Hey guys and yes I give you guys' permission to scold me, sorry for the late update, my computer has been acting like a real butt and my poor puppy was sick, but she is well. I will now free you from your prison and give you what you want. CHAPTER 10 OF THE PHANTOM WASN'T ALONE! YAY! And I thank all my new followers; I hope I get to read what you think about the story. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA OR THIS SONG!

Sara's point of view

This boy looked at me with eyes of interest. I felt very uncomfortable and his grip on me was unusual. When it was time to switch partners, he would always keep me beside him and made the other dancers get bumped into on another.

I was getting a little scared, his hand a on my waist, so uncomforting. I tried to get away from him in a polite manner, but successfully kept me by his side. When the music sung, I pulled away and walked away from him, I had never in my life been so uncomfortable. I tried to keep my mind off of the boy but something about him was very odd, his eyes looked very familiar. I wanted to believe it was Phillip.

"Sara." I heard Meg call out. I looked to find her with the same boy by her side. "This handsome boy would like to speak with you."

The boy still had his mask on and I did as well.

"Mademoiselle, I would like to speak with you." he looked at Meg. "I would like to speak with you alone, if that is alright."

"Oh, no problem." And with that, Meg smiled and happily walked away and danced once more.

The two of us stood there in awkward silence. I began to lean on a wall and so did the. The way his masked reflected in the light and the way he looked at me.

"So, what are you supposed to be, beautiful?"

"Excuse me?" I silently said under my breath. Why is he calling me beautiful? To me, he has no right to call me that, I don't even know him, or do I?

"If I may, you look rather exquisite, and very beautiful." He said as he scooted closer to me. "Your courter must be a very, very lucky man."

I stood straight up and gave him a very stubborn look. "I'm so very sorry, but I am not being courted by anyone. Now if you will excuse me, I will be on my way."

"Wait!" he cried, and as soon as I turned my head to look, I bumped into some gentleman and fell down to the cold hard floor. But I was caught, by him. The way our eyes met gave me chills down my spine, but they were different chills. They felt as if I was with Phillip again, they way he held me and helped me up, could he be Phillip?

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes…I'm …fine…" I couldn't get the thought out of my head. Could this boy be the love of my life? There was only one way to find out! I took his hand and asked him to come with me. He agreed and I led him to the opera staircase. Surely Erik, or any other person, could find us. The expression in his eyes was filled with confusion and I was feeling the same way too. If it did this, then there would be an awkward moment for the both of us, but I had to do it.

"Do you mind if I see who lies behind this mask?" I asked with hesitation. Even though this was a masquerade, I had to see who this was.

"Whatever for?" "Please, I must know." He gave a long heavy sigh and nodded. I reached my hand to his face and pulled up the black and white mask very slowly. I didn't think I would actually do this, but I did, and when the mask was finally off, I gasped. It was Phillip! I couldn't believe that he was here! I have been so lonely for so long and I have finally found him again. He was there in front of me, oh how I missed him!

"Now," he said. "I believe it was my turn." And with that he slowly reached his hand out to my face and, like me, slowly pulled my mask off. His eyes went wide and he immediately grabbed my waist and held me up like a child receiving the best birthday gift in the world. "Sara! My beautiful, Sara! I knew that it was you!" he twirled around and let go of me. "The love of my life, I was so miserable all these six long months, and now, we meet again."

We both embraced and I began to cry. "Oh, Phillip, I missed you so much, I too was miserable without you. I cried to the angels of heaven every night. I am so sorry for not coming with you to the ball, I regret rejecting your invitation, and I am very sorry for making you feel this way! Please, can you ever forgive me?"I continued to cry in his arms and he continued to hold me close to him.

"I was never mad at you, and never will, our love is too powerful, and thus, it has forbid me to ever be mad at you. I love you too much, and I have something to ask you."

"What is it?" I asked.

He kneeled down to the floor and took my hand and with his beautiful eyes he spoke.

"Sara Chapa, I know we are young and we are in love, but i love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." I covered my mouth with my other hand and I gasped. "I guess what I'm trying to say is-"

Without another word, I heard the music stop and I looked over to find Erik, in his read death costume. He held his opera book with him and the people stood there with fear. There was a silence and without another move, Erik sang.

"Why so silent good monsieur,

Did you think that I had left you for good?

Have you missed me good monsieur?

I have written you an opera!"

Erik threw the book onto the marbled ground. I couldn't believe how frightening Erik could get. He gave chills down my spine. His voice was so demanding and evil. Phillip came behind me and held me close to him. He is protecting me, how caring and romantic. Sara, stop it! Back to Erik and the frightened guest!

"Fondest greetings to you all,

Just a few reminders just before rehearsals start,

Carlotta must be taught to act,

Not her normal trick of strutting round the stage

Our Don Juan must lose some weight,

It's not healthy in a man Piangi's age,

And my managers must learn,

That their place is in an office…not thee arts."

He then turned to Christine, who was wearing a pink dress. And to my surprise, the fob was not with her.

"As for out star, Christine Daae

No doubt she'll do her best—it's true,

Her voice is good,

She know though should she wish to excel,

She still has much to learn,

And will pried let her return to me,

Her teacher…her teacher…"

Both souls looked at one another and slowly walked up to each other with hesitation. Erik face was looking down to her chest and with his hand he grabbed a chain from her neck and ripped it from her neck!

"Your chains are still mine! You belong to ME!"

Christine backed away and ran out of the opera house, along with the other guest. Erik soon ran up to the center of the stair lobby and soon disappeared into flails! Without Phillip knowing, I released myself from his embrace and ran up to the stair case. My hand was soon caught by Phillip.

"No, where are you going now?" he asked.

"I have to go again, please, I need to!" I cried, I tried to release myself but his grip was strong, but not strong enough to hurt me.

"Is it because of your father, does he forbid me to see you?!"

"No!" I managed to make him let go. "I have to go, fair well my love." I placed a small kiss on his cheek, making him blush. I didn't wish to go the dressing rooms so I jumped down the hole where Erik had fallen into. And I made sure no one saw me. I ran through the cellars and halls and caught up with Erik.

Erik's Point of view

I was on my way to retrieve Sara from the dressing rooms. I heard a small sound that sounded like huffing and puffing from someone. It grew louder and louder. The sound soon reached up to corner and revealed itself to me. it was Sara, her hem was covered in dirt stains and he was panting like a wild beast. Why was this foolish girl running? I told her to meet me by the dressing rooms.

"Hey, Erik, how's it going? Good? Good…" she was breathing absolutely hard; it made me smile for a bit. I guess she must've had too much fun at the ball.

"Girl, what were you doing?" I asked. "Didn't I tell you to meet me by the dressing rooms?"

"Yes, I know, but I wanted to try the mirror room that you build."

"Ahhh, I see, and you haven't been with that boy, have you?" She gave me a smile that told me that she didn't and I believed her. I trusted her, and still will.

xXx

We were almost to the lake; I had a bad feeling in my gut that someone was following us, and I did not like it! When we were about to get on the boat, there was a small crack in the corner of the cellar. I told Sara to hurry and get on the boat. She did as told and I started to walk around the hall. There was no one. I heard a loud splash in the water and I turned my body to see if Sara fell. She didn't, but she was looking down at the water. She had her mouth covered like a something had shut her up. As I walked to the edge of the lake, there was a huge splash in the water. I fell down to the ground and found a boy standing over me. It was that damned boy, Phillip! How did this stupid boy get here?!

I looked at Sara; she had tears going down her cheeks and was speech less. Phillip was holding a small knife in his hands and he held it in front of my face, who did he think he was?!

"Monster, I command you to release my love from her prison and to leave us alone!" this boy, he had anger like me.

With my foot, I tripped the boy and made him fall to the floor. I took the knife from him and pinned him to a wall. I held the knife close to his neck. "Mousier, this will be the end of you!" I shouted with anger.

I was ready to stab this boy on his neck until he punched me in the rib and managed to push me away. He began to run to the boat I soon grabbed him by his arm and shove and push him to the ground! Now I was standing before him like before. I threw the knife into the lake and I pulled out Punjee from my red coat and quickly tied it around his neck. As I was about to pull, I heard a pleading cry from Sara!

"NO!" came up behind me and with the knife she sliced Punjee in half, saving his life. When the boy landed on the ground with Sara over him…she was protecting him! She was crying and the two laid there holding each other for dear life. What was I doing!? I almost killed someone, and Sara, she was protecting him. How could this be? Was I becoming more of the monster that I was, was I wanting to kill again? God, why was I cursed?!

I stood back from them; I dropped what was left of Punjee and slowly backed away. Sara's eyes were filled with horror and worry, and I couldn't bear to look at them, she made me feel guilty and discussing! I love Sara, and I never wanted anything to happen to her, I never want to see her harmed or unhappy. And now, I have hurt her, in her heart she loves two men. She loves me as her friend, and she loves this boy like none ever. Was I tearing her happiest apart? Oh god, if I was, I didn't want to anymore. She has made me love her like a daughter, and that what she was a daughter! Phillip stood up and took Sara's hands.

"Come, we must hurry, this monster will kill us if we don't!"

"No, I'm not leaving my father behind, Phillip."

"What?" he cried. I was surprised as well, she called me father. What? was I a father to her all this time?

"This is your father? The Opera Ghost is your father?" She gave a deep breath.

"Yes, he is." She turned to face me, her eyes still covered in tears. "Erik, I'm so sorry, I never wanted this to happen." She came up to me and took my hand. I was silent; I didn't know what to say.

"Sara, please, come with me." Phillip said with a tear going down his eye.

"Phillip, I love you, but I must stay here."

xXx

When we came back to the lair, I was upset. I stayed in my room and cried like a child. What was happening to me?! Why was I feeling like I had to do something?! I sat there on my bedside with my head bent down and tears dropping down my face and hitting the cave floor. I was miserable, what I just witnessed was something real. I heard a knock on my door and when I didn't answer, the door opened. It was Sara; she was wearing her white night gown. She was still in tears, but they were small tears. I sniffed and I heard her sweet voice.

"Erik."

"Yes, my dear?"

"I can explain—"

"Sara, I do not wish to hear anything. What I just saw out there was something I couldn't even imagine—"

She came to me and sat next to me. She wrapped her arms around me and started to cry even more. As she cried I began to cry a little myself.

"Erik, I didn't mean to cause you so much pain. I wished I didn't disobey you, I didn't mean to!"

"Stop it!" I said in a firm tone. I embraced her as well. "Yes, you did disobey me, but that doesn't matter right now. I was just worried for you! I have seen so many things happening to girls like you in my opera house. The way men treat them. I just didn't want you to end up like them."

"But Erik, I love him, and he loves me too…" I was afraid to ask how. But I knew she would answer me in a weak way. She was very determined that he loved her. And she might be right and she could be wrong…

"Yes, I hope he does, my dear, I hope he does." I cooed. I couldn't that I was doing this. I felt so horrible for doing this. Why couldn't I have killed the boy? I don't understand what was I doing, what was I thinking? Sara has done something to you! No, she has showed me something today. And she has, she has showed me love, something that has been haunting me for a long time. I guess the only love I felt was my love for Christine. I still love her and will find a way to get her to be mine!

"Erik." Sara looked up at me with her beautiful hazel-red eyes. "I haven't heard you sing in a while, can…you sing me a song…please?"

I smiled and tucked her dark brown hair behind her ear. "If it makes you happy."

"Mmmhmm, Thank you," she whispered.

I didn't know what to sing, but I made up something just for her.

"No one would listen,

No one but her

Heard as the outcast hears…

Shamed into solitude,

Shunned by the multitude

I learned to listen;in my dark my heart heard music

I long to teach the world

Rise up and reach the world

No one would listen

I alone could hear the music

Then at last,

A voice in the gloom,

Seems to cry 'I hear you',

I hear your fears,

Your torment and you tears,

You saw my loneliness,

Shared in my emptiness

No one would listen,

No one but her,

Heard as the outcast hears"

When I looked down at her she was asleep in my arms. Her breathing was slow and calm. She looked so adorable when she slept. Without waking her up, I picked her up bridal style and walked to her room. I laid her down on the sawn bed and looked at her. She was something, alright. She was someone who really understands me. I looked down at her and took her hand, warm and soft.

"No one would listen,

No one but her,

Heard as the outcast hears…"

Before I left, I gave a small kiss on her hand and looked at her. She was now my world, she was special, and she was now my daughter…

OMG! I don't know what to say about this chapter… but wow! Erik almost killed Phillip in front of Sara. Am I the only one who finds that messed up? No, just me? Fine... Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter and please review and tell what you like. The reviews keep me going and so do you! Have a nice day! Spirit of the Opera