Thank you for the wonderful reviews.

So I've been thinking. Who wants to see a new character? Or do you wanna be in here? For a few chapters? I'm redoing everything so adding someone in can work.

Also, you might not like what Abel/Erik is up too, please be aware this Erik or version of him, I'm trying to get crossed is dark, creepy and somewhat in denial. Oh and part of this chapter is somewhat Mature "M" rating if you all must know. It's not too graphic, as I don't know how to write graphic that well, mostly because I'm modest and I want the reader to see the mystery and possibly image themselves…. IDK.

And Serena and Abel will be going through some rough waters, and I know everyone wants an Erik and OC story, but I want Serena, to have a little fun, and be playful, and not have to dive right into something dark. But it will be getting dark soon. I promise you that.

So for right now, it's going to be Kyle and Serena. Sorry people, but it needs to happen before anything else.

Let me know. And always please review I love hearing peoples comments.

Also I don't own the Phantom of The Opera. I said this eariler in the first chapters.


Chapter 6: Frosted Pine Trees


Serena


My bones cracked, stiff from practicing. Stretching to keep my balance, and relax my muscles, I almost tripped. I had been home, now for over an hour, my body ached, I hated it. But then again, what was I supposed to do? I made an agreement, so I had to stick with it. Moving my body from the couch, I looked at the guest bedroom, Christine, she was out again. I tried calling her on her cell phone earlier but she wasn't picking up. "You're probably at work." I mumbled, looking down at my cell phone. What was I to do? I was bored, and completely, music practiced out. And then it hit me, like bubble or balloon popping.

I was going to go down to the creek.

It was a secret spot between my mom and myself, during my early years. I would use that spot to think when I am overwhelmed by something. We found it completely by accident. There were bushes and bushes of different wild flowers, the trees were exact and hung way up high making a cool shade for anyone to walk and sit underneath. The flowers grew extremely fast and bloomed in all of its glory, during the summer season, that place was my safe haven. Thinking back, I started taking my guitar there when I was first writing some poems and singing them aloud. I grabbed my black boots and slipped on my jacket. I was out the door and locking it so fast, that nobody knew I was gone.

It would be good for me to get away, to think about my lost thoughts, trickling my brain. Taking out my IPhone, I plugged in my ear buds and started listening to classical opera. This was something which my mother listened to when she was little. I had been listening to the new improved version of "Beauty and the Beast."

The music entangled my body, sending positive vibes everywhere, if someone was reading my aura it would show happy, excited signs, and also signs of relaxing. I made it to the bridge and while taking out my black hat and putting it over my head; I took out my gloves from my other pocket and planted them on my hands. I didn't have a scarf with me so the jacket would need to warm my neck. I took one step on the icy pathway; the wood probably needed some salt on it. I need to remember to bring a bucket next time and throw it over the entire thing. I walked slowly, over the thick ice coated bridge. My shoes slipping every now and then, which made me glad I had enough sense to stay by the wooden railing. It felt like ice skating, in a sense. But as fun as it was, my careful side still was working its way analyzing everything up until I crossed onto the snowy ground mixed with dirt. It felt good to be on the other side. Smiling I moved forward. Making my way into the forest of trees, there wasn't any sound of chirping birds for they flew south, for the winter. I missed that sound. It reminded me of happy times with my mom before things got tight on financial things.

I kicked a rock moving towards the river bed which was covered with ice, which was thin. I stomped on the end of it, cracks beginning to show, and when I kicked another rock over it, the river bed started to flow; I could see the liquid running complacently under the ice, up the river. So taking my seat on the ground. I watched as the snowflakes decided to fall from the heavens, to all around me. My head twisted to the side from hearing a crack.

"Hello?" I barely muffled making a squeaky sound come from my mouth. "Is anyone there?"

Footsteps mildly came towards me and then a figure emerged from one of the trees, wearing a blue silk scarf, it wasn't someone I expected to see.

"So you're here too? I didn't know anyone knew about this place, besides me…" His words traveled over the wind. My eyes were so wide with shock that I wasn't sure what to say to him. He moved a little closer to the stream which was over flowing with water now, pieces were broken and going down the river. While sitting next to me, on the snow covered ground, he watched as the packets of ice drifted by with me. It was most unsettling.

"So, how did you find this place?" I said to him in a clear voice, and that's when I heard him speak to me with a low tone.


Abel


"Just a little higher, and you will be perfect." Abel, was getting a massage, his one room was dimly light from the oil lamps in the room. And he was flipped on his stomach, getting his back worked on. The feeling of small cold hands on his back was so much better. Even though he didn't have his adhesive covering it, so the young woman working on his deformed back was terrified he was some sort of criminal, or serial killer. "Ah, that's it, perfect."

It was that instant that she needed to put on more oil, but reaching for the bottle, it slipped out of her hands and onto the floor. She scrambled to get it fast. Her heart was pounding. Her blonde curly strands whipped across her face, and the curls ended up sticking to her forehead and cheeks. It was then that Abel turned his head to look at her, sitting up on the massage bed, he legs swayed. She didn't want to look at his face, her eyes, concentrating on the bottle she was trying to squeeze the hell out of. Bending down to her level on the ground, putting his fingers underneath her chin, her eyes being peeled away from the oil bottle, she wanted to scream, he looked horrible. His face, half of his face was distorted. It was unlike anything she ever saw before. Her muffled scream never came; her eyes were showing her fear in her eyes. Abel was impressed; this girl could actually stand her ground. His face resembled that of his shoulders and back, also some of his chest. Looking into her dark blue orbs, Abel made her go into a trance. Her grim look on her face disappeared and some sort of smile was showing through her lips. It was just like he wanted, someone to warm his bed for the night, and he would leave her money, just like he did to the others in the past.

Her quivering hands no longer shaked uncontrollably. Her arms at her sides, she willingly senseless, followed Abel upstairs to his secluded bedroom. His movements were all controlled and calm. Once the door opened, Abel perused his most denied urge. And once the little petite blonde girl was sitting on his bed, he made sure she was of age, nodding she told him, she was 22 years old. So looking outside of his room, he closed the door behind him. And only pleasure was misting in the air, but it wasn't love, this was just the work of an animal within pure lust.


Serena


"I followed you, actually." This surprised me. He was admitting to stalking me.

"You know, that is considered, stalking, right?" His deep rounded eyes looked into mine. As I playfully told him those words, he looked at me differently. This was Kyle, in his insecure stage. Apparently Christine wasn't giving him the time of day. And he just wanted someone to talk to.

"I've been trying to hang out with Christine, I actually like her a lot, but she just isn't biting my hook, if you know what I mean." He said, flat and dry. Actually be reminded me of a robot in a sense. Picking up a piece of snow me molded it into a ball and threw it into the stream. It floated above the water and while, hitting a bunch of rocks; it made its way towards the stream.

"You mean, she isn't taking your bait? Right, in the words of a mere human, in all honestly, I don't know why she doesn't go for you, actually, I'm unsure if she is just afraid, or if it's just commitment issues. She doesn't share that with me. Actually I wish she did so I could give you tips, but secretly of course." I smiled at him; he just stared at the stream. He was seriously depressed over this. He gave me a smirk, I guess me talking to him was helping him out a lot, getting stuff off his chest and all. So doing something unthinkable, I picked up some snow. And crumbling it into a ball, I got up and threw it at him, as the night sky illuminated everything around us. He smiled and started throwing some snow balls back at me. I was hiding behind some trees when I heard the cracking of a twig. Moving to the side I saw Kyle, his figure was behind one of the trees. It was then that I saw his abstract bluish-green eyes, which reminded me of the sea.

"Serena, I can see your hat!" Moving to the side and trying to reach for the other tree, he hit me on my butt. I stopped feeling the water particles dripping through my jeans, causing dampness.

"Didn't your parents ever teach you manners?" I asked a grin fully in bloom on my face. Grabbing some snow I threw it at his running form and he dodged it. I thought he was going to run into me, so I backed up and haphazardly hit a tree root and fell backwards. My back flying, making direct contact with the snow white ground, puffin up like fluffy marshmallow's I felt hot breath on my cheeks. Opening my eyes, Kyle was standing above me, "Sorry Serena, you fell backwards, I kind of just tried to catch you, but it didn't really work very well…" His blondish hair was waving, and because it was semi long, but not as thick, I could push it back with my index finger on my left hand.

"That's okay, it's not like I wasn't having fun while it lasted." I said smiling. Sitting up, I felt an ice cold feeling burn my neck. It was the ice; some snow got into my coat and was lingering around my exposed skin. Kyle noticed my shivering, and he took off his blue silk scarf and twisted it around my neck.

"There, all better?" He said, confidently.

"Yeah, much." I felt my phone vibrate. Taking it out, I looked at the mysterious message from Christine.


Text Message

Dec 21 2012 7:30 PM

Hey, won't be back until sometime later tomorrow. Working some extra shifts at the nursing home.

See you later – Moon Princess.

From Christine "Meg" Garrison.


"Well it looks like Christine is taking up another shift, she won't be home tonight. Which sucks because I was going to take you over to my apartment where she was staying to talk with her." I finished, by putting my phone back into my pocket of my jacket coat. I was getting so worried; Christine didn't need to pick up so much over time. It was unlike her to do so, during the Christmas season. Then her mother and her cancer came to my mind. With a depressed look I looked up at Kyle, his expression was less than happy.

"Well, we could always chill back at my apartment, I have a killer television system and plenty of movies or video games to choose from, are you up for it?" Kyle extended his hand and when I took it something flashed in my mind.

It was eerie the atmosphere, I was standing in water, watching a scene it resembled something, something dark. There were mirrors, and an it felt unbearably hot, like steam was pouring into the room, or was I seeing things? I heard mumbling, something was talking. I looked around, something was tapping. It was then in that darkness I tripped over something.

"Christine… Christine can you hear me? I'm coming to save you Christine." Half alive I looked on the ground, in a puddle of bubbling water now was lying Kyle, or someone who resembled Kyle.

"Kyle?" He couldn't hear me. His kept calling for Christine. And somewhere on the other side of the mirror glass wall, someone was talking back.

"Raoul, you must leave, he will kill you, he already locked you in his torture chamber," footsteps could be heard on the other side. Something didn't seem right…

"Serena, Serena, snap out of it." I was pulled back into the snowy atmosphere, my head was spinning. So much pain. "Serena, can you hear me? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said quietly. "My head, it just feels… warm. And I'm dizzy." With that I collapsed in his arms, I didn't black out, I just couldn't move. It was unreal. So he picked me up bridal style carrying me back to my apartment. Tiredly, I gave him directions and the key to get into my place. Once the door was open he set me on the couch. I was nearly out of it. Until he put something warm on my forehead. It was cool, in this warm air.

"Do you need anything to eat?" He asked, cautiously.

"There is pasta in the refrigerator, just heat it up in the microwave and I'll have that. I made some steamed vegetables as well." Kyle moved like a rabbit, making sure I ate. I didn't know how long I was out after that. I woke up to see that Kyle was sleeping on the chair next to me. His face looked tired and whatnot, and cold. So moving from the other room, I gave him a spare blanket, and put a pillow behind his head. He stirred a little bit, but what was I to do? He needed his sleep to.

Moving towards the bathroom I turned the hot water on, and got some clothes from my room. Wearing a large light green shirt, I got some black slip on shorts to go alone with them. I also then grabbed a green hair tie to move my thick wavy, curly hair behind my head and into a pony tail. Stepping into the water, it made my skin feel fresh and revived. But it also reminded me of that weird dream or whatever it was outside. Then these feelings inside my body made me sick and want to throw up. I didn't know what was going on, but it sure wasn't making me feel any better about the situation.

After I took care of everything and came out of the shower smelling like roses and chamomile, I dried my hair. And put my clothes on. Brushing my teeth, I heard a noise outside in my room. Something was making a thump, thud sound.

I opened the door, the difference in temperature was felt everywhere around me.

Looking over at the light coming from my pocket of my jacket, lying loosely on my bed. I grabbed my phone it was Mom. She was catching up on me once again. So sending her a text message back I nearly threw my phone cross the bed. But then something else caught my eye on my phone, there was a picture message.

I opened it up and the senders name was blocked but all I could see was this picture of a half white mask, and a rose. With a lot of music sheets. But there was something weird about this message, at the end of the script, there was words on the sheets. So emailing this to myself, I decided to pull it up on my screen.

"What in the name of Odin is this?" I muttered to myself.

"What is Don Juan Triumphant?"

I moved my computer screen a little and examined everything about the picture actually in every sense it was remarkably beautiful, but shared this sad atmosphere to it. I took my finger and tracing the mask on the computer screen something was screaming at me in the face, but I couldn't figure it out. I picked up my phone to look at the text message on my phone, but opening the messages, I couldn't find this picture message, "Where the hell did it go?"

"Ugh, seriously phone, this is not a time to be acting up…" I said to myself.

Then looking at the computer screen of my laptop, the picture which was in my email was gone as well. Something wasn't right, here. Something or someone was trying to send me a message, what it was, I didn't know. Seeing more light come into my room, I looked over at a tired, blood shot, eyed Kyle. He rubbed his eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He said, his voice was groggy.

"Nothing, just plugging in my phone," I told him. I closed my laptop and figured I would need to do more digging. But this morning was not a good day to do it. So putting on a smile. I led Kyle away from my room and back into the living room. I set him on the couch while I saw that I ate threw three bowls of the remade pasta my mom made from the refrigerator, and he ate some pizza. Laughing I watched as he went straight back to sleep. I on the other hand took the now empty bowls from the living room and put them in the kitchen and started up the dishwasher. I waited, and looked at the clock, it was nearing six in the morning, sun would be rising soon, so sitting near the window, and I reclined in my leather chair and watched as through the trees traces of red and orange started to show it.

I smiled thinking of summer, as my eyes closed for the second time.


I needed to have a good ending to this chapter, some fluffiness, don't worry, Abel/Erik will have what is his, but in time.

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