Disclaimer: I forgot to place this in the first chapter. I only own Samantha and any other obvious original characters. This story has qualities and traits of the movie "Under the Tuscan Sun." I have been wanting to do this story for a long time and now I finally have.

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Today Samantha spent her time cleaning once again, she had hired some men to help her and so far they were proving very helpful "HEADS UP!" Samantha covered her head as some plaster and dust fell from the ceiling. She looked up and from a new hole in the ceiling she saw two faces. "Sorry Samantha kind of lost my footing there for a minute. You ok?"

"Yeah I'm okay," She said as she got up off of the floor. "I think that's enough for today." She said as she began to dust herself off.

"I'll get some things to repair this whole tomorrow." Said the chief man whose name was Frances.

"Thank you Frances," Samantha said her farewells to the guys before shutting the big heavy doors. She sighed heavily as she leaned up against the doors. Soon she found herself once again just wandering around aimlessly through the opera house. It had only been two days since she had bought this place. At first she questioned it, buyer's remorse.

Then she realized that she felt home here, safe here. Samantha sighed once more before she found herself in the Theater. She walked down the aisle till she reached the stage.

Meanwhile, up high above the stage standing on the catwalk was the Phantom.

~Erik/Phantom's p.o.v~

I was out making my usual rounds through the opera house when I heard the doors to the theater open. In she walked, the woman who had bought my Opera House. Samantha they called her…Samantha. She walked down the aisles till she reached the stage. Her eyes fixed on the stage as though she were daydreaming. She took a seat in one of the aisle chairs, and then closed her eyes. Her head lay back gently against the back of the seat. Her face looked so peaceful, yet so sad at the same time. There were still ruminants of the bruises on her neck, bruises in the shape of hands. What could have happened to her?

I heard a creak and noticed that she was no longer in the chair and I turned my head just in time to see her walking out of the theater. Where she once sat was a letter addressed to me. My curiosity peaked so I went to retrieve the letter.

Dear O.G,
Thank you for your kindness, it has been sometime since I experienced such kindness. I can assure you that your Opera House is in good hands. I will be kind to it and respect it. But, I was wondering if it isn't too much to ask. Sometimes, we could use friends and well, if I should ever need someone to speak to would you mind if I just simply wrote letters to you? I was told by Mr. Andre that Box 5 has always been your favorite so we could exchange letters there. So if you choose to write with me, simply leave your letter in box five and so on and so forth.

Sincerely

Samantha

She wanted to write me? She wanted to befriend me? My thoughts trailed off as I made my way back to my home. Curious as ever about her.

~Normal P.O.V~

Samantha made her way back up to her room, she needed a good bath after working all morning. Once inside she went into the small but comfortable bathroom and began to run the water. The bathtube was an elegant porcelain clawfoot tub.

She sighed softly as the smell of sandalwood hit her as she lit a few candles before undressing. After placing some bath salts into the water she got in herself. A heavy sigh escaped her as she felt the hot water relaxing her instantly. Her head comfortably rested against the plush headrest as her eyes closed.

For the first time since she had arrived in Paris, she felt at ease. Yet there was still that underlying fear that dwelled within her as she hugged her knees to her chest. She could see the fading bruises and the memories started drifting back instantly.

The pain she felt, the fear, the tears...all of it came flooding back to her at that moment. Samantha couldn't hold it back any longer as the tears started flooding her eyes. He shoulders shook as she began to cry, reliving everything in her mind.

She could feel his hands on her once again. Striking her, hitting her...everything.

'Don't cry...'

She gasped softly as she heard a voice. She looked around her small bathroom trying to see where it came from.

'Don't cry...'

She got out of the bathtub and quickly threw on clothes as she went looking for the voice. "Hello?" She called out as she wandered around. "Hello? Who's there?" The voice continued to echo and Samantha broke out into a run as she followed it.

Finally it lead her to the theater, "Hello?" She called out as she looked around. Finally her eyes locked onto a dark silhouetted figure in box five. It stood there for a moment before turning to leave. "Wait!" She quickly ran up to the box just in time to see the figure turn to look at her.

The figure looked at her for a moment before offering her a bow and then continued on, quickly disappearing. Samantha sighed heavily before her attention turned to look inside the box. There sitting on the red velvet chair, was a letter.

The red skull wax seal stared at her as she drew closer. She felt the soft parchment against her fingers as she picked it up. She sighed heavily and returned to her room. As she rounded a corner she she felt a hand on her shoulder. It startled her so much she screamed. Quickly spinning around to face the person only to find out it was Frances. "Oh god Frances don't do that."

"My apologies miss. But I left something here and merely came back to get it." He said softly.

"Okay just please don't sneak up on me, ever." Samantha held her hand to her chest. She controlled her breathing and eventually her heart slowed back down to normal.

"Again I sincerely apologies. Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine." She said with a smile "I hope you found what you were looking for?"

"Yes." He said holding up his wallet. "I will see you in a few days."

She watched Frances leave before she entered her room and locked the door. She sat down on her bed and opened the letter.

Samantha,

You are kind to want to befriend me. But I must keep my distance. I wouldn't want to frighten you by my appearance. Many have said they would not look upon me differently until they have actually seen my face.

Why did you cry so earlier? I could hear your cries and I couldn't help but wonder why? Please feel free to roam as you please here, but be careful. Some places here in the opera house are unstable. Please, be cautious and careful.

O.G

Samantha sighed heavily as she read the letter. She put it down on her bed and thought about things for a moment. Here she was talking to someone she didn't even know, and yet she was willing to divulge everything to him or her. Whoever this person was.

The sound of the clock chiming brought her out of her thoughts. She sighed and placed the letter back in the envelope before placing it in her desk drawer. Samantha then slipped on her shoe making sure to grab her purse as she walked out of the opera house.

~

The market place was alive and bustling happily. The sights, the sounds and the smells brought a smile to Samantha's place as she continued her shopping. It took all but an hour for her to get everything she needed.

Something about Paris, the beauty of it all just made everything so much better. She carried her baskets back to the Opera House. A smile now on her face.

~

When she opened the doors she started humming out of the blue. Her shoes clicked against the marble as she walked up the stairs. As she made her way to the kitchen she couldn't help but think of O.G again. Who was this person?