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I hissed in pain as The Phantom cleaned out my wound with a wet, and now bloody, towel. We were in his lair, and the word beautiful wouldn't even be close to the word that would describe his home. It took a resemblance of the one in the 2004 movie, a hollowed out cave or sorts, filled with candles and art. Like statues, and drawings of Christine. And as I looked around the room, I notices that two of the statues were wearing phantom masks. And in the middle of it all, was an organ.

"Ow!" I shouted as the masked man started to wipe disinfectant on my deep cut.

"By the way, this may hurt a bit," he said.

"I noticed," I replied and relaxed.

He sighed and stood up, "It's deeper than I thought. Looks like you're going to need stitches."

I tensed in my chair, "Stitches? Oh, no. No, no, no, no. I am not going to have stitches!"

He walked over to a desk and opened a drawer, "You are going to have stitches or your arms going to come off. Like I said before, it's best if you don't get an infection," he turned to me, with a needle and some string in his hand, "Trust me mademoiselle, I know how to do this."

"I know that. It's just... I've never had stitches before."

He walked to me and knelt down to my level, sticking the needle in a candle's flame, "Don't worry, it'll be over before you know it."

I held my breath and gripped the edge of my chair as he brought the needle closer to my skin, "Brace yourself," he said, "This is really going to hurt."

XxX

I sighed with relief as the Phantom pulled away, thankful that it was over. I looked up as Erik handed me a bottle and a cloth.

"Ever morning and every night I want you to take this disinfectant and carefully rub it on your wound for two weeks. Understand?" I nodded, "Good. Now, in a couple more weeks, I will send you a letter, telling you where to meet me at for when we will remove your stitches. Got it?"

I nodded once more.

"Would you like some tea? You must be exhausted," he said and stood up.

"Yes please. Thank you."

"Good. Stay here," he instructed and left.

I sat in silence and waited, thinking about him.

'Why did he bring me here? Does he trust me enough to keep his secret? Why did he help me? Maybe I'm just over-thinking this.'

I looked up as The Phantom walked back into the room, a cup of tea in one hand, and another in the other (haha it rhymes!).

"Here," he said and held out a cup to me. I took it gratefully and he took off his cloak and pulled up his own chair. I took a sip of my drink, closing my eyes as I swallowed the warm liquid.

"So," the Phantom started and I looked up at him as he pulled my journal out of a pants pocket, "About this."

I inwardly groaned and sat my tea on my lab, "Yeah?"

"I want to know why you drew me."

I shrugged, "I don't know," thinking: 'Fuck he looked through it.'

"Yes you do."

I sighed and sat up straighter, "Maybe, but...gah! I just... couldn't get you out of my head," I blushed and looked away, "Whenever I can't get something out of my head, like a song or something, I draw."

He leaned forward, "But I am no song."

I looked up at him, 'Maybe not to you, but you are to me,' I thought.

"I said a song or something," I corrected him, taking another sip.

"Well, you're really good."

My eyes widened and I started to choke, coughing as I sat my cup of tea on a nearby table.

"Go-od?" I coughed, "S-surely you must be joking."

"I assure you I am not. You have talent. One that not many people have."

"Talent?" I asked, finally calming down, "I wasn't born with talent. I only got this good because I practiced. After all, you know what they say. 'Practice makes perfect.'"

"Maybe. But now, we should be heading back up," he stood and sat his surprisingly untouched tea on the table and offered me a hand. I took it and he helped me up.

"Let's get going," he said and he put on his cloak and lead me back to the boat. He helped me in and then he got in himself, and we started to row away, leaving the candle-lit lair behind us.

XxX

"Well, here we are," the Phantom said as we stopped in front of my door, "I hope you have a nice night."

"You too," I said and started to open my door.

"Wait!" I turned to him as he pulled my journal out of this cloak, "You almost forgot this."

I smiled as he handed it to me, and I took it, grateful that it was back in my hands.

"Good night," I smiled and entered my room, hearing another 'Good night' as I shut the door.

I stood there for a moment, a smile slowly appearing on my face, before I plopped on my bed. I looked down at the book in my hands and smiled a bit more.

'He liked them.'


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P.S. By Birthday is on Tuesday! YAY! I'm turning 16!