A/N: Thank you for the review's, a few more wouldn't hurt though ;) This chapter is a little short.

Mominator: What in the world does ROTF mean? Right on the...or something?

Lust 4 Violin: Yes, Erik has a deformity. Did you read the first chapter properly?

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The two men stood outside the operahouse, waiting for Christine to exit.

"Master, have you fallen in love?"

"Yes, Nadir, I dare say I have. Why do you ask?"

"We have never put ourselves in this much trouble for one woman, what do we do if we get caught spying on her?"

"We do what I do best" Erik said and that made Nadir's entire face widen.

"I mean escape, please Nadir, I am capable of other things!" He shook his head but considered the words his servant had just said, true they had never done so much for just one woman. However this woman was the first one he had ever met that hadn't been showing any sign of desire, and he found that very desirable.

"So what are we supposed to do now again, sir?"

"We are going to find out who the secret lover is and figure out what makes him so special and me so easy to resist."

"There is no pleasing you, master"

Suddenly Christine emerged from the operahouse. Erik and Nadir slowly followed after, the walk from the operahouse to her destination took about ten minutes, after that she went inside a small house that was placed in an alley. The masked man and the Persian hid behind the outskirt of the alley. Seeing her walking inside, they both sighed.

"He is going to shag her senseless" Nadir said more to himself than to his master, who slapped his arm in return.

After about an hour Christine closed the door behind her and went out from the house. Erik and Nadir stood straight, moaning because of the aches in their back's they had received after leaning against the wall.

They made sure no one saw them and made their way inside the house. The door was open and they were greeted by the smell of ink and paper. On a table were two glasses of wine which had been emptied.

"I thought so" Nadir said as he saw the wineglasses. They heard someone snoring lightly and moved further inside the house to a small bedroom. Erik and Nadir peeked inside and saw a male-figure sleeping with his back facing them.

"My God! She had completely worn him off" the Persian whispered and Erik sighed, shaking his head in frustration.

"I've found his name!" Nadir said and held up a few letters he had found from the table. Erik grabbed them from him.

"Monsieur Bernard de Guard" he mumbled. "Of course, he has bewitched her heart as his literature has with her mind."

"And this must be his latest work" Nadir said and pointed at a bunch of papers that lay scattered over a desk in one of the corners.

Erik picked up one of them.

"A woman's opinion is entirely pointless to men, these days, during conversations. What a woman really longs to hear is..." he stopped and snatched a blank paper from a pile and started writing down the following sentence.

"...now I fear that I have been dominating the conversation long enough, what are your thought's on the matter?"

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"So we've figured out who the secret lover is, what are we going to do now?" Nadir asked as they entered their home.

"We're going to locate her fiancée when he arrives in the morning, don't look Nadir I have to remove my mask."

"It's not like I haven't seen your face before, sir. But if that's the way you want it I shall not." Nadir knew how important it was for his master to be with his burden alone, it was the only way he could handle it.

"Who is her fiancée again, sir?"

Erik sighed and putted his mask back on.

"The Vicomte de Chagny."