was an adult, child, man, or woman, spoke out of the darkness. "This way!" She followed without thinking, and the Voice led her to a flight of stairs, and up to a stage. She looked around. No one. Max walked to the middle of the stage. She had always secretly wanted to be a singer. She started to sing……………….

Up in the Rigging

Erik blinked and looked up at the girl. He had led her here so she could find her way out, but now.....

Suddenly, Monsieur Andre & Firman walked onto the stage. The girl looked around, as if trying (and failing) to find a place to hide. "Mademoiselle!" Firman cried.

"Oh, um. Hello," she replied.

"You sing very well. What is your name?"

"Max." She looked around, clearly looking for an exit

"What song was that, Max?"

"It's not named." Erik pitied this girl, she obviously felt trapped.

"Who wrote it?"

"I did." Erik blinked. This girl, Max, he reminded himself, seemed too tough to write a song like that!

"Well then Max, would you like to join our chorus?" She seemed startled.

"Sure?"

"Wonderful!"

As the managers showed Max to the ballet dormitories and the ballerinas helped her get settled, Erik realized what was missing from Max's singing. Soul. With the right teacher, she could be great...

Max was surprised when she was given her own dressing room, but whenever she asked, she would get replies of 'The ghost' this & 'Le Fantome' that. It was convenient, however to be able to let her wings out. Her broken wing was still healing, though. She had felt so cramped, crowded, in the ballet dormitories.

She wished she could fly, fly away and find the flock. Find Fang.

1 week later

Max stormed into her room and hissed. "That fat cow.... that mean fat cow! I hate you Carlotta!" Abruptly, Max put her head down on the table. "No, she's right. I can't sing - I never could. I should just leave. It's not like I'm ever going to hear the Angel of Music. I'm just not good enough." She suddenly sat up. A voice, a beautiful voice, was singing softly. It reminded her dimly of an Eraser's voice - but more beautiful. Yet it remained, for all its beauty, a man's voice. Max sat up, listening, concentrating. There doesn't seem to be a threat.

"Who are you?" Max asked, more curious than wary.

"Who do you think I am?"

Max smiled weakly. " Le Ange du Musique?"

"Yes," The Voice said.

"Why are you here?"

"Your voice has potential. I could teach you to sing, if you want.

Max smiled. "I do. Teach me how to sing" And so it began......... (A/N: me likes me my dots....)..........

Back in 2009. In a cave in Death Valley

"Fang?" Nudge sounded worried. Fang leaped up, instantly awake.

"What?"

"You're fading too..." Fang look at himself.

"No I'm not, you are." Angel looked scared.

Fang looked around at the building he stood in front of. The Paris Opera? He looked at a passing man.

"Pardon Monsieur, where am I?"

"You're in Paris, France."

Fang screamed inwardly. "Merci. Also, what year?"

"What are you, thick or something? It's 1881!"

"Oh."

The man walked off, muttering about crazy people.