Disclaimer: I don't own The Phantom.,..,., or anyone else in the book, musical, or movie.,.,,.,., but I do own Jolie! . soo,.,., yesh lol

A/N: Um.,.,.,. Yesh.,.,.,., here's the second chapter.,.,., I was just so excited that I had to write the second chapter right away lol Story TIME!!!

Phool: In Her Eyes

Chapter 2 - Erik

The dance went well. Although, at the beginning Jol did hear Madame Giry and the two new managers speak of blonde and red headed angels, Meg and Jol, and an exceptional, Christine. 'Quite annoying really, Christine was always the most beautiful. I hardly ever stood a chance against her when it came to… Don't even think about it Jol, just concentrate on the dance!' Jol thought as the dance came to an end.

Too bad the guy holding her on his shoulder couldn't put her down properly, "Ow! Thanks Jean." Jol said sarcastically rubbing her knee.

"Sorry, I lost my balance." replied looking down.

"It's fine just don't do it toni--" she was cut of by the angry ranting of Carlotta.

"I hope he is as excited by dancing girls as your new managers, because I will not me singing!" she yelled.

"Unbelievable!" Jol sighed as she came to stand by her sister, her mother, and Christine. What made it even worse, 'They're trying to appease her! I'd say just let her leave, and be done with it!' Jol cried in her mind. Before Jol knew what was going on Christine was pulling her back and out of the way, of Carlotta who noticed moments later.

"Signora." M. Reye said as he got ready.

"Maestro." Carlotta replied when she was ready. The music for Think of Me started and she regrettably began to sing.

"Think of me,

Think of me fondly,

When we've said goodbye."

'Ouch… that hurts the ears.' Jol thought as she was forced to listen to the butchered song.

"Remember me once in a while

Please promise me you'll try.

When you find that once again

You…"

Jol heard a noise from above in the rafters. One of the backdrops had begun to fall and Meg screamed. Without thinking Jol ran to Carlotta and pushed her out of the way. Which resulted in Carlotta landing face first on the ground, and Jol the same way…only… the backdrop landed on her knee, 'Dang it! Why did I do that?! Ah my knee! Just my luck, the same knee I hurt earlier' Jol thought as the backdrop was lifted from her leg by some of the male cast.

"He's here the Phantom of the Opera!" Meg warned holding on to Christine.

Jol gasped as she realized, '… Wait! So that's what Erik meant! Oh my God!' Madame Giry went to Jol and helped her up.

"Follow me." she commanded as she led her daughter backstage. A letter fell from above and landed in front of them, the seal, a red skull, of course. "Jol go, he'll take care of you for now." her mother advised as she pushed Jol to stand by the stairs that headed up to the rafters.

"But what about rehearsal?" Jol asked unsure.

"Don't worry about that Dear. Just go get patched up for the show." her mother said walking back towards the stage. Jol watched as her mother left her there, waiting… for him.

"Hello, Jolie." a familiar voice greeted from behind her.

"Ah! Erik don't do that, you scared me half to death! So much for being my hero." Jol exclaimed smiling up at him.

"Not exactly what I wanted to happen, and me, a hero… You are sadly mistaken." he replied a half smile present on his face. "Now come." he told her as he grabbed her hand and led her away.

"Erik, please. I can not walk that fast currently." Jol pleaded her knee causing her more pain than she liked. Erik sighed slightly annoyed at her complaining,

"Fine then hold on to me." he said as he picked her up bridal style. He carried her swiftly down the halls and to a lavish dressing room. He instructed her on how to open the mirror, to make up for his lack of hands left free. As they entered the tunnel Jol squeaked and clung tightly to her friend. "Even now, you're still afraid of these tunnels." he smirked at her.

"Make fun, all you want, but I don't like rodents or bugs! I won't not be scared just because I've seen them my whole life." she pouted into the crook of his neck. 'Hmm… he's so warm… I wish we could stay like this, no matter how childish it sounds.'

"No matter how childish what sounds?" Erik inquired as he set her down in the boat to carry them across the lake under the Opera House.

"What? Oh, nothing… spaced out, sorry." she stammered out. 'So much for that wish…" she mentally sighed. The short ride across the lake was eerily quiet. When they had arrived at his lair Jol only smiled at it's beauty. Jol stood up and took a step into the lair and started making her way towards the organ. Unfortunately her knee made a sharp pain run through her leg and she fell, colliding with something cold, 'Ow! The ground in hard!' she yelled in her head.

"Jolie! Are you okay?" Erik asked a hint of worry in his tone as he grabbed her hands to help her stand. He held her hand and brought her to the extra bedroom. "Go sit on the bed… I go grab some cold towels." he directed her. She slowly made her way towards the bed. As she sat down she smiled.

Erik came in a few moments later with two small wet towels. "I didn't think you'd actually get it." Jol smiled gesturing toward the swan bed.

"It's a good choice for her. And you seemed to really like it." he finished a distant look in his eyes kneeling by her.

"Yes… I thought… she'd… like… it…" Jol trailed of her eyes beginning to well up. "Erik! That's freezing!"

"It'll stop the swelling. It has to go down by the show or you wont be able to dance… and your mother would be anger with me. Although I did warn you not to go near Carlotta when she was singing! You could've ruined my entire plan and Christine would have lost her chance to sing!" Erik explained his voice rising.

"I know you did Erik… I just forgot… I just wanted to help… I didn't want anyone to get hurt…" she tried in vain to explain to him… she knew he wouldn't listen… he could have messed up his precious Christine's chance.

"Apparently your plans didn't work. You got hurt." he stated plainly placing another towel around her bruised knee. Jol's head shot up and she looked at him. "What? I'm not that heartless. I do care if you get hurt or not." he stated getting quite. Jol smiled and hugged him tightly. Erik, didn't know what to do and stood there frozen.

'He does care! He's letting me hug him also… he's not pushing me away…perhaps there hope ye-- no, don't do that to yourself…' she thought becoming slightly depressed. She let go of him and looked down. "I'm sorry, though… I still should have heeded your advice in the letter. I'm too nice for my own good I guess." she sighed.

"But that's the way you are. Don't change yourself, don't try to mask it, or you'll eventually loose yourself…So just stay the same…" he advises looking down. Jol lifted Erik's chin with her finger,

"Don't worry about me… I won't change… Although, can you really say the same for yourself that much?" she asked looking into his eyes. He tore his face away from her hand and her gaze,

"Rest your knee, you need to be ready to perform." she stated in a monotone as he left her alone sitting on the swan bed.

A/N: Sooo.,.,., There you have.,.,., I don't expect to update everyday, but I was just bored and excited,.,.,., so Hope ya liked it. Tell me what cha think.,.,.,., suggestions would be good, eve though I mostly have the story planned, but if a suggestion fights, I'd be glad to incorporate it.

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