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16: Questioning

"Thank you," Carlisle said gently as he met up with Erik. "The Police are looking frantically for her. What should we tell her?"

"She was in box five," Erik shrugged. "I'll take her there myself, and leave a note with the managers telling them to let her – and only her – in my box. Whatever happens after that is up to her. Sarah, I need you to tell your mommy that you were in box five this whole time. They can't know that you were in my home, they'll try to kill you if they knew."

"But why?" she asked innocently as he set her down on the seat he normally took.

"Because they don't like me," he said calmly. "They have never liked me, not in all of my years of watching over the young talented musicians in the Opera Populaire."

"Among other things," Carlisle murmured. "Wait here. I'm sure someone will think of looking in here sooner or later. I'll be back to look at you later, since I'm a doctor."

"You're pretty, too," Sarah chirped. "Not as pretty as my angel, but still pretty. Are you an angel?"

"I guess you could say that," Carlisle hedged slightly uncomfortably.

"Carlisle here is an angel of medicine instead of an angel of music like I am," Erik said calmly and her eyes widened. "But remember, you can't tell a single soul what you saw and heard with me, do you understand?"

"Yes, angel," Sarah said hugging him tightly. "Angel, will you sing me to sleep when I'm upset?"

"Yes, princess," Erik promised, and Carlisle's eyebrows rose to his hairline in shock. "Be quiet, Carlisle, this doesn't concern you!"

"Of course it doesn't, I'm just the one helping," he said smiling gently. "Aro will be most… interested to hear of your abilities."

"You wouldn't dare," Erik gasped as he wheeled around. "You wouldn't do this to someone in your coven, would you?"

"No, but you don't have one," he pointed out. "But if it did happen, I would wish them the best of luck in their time and efforts."

And with that Carlisle went off to Esme. Erik leaned down, kissed Sarah on the forehead and then the cheek, and then proceeded to sing her to sleep softly. He then raced back down to his lair and ran his hand through his hair angrily, hating himself for being who and what he was.

"Carlisle, is she alright?" Esme asked worriedly as he arrived back at the hotel they were staying at for the week. "Is she hurt?"

"No, she's fine, Esme," Carlisle said gently, and Edward's eyes widened.

"You transformed the Phantom of the Opera," he said stunned, and all vampire eyes went to Carlisle.

"Carlisle, is this true?" Esme asked. "Did you…?"

"He was dying, I taught him my ways before I ever let him hunt or go above ground again, and I was lonely," he said sighing. "We stayed together for a couple of years, but he stayed underground when I went over to America. He and I visit from time to time, but nothing major has happened at the opera house, not since the managers all learned to obey his every whim."

"It's okay, Esme, she'll be fine," Alice smiled gently. "She and Erik-!"

"Don't even say it, Alice," Edward snapped.

"Edward's right, it's ultimately up to her," Carlisle said nodding.

"She's three! She'll be an immortal child if what I'm seeing in your memories is true," Edward pointed out.

"No, she won't be," Alice said with a blank look in her eyes. "He won't change her, not until he figures out his feelings."

"Which will take a long time, I'm sure," Carlisle said calmly. "He is unsure of himself, and he does not trust his heart to anyone, male or female. The only reason he let me in is because I transformed him into a vampire. Although, he's been calling it 'angel' to Sarah."

"So what kind of angels is he talking about?" Emmet asked confused.

"He used to call himself the 'angel of music' when he was trying to seduce Christine Daee because of an extremely powerful infatuation and obsession he had with her while he was still human," Carlisle explained. "He called himself an angel of music for the first time ever since then today, to Sarah. He called me an 'angel of medicine' and I really wonder if he thinks that."

"If you'll let Jasper and me near him, we can figure out," Edward offered.

"No, you'll die," Alice said looking forwards into the future. "Leave him be, they'll find her."

"Esme, I told him that you would be the one to find the little one," Carlisle said calmly. "He will be expecting to see you in his box to get her."

"Thanks for the warning, Carlisle," she said tartly. "Are you sure she's alright?"

"A little confused maybe, but all will be explained to her in time," Carlisle assured. "Come, we might as well go to the Opera Populaire."

As they arrived, they went back and into the area that box five was located at to find a group of policemen arguing in perfect French about whether or not to anger the ghost by going into box five.

"Sarah?" Esme called out. "Sarah?"

Sarah looked up and yawned, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she looked around. She followed the sound of Esme's voice out of box five, and the policemen stared at her as she gave them the letter with the wax skull. Holding up her arms, she went easily into Esme's.

"There, there, you're safe now," Esme soothed gently. "Carlisle, could you look her over?"

"We'll need to get her to a hospital," one said worriedly.

"No need, I'm a medic, I work in the Emergency Room for an American Hospital," Carlisle said flashing his medical license. "May I have a look at her to see if she's alright?"

"Fine," they grudgingly agreed.

He began looking at her gently and began checking her vitals and signs for trauma or for shock.

"Well, I see nothing to prove that she's been harmed," he said calmly. "She must have an angel watching over her."

"I do," she chirped, and he gave her a scolding look gently as he took her into his arms. "Really, I do!"

"I'm glad," Carlisle said smiling at her. "Let's get you back to your mother, I'm sure she'll be frantically looking for you."

I, uh... Is it good so far? I tried to keep them all in their personalities, but I'm not sure how the Phantom would have reacted to discovering a new friend in a small child...

I, um... can I get another review please? I-I'm not a good writer, and-and...They-they make me feel like I'm improving, even if just by a tiny bit...

please, even just one review?