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Sorry peoples for not updating recently. This was my last week of school and I have softball games and practices. Anyways, here's the next chapter. Please review.

Chapter 4

The next day during rehearsals, I was scolded about every five minutes. When I had returned to my room last night, it was quite impossible to fall asleep. I felt bad that he kissed me when I was already-. Music kept running through my mind with a voice singing as well; the voice was Erik's. It infiltrated my soul and filled my body with the strangest feeling. What was that strange yet comforting effect his voice had on me?

"Hazel! Keep your legs straight and your head held high! What is wrong with you today?" Madame Giry scolded. "I want you staying after rehearsals today." Great! See what you have done, Hazel! I knew I should have at least tried to get a few winks of sleep. When I looked over at Madame Giry, she was looking at me with a very stern, hard, ruthless look on it.

Afterwards, Madame Giry walked over to me and said "You have been seeing him. Don't try to deny it, Hazel." I dropped my gaze to my feet. "Hazel. You must be careful. Erik is not what he seems." she warned me. Erik is everything I could ever wish for! I nodded plainly in response. She smiled at me and told me to go relax for a little while. I arrived at my room and was about to start reading a book, when suddenly Meg burst into the room.

"You must get ready, Hazel! The Vicomte de' Williams is visiting the opera house today!" she shouted as she grasped a hair brush and took it to my bronze hair. Maxwell! I remembered when he and I used to play together as children when our parents went to parties we were not allowed at. After my parent's deaths, Maxwell had crossed my mind once in a while.

Quickly, Meg and I made our way to the stage where we were to meet the new patron. I hoped that he would remember me from our childhood. "I will never forget you, Maxwell." I said. He replied "My angel, Hazel, I know you will never forget me and I will always remember you, forever and always." I blushed at the memory of the last time I saw him before he left for a school in England.

Andre and Firmin both made their way to the stage with Maxwell close behind. I stared right at his deep brown eyes. Would he remember me? He looked around the room and his eyes fell upon me; a smile suddenly crossed his face. "We would like to introduce all of you to the new patron, M. Maxwell Williams." Andre said. Firmin just plainly stood there.

"It is an honor to support the Opera Populaire. I can't wait to be here during the next opera." he said. Our eyes met and he mouthed the words: "Meet me backstage after this is over with". When the introduction was over, I quickly made my way backstage. As I arrived, I heard the familiar voice. "Hazel, I never forgot you."

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I watched as the Vicomte laid his filthy eyes upon Hazel. She blushed as she saw him look at her. Please don't let there be something between the two! I silently watched as he mouthed to Hazel to meet him backstage. Not if I can't help that! How could she be in love with a stupid rich boy that is spoiled rotten? After all the people left the room, I followed Hazel. I heard a voice say "Hazel, I never forgot you."

She ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. My head filled with thoughts of murdering the poor fop that dare try taking her from me. His brown hair was short and simple, not to mention his brown eyes. They were small and made him look much younger than he was. Hazel pulled out the note pad I had given her and a pencil as well; she wrote something down.

"Hazel, I missed you too. I knew you would never forget." he said as he reached down to grab her hand. A single diamond ring sat upon her finger. Why had I not noticed it earlier! She must have been engaged as a child to this Maxwell fellow. Again she jotted down more words. "Yes, my dear. We shall have our wedding soon. Why don't you speak?" he asked.

Silently I watched as she responded. Maxwell began crying and said "I am so sorry, Hazel. If only I had been there beside you." I will confront her tonight and perhaps strangle the little bastard who dare take her from me.

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I knew he was watching me. Was he jealous of Maxwell and me? His face filled my mind and I cringed as I remembered him freaking out about it and yelling. "What's the matter, love?" Maxwell asked. I shook my head and wrote that I needed to go. Before he could protest, I ran from him. Is he still the same person my parents engaged me to? That question ran through my mind as I made it to my room.

When I put my face into my pillow, I began crying. I should have told Erik I was engaged! I lay there wondering what he would do to me. Knock, knock. The knocking didn't come from the door, it came from a wall. Slowly, I walked over and as I touched the wall it slid open. Erik stood there with a angry look on his face. "Your chains are still mine! You belong to me!" he exclaimed.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and took me to his lair. Whenever I tried to break free, his grip tightened; by the time we reached the lair, I was pretty sure he had broken it. "Hazel, how could you not tell me? WHY?" I stayed silent. "So is that how it's going to be. Well in that case... YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE DAY OF LIGHT AGAIN OR IN YOUR CASE, DAY AT ALL!" Erik yelled at me. My hands were shaking, which caused my crushed one to hurt badly.

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Maxwell's pov

Where is Hazel? Meg said that she was in her room, but when I arrived, all I found was a tear stained pillow and a hair ribbon. This was very odd and it worried me. Maybe Madame Giry can tell me where Hazel is at the minute.