Hello dear readers, I'm back with a new chapter, if you like it well I'd like to hear from you. Its your opinion, as this whole story I've decided is going to be in Erik's POV. Unless you wish to see him from another's POV. But as goes for the story, FAI is going great. I've come to the conclusion that this will be a relatively lengthy story, with a sequel, or epilogue, depending on how I'd leave things off. I'd like to say something on behalf of Blaqkrose713, sorry if I spelled your user name wrong, I hope I will redeem myself somehow, if I'm miss spelling your name. Well dear readers here is the second chapter, oh, and by the way, TMOMS will be updated tomorrow I've been editing it constantly so I think this is the best chapter yet in that story. I have yet to describe my happiness for the reviews I've received not to mention people reading it. Thanks. Here is a happy new year resolution starting next week, every two days will have a different chapter for the two books. One because its my birthday and two I have school SO I hope your okay with that. Well without a further a due, here is the second chapter. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Phantom. Enjoy. I don't want to beg so I'm not going to ask for reviews should you want to just go ahead. Oh the first two chapters will only be in third point of view the next chapter is in Erik's POV.


Fire And Ice

Part one: The Bittersweet Feeling of Lingering Through Life.


Chapter two: A Phoenix Rising too Rebirth.


Erik had always thought life was just something meant to give him hell. Because of his face. Well he was certainly right in this sense, death is easy, life just plain sucks. If he had known that the fire had raged out all over his lair making all of the paintings, music, the organ (his only friend) besides Madam Giry, and his siren who had mad a pact with him, had he known he'd be leaving them all behind he wouldn't had become enraged so much, everything wouldn't have caught on fire and drown his sorrows in the hot atmosphere. He was floating, his body and soul attached, he hadn't died, well not completely in that sort of sense. As the fire raged on leaving his body untouched, everything was burned to ashes. Nothing was left standing, in that moment, the mysterious A. returned to see him for she knew something like this was bound to happen.

"I guess, I came to soon." She said looking at the phantom's body on the ground she sort of tapped his side to see if what he was holding showed some truth. Once she saw the vial it all made sense, the fire, the ashes everything. Nothing had held tribute to what he held dear anymore. "Or maybe a bit too late." She shrugged and from the ashes matter made a ottoman plush chair to sit in waiting for Erik to awake up. He truly was something different something that could cause someone to go into deep overload and die. He started to stir as his lips were pressed together, as he breathed in. She studied him now, he had chestnut brown hair on half of his head, that mixed with coal black hair on the other side, The same thing went for his eyes, taking from a memory, he had one yellow cats eye and a piercing sea green one. His body was a skeleton in form, something indeed needed to be done about that. But of course he didn't have the 'head of a skull' like it was said he had. He looked like a normal man in a suit and cape. The only thing that stood out the most was the white mask. It covered half of his face, made him look a bit older than usual. So A. did something only she would do, she lifted the mask.

It was a deformed half of a face. So this was what he was hiding from, humanity banished him from regular society wishes that he was meant to be granted. Poor flamed demon soul. She thought basking this mans torture of the world on her shoulders. He was truly handsome without it and did look a lot younger. His right side was marred, the veins could be easily seen, the yellow pale skin was scattered about his face, the bone structure was easily to detect. The blotches of red skimmed his face, it was blood that had clotted from the years, causing a red blush under his deformed eye socket. His nose was slightly deformed as well causing a slant in his frame, obliviously he was miserable because no one who love him for who he was. What he was, and who he chose to be. This was all taken into consideration as Erik's eyes flicked open. He looked around a bit incoherent at the moment, once he registered where he was, he sat up on the floor looking at the dust piles, the music that was made, ruined, the pieces of hope left in his life was gone. He had no friends now to turn too. Until he looked up at the girl before, she had returned. Looking down at young Erik with puzzled and happy eyes. She smiled at him. He couldn't return the gesture for he found the white mask in her hand, which mention only one thing. She saw him.

"You little Delilah.." He said while grabbing her throat and pushing her into the cement wall. Her throat was becoming crushed like a flower, she put her hand up to his forehead and somehow managed to push him three feet away from him. Her hand was extended some, so she had some power to control my vast emotional raging periods. I was glad for that, I wouldn't hurt her that much then. She was safe for now. But only now. As she sat back down on the ottoman chair she felt the marks that were beginning to show around her neck. The finger bruises and hand marking were visible now. Her ghastly cadaverous skin had shown the markings clearly. She made another ottoman chair out of the icy lake water, it was a plush one as well, she gestured him to sit but he stood. Tall and stern.

"You'd probably want to sit, and listen to your options since you didn't drink the vial, like I had hoped." She sounded sincere like someone who had taken the time and day to do something kind, and Erik was being a child in not realizing it. He crossed his arms sort of pouted and sat down, it seemed like a few hours since he woke up, his shirt smelled like forest fire and smoke. Something all too familiar to him. Since he was a pyro in his time. Or unbending time to think now. She looked At Erik trying to grasp his 'mark' or his way of thinking, she couldn't pick it up which made it worse on herself. Something about the phantom intrigued her to do what she was doing. It was her blessing and work after all. "Now listen, the only two options I see before you as straight as night and as black as black, either you become reincarnated to find your true love, Or I send you in this body, as you are, only manipulating the aging years that you have grown. I could set you back thirty years maybe to your late teens lets say nineteen? That is if you wish it? Now, which is it you prefer?" She starred him down making him think.

"If I want to be reincarnated, will I have this?" He pointed to his face. She nodded. If it wasn't for that he would have said yes, to the first option but knowing that both options had the same strings made this even more difficult on him. She said that I would be reincarnated, but with the same face as always. The second was going to be in my original body but I would be younger. Isn't this the same choice, either way? He thought, and came to the conclusion, that basically this woman was giving him the same choice in two different versions to choose from. He smirked at this she was cunning in her words, but she wasn't expecting this next question from Erik himself.

"So what is your name, I can't call you A., now can I? Miss A.?" He was being troublesome, in her case, and she wasn't about to give into his demands just yet.

"It is just plain A. for right now to you." She said with silk running off her tongue.

He made his decision.

"I choose the second option, on one compromise, will this hurt?" He pointed to the vial. She shook her hand and told him the instructions on how to swallow it fast knowing that if he didn't do it the right way he wouldn't turn.

He did it, the vial serum went surging throughout his body, the pulsing beat of his heart was pounding in his head, as it hit the blood stream, the feeling he had in his back, the pain being from the fire, stopped. But something else happened something so dear to his new life that the woman was barring in front of him. She had red fangs, they were now visible on the outside of her lips, like daggers they pierced his memory forever.

As the serum made it to his heart, the beating came to a slow, one beat per minute, sending him crashing to the floor, he too had fresh fangs, as there was also blood from the gums that they had just penetrated from. He was turned into a vampire, and looked like a nineteen year old. His slim body was so skinny that his ribs felt like they needed air, the crushing sound on the floor seemed to send him screaming for a drink of water. But he couldn't move not while the transformation was working its way all the way through. As the pain completely stopped the woman stood near him down on ground level.

"Welcome, brother… to the vampiric abyss. Although I must say to only have five beats per minute that makes you only a hybrid with a lot of monstrous power behind you doesn't it?" She laughed. She grabbed Erik's arm and steadily made it out of the Lair without calling for help along the way. Had she just called him, Brother? This is what troubled the young phantom the most. Her intentions of keeping him were unknown to him, himself, but he would know within the next day. His existence was on the tinkering balance of human and in-human, she wondered if he could balance both. She hoped he would, for the mark of the day was nearing for his true love to find him, all he had to do was wait now for a few centuries.

A. or Angel was gifted in seeing a true love if they weren't born in the same era together.


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