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Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera…I wish I did but I don't.

The door closed behind her and Reinette struggled with the lock until it slid into place. Her breath kept catching in her throat as she sank to her knees. He wanted her to leave. She was going to have to go back. She was going to have to see Alexander. She traced her hand across her left cheek. She could almost feel the red scar that had once been forced upon her skin. Reinette could still feel the hot poker as it had been forced to her face.

"Paris, how did he find me in Paris?" she whispered as tears fell from her bright blue eyes.

Alexander Smith had once been charming, clever and witty. Reinette had found herself falling in love with the gentleman that her uncle had introduced to her. He was handsome and polite. That was until he had begun to court her. He suddenly became controlling and demanding. Alexander Smith had began to hit her when they first became engaged. Reinette had believed herself to be in love with him so she pretended it was nothing. A slap or a punch had never done anybody any harm. But then it had become worse…much much worse. Reinette closed her eyes as if to hide the memories flickering through her mind. A knock on the door caused her to scream.

"Mademoiselle?" came the deep musical voice from outside. Reinette sighed and stood up. She tried to quickly think of an excuse for her behaviour. She brushed herself quickly down before opening the door. Erik was right behind it.

"Erik," she said with a curtsey. She kept her face to the floor.

"I told you not to do that," he snapped

"I told you not to call me Mademoiselle," she replied. She looked up at him and his expression quickly changed.

"You've been crying."

"No I have not. It must be a trick of the light."

"Do not lie to me. You are too bad at it," Erik said. He walked through the doorway and gently took her hand. Once again she was reminded how he always wore gloves. He led her to the small wooden chairs positioned in the very corner of the room. Erik made Reinette sit down before taking a seat opposite her. He let go off her hand and waited for her to speak.

"Why do you want to listen?" Reinette asked him. Her face was a mixture of confusion and curiousity. "My family never did. Not even my father."

"Tell me," he said softly. He leant forward and his eyes captured Reinette in a single second.

" Alexander and I were engaged. He began to hit me and when I didn't put up a fight…he took it further," Reinette said quietly. She wanted to stop talking but something about the way Erik was watching her made her continue. "He used the poker from the fire to burn me. He'd throw away my writing and my books into the fire itself. He would attack my face because then no man would consider leading me 'astray'. He said he couldn't trust me. I always believed something was wrong with me and I could do nothing about it." Tears ran freely from her eyes but she did not look away from Erik. He was watching her with concern. "One day he came to visit me at my house and Alexander started yelling at me. He was drunk and he'd just lost a lot of money from gambling. He said he'd been on a loosing streak since he'd met me. I realised that I couldn't take this any longer and I yelled back at him. I told him I did not want to get married and I told him I knew about his affair. He believed it was fine for men to have mistresses. It was the 'classy' thing to do. He began to scream at me and yell at me until he grabbed the poker from the fire. He pushed it to my right arm. Nobody was in and soon I fainted from-," she paused. Her eyes still locked with Erik's. He put his hand on her shoulder and carried on staring right into her eyes.

"You do not have to be afraid whilst you live in this Opera House. Against my will I shall have to let you go because otherwise Monsieur Tordu will begin to become suspicious. However, remember this, I know the Opera House back to front and I will make sure no harm comes to you."

Reinette smiled and nodded.

"I have to go back," she sighed.

"You shall wake tomorrow back in your own room," Erik said with a nod as he stood up. "You must remember our amnesia story."

"I will," Reinette said also standing up. "How shall I know if-?"

"I shall write," Erik said and he turned away towards the door.

"So I won't ever see you again," Reinette said sadly. Her cheeks flushed red as she realised how obviously upset she had sounded. She quickly looked towards the floor trying to act as if she could not care what his answer was.

"Would you like too, Mademoiselle?" Erik asked turning his head to look at her. He thought she had hated him. Maybe she still did but was being polite. However, there was something in her tone. Something he wished he could put his finger on.

"Reinette," she snapped. She flicked her face up to glare at him and saw him staring right back at her. "And yes, I would," she said in a rush. He still watched her and there was an awkward silence. "I thought," she said softly, "that we were…friends?"

Erik opened his mouth and then closed it again. For once he wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Friends," he repeated and then he nodded. "Very well, I shall come and see you in person if I hear of anything."

Reinette didn't know what but her heart fell slightly as he finished this statement. He only wanted to see her if he heard anything.

"Well goodbye then," Reinette said with a nod as he turned to face her.

"Not for long," Erik said.

"What you think I'll be in danger that quickly do you?" Reinette said with a raised eyebrow.

"With that attitude," Erik said. A flicker of amusement ran through his enchanting eyes. Reinette found herself wishing for him to smile properly. Just once for him to grin or laugh.

"Goodbye for now then," Reinette said softly. She held out a hand and Erik took it. They shook hands before Erik turned her hand over and brought it to his lips. He laid a gentle kiss on her knuckles before turning to leave. At the door he turned once again to face her.

"Goodbye Madem-Reinette," he said and he quietly closed the door.

Reinette stared after him and her mouth hung slightly open. She looked down at her right hand and could still feel invisible Goosebumps running up and down her arm. She shook her head. She was being silly. She could only think of Erik as a friend. Reinette didn't know anything about him.

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