xD thank you for your reviews peoples! FYI in this chapter, Madame Giry isn't putting her hand on his shoulder like she likes him, but like a motherly way..
And anything you see in parentheses in bold is side notes from me.

Erik's POV

I sat down at my organ, no mask, banging on it with no real tune as I screamed out words to a song I just happened to made up.

"Christine Christine, so heartless, what a shame!
I'm not your Angel, so don't call my name!
All that I did for you and this is how you repay meeee!
CHRISTINE! WHY? WHY?

Slamming my fists down on the keys as I said 'why' for the second time, as I had shaken her 12 years ago.

"ERIK!" Madame Giry shouted, storming down the stairs like a raging bull.
I made no attempt to answer her.

"Erik Destler!" She yelled stomping towards me.
I turned around to face her, eyes full of tears.

She slapped me across the face. I didn't even feel it.

"Stop that noise at once! I can hear you all the way from the market, not even 2 blocks away! Andre and Firmin are getting suspicious!" She half said, half yelled. Her face was red with anger.

I buried my face into my hands, crying. Tears that I never knew I had just flooded out.
I was crying. The Phantom of the Opera. Crying like this.
The man, no, monster, that killed, demanded, ordered, and hated.
Sure I've cried many times before. But not like this. It was always a tear or two, but never like this.

"Oh Erik…" Madame Giry said putting her hand on my shoulder.

I squeezed her hand. She felt reassuring like my mother used to look at me before she looked at me in a different way. Except Madame Giry has acted as my mother ever since she brought me here.

"Erik, my hand..." She said lowly, pulling it away

Madame Giry sighed and sat down on a nearby chair.
"Erik please don't cry…" She said softly.

I got out of the chair and sat in a dark corner in a ball crying.
"Erik, Erik, Erik…" Madame Giry whispered as she left.

I kicked the wall and punched myself.

Then a new kind of anger surged through me.
I felt insane, but I couldn't help but think of it.
I should have kidnapped Christine. I should have locked her in a cage and shouted insults at her and threw things at her, like I had, to me. See how she would have liked my life. See how hard it was.

The thought disappeared quickly as I calmed down a bit, walking over to the table and putting my mask back on.

I sat down at the table and pulled out a clean sheet of paper. I dipped my pen in the ink and began writing.

"Finished.." I said in almost a whisper. I stood up and put it in the envelope, sealed with a skull of red wax.

I put my cloak on and headed towards Andre and Firmin's office.
Empty.
I doubled, well, triple checked, before entering the room, silent as a cat.
I placed the letter on Andre's desk.
I liked Andre. He was scared of me, I could tell. He always obeyed my orders.
That Firmin on the other hand, was like a cow in the middle of the road. Not even budging when you try to get past him with your carriage. He never obeys my orders. Damn that fool.

Slowly, I crept out, tip toeing back to my lair.
It was fun. I felt sneaky and sly as a fox when I delivered letters.

Iris's POV
I sat down on my bed.
Exhausted.
My toes were bleeding from ballet, and my throat hurt slightly.
I chugged down a glass of water and removed my slippers.
My face had gotten sweaty, and it was collecting under my eye patch, I took it off and smiled as a wave of cold, sweet, air hit my eye socket.

Slowly, I made my way to the dresser and slumped into the green chair with a loud sigh.
"She's trying to kill us, with all of this practice, I just know it…" I said aloud, but not really meaning it. I looked into the mirror, just staring.
How odd and beastly I looked. I had one pretty, sea green eye that gleamed and glowed. And then, there was nothing. Just nothing. A black hole, an empty eye socket. It wasn't messy like people who have eye problems and get surgery on it. Mine was just empty. The skin around it was fine. There wasn't even an eye lid, so forget about eyelashes.
I was disgusted. It was so ugly; even I couldn't bear to look at it any longer.
I put the patch back on and then looked at myself again.
I was a pirate now. Ahoy lads.
Suddenly my eyes drifted over to the package Madame Giry had gotten me, that I didn't attempt to open. I reached over and gently picked it up. It was wrapped in pretty paper, with a blue bow on the top.
I removed the bow and paper with care and set them aside, opening the box.
Like she said, there were pretty ribbons, 2 pairs of earrings, and a beautiful necklace. This jewelry was the best she'd ever owned.

I stood on the stage dancing with the other girls in rehearsal. I twirled and crouched down gracefully with the others, then getting back up and leaping forward. At the end, we all were standing on their toes, looking up into the rafters, arms in the air.
I gasped almost silently as she spied a face. Only half of it was showing, the other half in the shadows. Yellow, glowing eyes glared back at me as my mouth opened to say something. Suddenly, an index finger shot up to the lips and pressed on them. I closed my mouth and gulped.
Butterflies swarmed my stomach as I thought about what I had just seen.
Madame Giry narrowed her eyes at me. I exhaled slowly and looked around. Everyone else seemed fine. It was the usual whispering about my eye-patch as I walked up to Madame Giry so she could stamp my card, stating that I had attended rehearsal.
I thanked her lowly and walked down the steps from the stage and out into the hallway.

Erik's POV

I stared at her from the rafters. She seemed a bit shy to put all of her effort into her work. Then the music began to fade out as the ballet was coming to and end.
They all looked up towards the rafters, but none seemed to notice me.
Iris spotted me. She opened her mouth. My heart raced and I shushed her by putting my finger to my lips. She closed her mouth and went to get her card stamped. I flicked my cape and disappeared into the shadows.

Returning to the catacombs, I walked silently through the pitch black hallways, knowing the geography of the opera house by heart. I took a swift turn and walked down the stairs where Caesar was nibbling on some random weeds growing from the concrete from the moisture down here.(Incase some of you don't know, Caesar is Erik's horse. You know the horse that Christine rode down to the water's edge where the boat dock is? Yep him! Caesar! 3)
I stroked his neck gently and sighed.
"Oh Caesar.. Life must be so easy for you.. Eat your oats I bring you; be ridden once in awhile, and rest." I said softly looking into his brown eyes. I paused, and then spoke to him again.
"Do you think Christine thinks of me?" I asked him.
He grunted and whinnied, flicking his tail. I patted his flank and dumped some of his oats in his dish and filled his water trough up. What a strange place to keep a horse. Well he kept me company sometimes. Stepping into the boat, I rowed away to my lair.

Madame Giry's POV

"Erik.." I thought while the dance was coming to an end. I knew he was up in the rafters, looking at my girls. Iris in particular.
All of the girls positioned their selves in the ending pose, looking up.
Suddenly Iris's mouth opened in shock. I panicked. She saw him. And I bet the other girls did too.
But when the music stopped, Iris was the only one with a shocked look. Erik disappeared into the shadows. Back to the lair.. I assumed.
After I had stamped everyone's cards, I hurried through the hallways to my room. I stepped inside, locking all 3 locks behind me and crawling through the small door hidden behind a table. I stood up and began racing through the hallways, knowing where every hole and trap was set. Huffing and puffing, I coughed and waded through the cold waters towards Erik's lair. He was sitting glumly on a chair, in a slouch, just looking at the wall.
"Erik… Erik." I gasped between breaths.
"Must you visit me all the time Antoinette?" Erik whispered.
"Erik! You must be more careful! The other girls could have seen you!" I said clutching a chair.
"It was fine. I got her to be quiet..." He grumbled.
"Erik, please. For your own safety." I pleaded.
He nodded briefly.
"I talked to Caesar today.." Erik announced.
"You and that horse, Erik… I knew he would be good for you when I gave him to you as a foal…" I said.
"Yes. He was indeed a foal when you gave him to me." Erik whispered.
'When you were a just a boy.' I thought.
From across the lake and on the stairs, Caesar nickered and neighed.
"Erik, are you ever going to compose us another opera?" I asked him. He hadn't written us anything in months. Business was low cause of the previous operas.
"Perhaps one day I will…" Erik said thoughtfully.