After my "disappearance" Rachel and Peter took me somewhere, I wasn't sure where at the time because I had been unconscious when we had "disappeared." It didn't help that when I woke up they were no where to be seen. But just as soon as I woke up I fell back to sleep. I regained consciousness again by a cool dampness on my forehead, I could feel my flushed skin and I hoped dearly that my sickness would not come full on again. Rachel had said that if they weren't careful I might have a relapse. I hated feeling useless and weak. I couldn't believe that at one time I secretly liked that feeling and the attention I got when I felt it. But I'm rambling I'm sorry, you want to know what happened right, not every single feeling I felt right?

Anyways I was embarrassed, to say the least, because I knew that the hand ghosting ironic over my cheek was neither Rachel's nor Peter's.

I swallowed gathering up the courage to speak. I still couldn't open my eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out only a strangled gasp. "Oh no" my mind screamed "not my voice." A strange humming came from the being beside me. It was rich and deep yet at the same time, oddly enough smooth and light. The cloth was removed from my forehead and replaced with a new cool one. The words that I longed to say instead came from his mouth.

"Who are you, mademoiselle?"

And at that moment I knew who it was sitting beside me, nursing me back to health. Sounds cheesy, I know, but it still happened and believe me when I say the weirdness of that didn't surpass me.

A strangled shocked but slightly…ok, more than slightly…surprised voice issued from my mouth, "Erik!"

"I believe my dear you are mistaken for that is mine, what's yours?" A snicker came from my left.

I forced my eyelids open and looked at the man beside me and he was no where close to how I imagined him.

I'd imagined him to be thin but strong, thin black hair and tall frame and golden eyes.

But even if you've tried your hardest to imagine Erik's eyes, nothing could have prepared you for the actual sight.

"You're beautiful." I said in my choked whisper but I could see by his shocked expression that he had heard me. But it was absolutely true, his eyes made up for any deformations on his face. That's how beautiful and surrealistic they were, no wonder there rumors that he could hypnotize even the most unwilling person with those two eyes. They were solid gold, not a hint of hazel anywhere. A shiny deep glittery gold and the pupils of the eyes seemed to bore into ones soul and it felt as if you were exposed, naked. I could feel a blush rushing up to the surface of my cheeks.



He was actually taller than I'd expected him to be, which made me wonder how in the world he could hide so well and get through tiny spaces.( He couldn't be claustrophobic.) I mean he still wore black head to toe, black leather gloves, black mask (that covered his face from his upper lip to his forehead), black vest, black shirt, black pants, black jacket and black cloak. (I think you get the idea…but still…he even had one of those old-fashioned black ties…a bit excessive.) I imagined him to be about 6 ft. tall but not 7 ft. He looked like a giant. He was still thin and his skin gave off a milky glow despite the fact that it was a pale sickly looking ivory. I could see by his hands that he could snap a neck pretty quickly even without the Punjab Lasso. His hair was midnight black and I was pretty sure it wasn't a wig, it still was rather thin though but that was to be expected. His arms were crossed across his broad chest and he truly created an imposing character. He indeed was the Phantom of the Opera.