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:Recap!:

Kirstie gave Erik a slightly confused look as he was deep in thought. Since they were in Erik's lair they might as well start searching around for the musicbox. Steph searched the area around the organ, as kirstie searched eriks drawing room. As soon as she disappeared into the room, she reappeared again as pale as a ghost. Steph peeked inside to see what caused kirstie to lose her color. She saw that the was the skeletal remains of a human male. She gave a slightly disgusted face as Erik appeared in the room. "Well that's pleasent...I'm guessing those belong to you?" She asked him as he winced at the sight of his own bones. He gave a short and very unnoticable nod, and disappeared out of the room. During that time Kirstie had made her way to Christine's old room. She looked inside to find it in pieces, the swan bed was broken beyond repair, papers, glass, and clothes were ripped, burned and scattered everywhere, very much like the whole lair. It looked like the mob want to destroy everything Erik had created. All of his music, his drawings and models were in peices and scattered about the lair. All the mirrors were broken and covered the floor. Even Erik's prized organ was destroyed! everything he worked hard to make was gone.

"This isnt right...this is all wrong..." she said quietly to herself, as she shivered and turned to meet Erik's green eyes. "Who are we to judge what is right or wrong?" He said softly, Kirstie sighed and turned to look at the lake.

"We may not have the right to judge others what is right and wrong. But all this." she pointed around the lair, "I know this is wrong. And once we find that musicbox....we'll save you." Kirstie said turning and head back toward Steph who had just finished searching the drawing room. Steph gave a sigh.

"Its not here.."

:Chapter 4!: Where to look?

Kirstie swore angerily that the musicbox wasnt in the opera house anymore. Then a thought ran though Kirstie's mind and she gave an annoyed groan. Steph stared at her friend with concern.

"Whats wrong?" she asked, giving Kirstie a worried look.

Kirstie took off her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose roughly, trying to calm her nerves. She remembered there was an auction in the opera house many years after the incedent. Raoul had be the one to buy it. Kirstie put her glasses back on and spoke;

"It's not here because of the fact that it was sold to the Vicomte in the auction!" she said, as steph thought a moment and glanced at Erik who was busy floating around the room to hear what they were saying.

"Then it has to be at Christine's grave."

"I doudt that..."

"Whys that?" Kirstie sighed.

"Because it's been decedes. I bet it hasnt been there for years."

"True..But it's worth a look."

Kirstie thought a moment, she then gave another sigh. She had at least 3 different people who might have the musicbox. It would either be a french art dealer, the De Chanegy family or maybe Leruox's family. But first they will check Christine's grave for any clues.

"I guess your right.." Kirstie looked over her shoulder at Erik. " Should we tell him?"

Steph shrugged, "Would he even go with us? He might be grounded here."

" True, I never thought of that.." Kirstie said biting her lower lip lightly.

Erik gave a sigh, he had forgotten a great deal over the years but he never got over Christine. He winced as he remembered the night of the fire, which had destroyed his beautiful opera house. He remembered how crazed he had become. His obsessive nature got the better of him that night. And it cost him his love and his life, though at te time he didnt care. He wanted to die. He didnt want to live in a world without his Christine. He then looked at the two girls who had wandered into the opera house and didnt find his frighting at all. In facted they were thrilled to meet him in the flesh....well so to speak. He gave a soft chuckle at the sweet thought of the girls. But at that time Steph gasped and swore loudly.

"We have to leave! we have to meet with our class infront of the hotel in 20 mintues!" she yelled making kirstie give a small shriek.

" The hotel is atleast 35 mintues away! we wont make it!" Kirstie said in a hurried voice. Erik appeared next to them and muttered a soft;

"Follow Me"

He lead them though the catacombs of the opera house for only a few mintues, when he stopped he pointed to a seceret door that put them close to their hotel, saving the time a big lecture from their teacher, Monsueir Giry. As the girls walked out of the door, kirstie looke back to see erik staring at them as they left. She saw the sad look of lonliness in his eyes, she called;

"We'll be back tomorrow! and well have information for you too! Bye Erik!" She waved as steph waved as well. Erik gave a sad smile to them and watched them disappear around the corner of the ally way. But from a distance he could hear the girls singing. They were singing his song...'Music of the Night'. He gave a laugh and disappeared into the opera house, his voice ringing though the very walls as he sang;

You alone can make my song take flight -
it begins again, the music of the night!

When the girls got to the hotel, they saw their french teacher, monsueir Giry. He was a handsome man who had just turned 32, but he was one of the stirctest teachers around. In class he would carry around a rule and slap it down on the desk if you went paying attendtion, He kinda reminded the girls of madame Giry only just a male version of her. But Monsueir Giry never scolded them, they were his favorite students. Of course, he pretended to dislike his students in front of them but if they we alone with him, he would change into a sweet joy filled man. As the 2 girls came up the their classmates, Monsueir Giry sneered.

"So glad you could finally join us girls." he said with venom in his voice. He then dismissed the class for the night to go to their room to sleep. As the students filed into the hotel, monsueir Giry turned and winked at the girls as they smiled at him. He laughed, and spoke;

"Come my dears, off to bed with you!" he called, as he saw kirstie staring off into the direction of the opera house. "Come! Come! now you will see more of Paris tomorrow!"

Kirstie blinked, snapping out of her dazed state. "Coming sir..."she said softly as the 3 headed into the hotel. But kirstie looked back again and sighed softly. She turned away and headed to her hotel room, which she share with Steph. After a few hours steph had gone to bed, but kirstie remained awake staring out of the window. She could see the roof of the opera house from her 7th story window. She sighed as she stared at it, she could make out so of the statues on it. Her mind then wandered to Erik. Her heart gave a jolt at the thought of him. Was it possible to be in love with a ghost? she didnt know. But she didnt care. She had spent most of her life dreaming of him now d she was trying to save a man, by trying to find a magic musicbox that could possible tke them back to the 1800s, and save Erik from death. Death. She winced at the thought of Eriks killed her inside when she saw it with her own eyes. It broke her heart. But she was determend to save him. She wasnt going to let anyone hurt him. He was going to live, and die an old man, safe. She sighed and sang softly to herself;

I've been there
to his world of unending night
To a world with the daylight dissolves into darkness...
darkness...

She smiled to herself and contiued slightly louder.

But his voice filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound...
In that night there was music in my mind...
And through music my soul began to soar!
And I heard as I'd never heard before...

When she stopped and looked at the clock, it was around 1:46 pm, and she diecded to go to bed for the night. That night her dreams were filled with music and Erik.

Eh...kinda a short chapter, but still its good.

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