4- Be On Your Guard

Poster note: Hi all, it Char. Sorry this is late, no excuse, I forgot to post it.

A.N: Sorry it took so long to get this. I was grounded and my cousin was sick. Isn't life wonderful?

I own nothing but my OCs. Oh and to fix my current mistake. I know that Think of Me is from Hannibel, not Il Muto, so I made it that Esmeralda didn't know.)

Erik sat in box five, idley watching the construction workers rebuild his opera house. Several times they tried to enter his box to survey the damage but a young man stopped them, his name was John. Smart man. People who sat in his box rarely lived later. He disliked when people touched his things.

"Can I help you, Madmosille?" John asked.

"No, thank you." a female voice replied.

Erik leaned forward looking at the young woman before him. His hand came,thoughtfully, to his mouth,eyes shining.

"How curious." he thought. Then she began to dance. The song, he noted, was about miracles. She had a graceful poise about her as she hopped and twirled. That was when he realized....the female intrigued him, but he still hadn't seen her eyes, which urked him.

He felt his eyes grow wide as he heard the next song that came out of her disturbed music box. His anger bubbled and boiled over, practically scalding his skin. How in the hell did she get her grimy hands on his score?! He stood up,preparing to go back stage and give her a piece of his mind his way.

"Think of me,

think of me fondly

when we've said

'goodbye'...."

Erik froze. How? What? He turned back to his stage,watching the girl sing his song. Her voice! IT mesmorized him. Startled him. Melted him. He felt as if whatever ice had been around his heart melted as she sang. As she hit the final note Erik felt tears sting his eyes. It was beyond all sence of beauty.

"Brava. Brava. Bravissma." he sang.

The female's head whipped around.

"He's here." she breathed.

Erik felt a stab of confusion. Did she know him? Looking closer at her he wondered.....Did he know her?

"Who's here, Madmamosille?" John asked.

"Him. Erik."

How in the name of hell did she know his name?

"Erik?"

The female nodded. "The Phantom of the Opera."

A smile broke out on her face. "She's acting as if she's known me her whole life." Erik whispered.

"Like yellow parchment is his skin.

A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew.

You muct be always on your guard, or he will catch you...

with his magical lasso."

Erik watched him pantomime what he sang. The girl turned to him and sounded angry.

"Those who speak of what they know,

find too late that prudent silence is wise.

You must learn to hold your tongue."

She slapped him, a sound that bounced off the walls of Erik's mind, and spat

"KEEP YOUR HANDS AT THE LEVEL OF YOUR EYES!"

The girl turned on her heel, picked up her belongings and marched off. He had to stifle a laugh. SHe was spirited, too bad students don't live here anymore.

(E.A.N: Again sorry about taking so long.I uped my game when I got yelled at by a reviewer. Erik says "Hello."