HEY everyone! Remember me? I am SO sorry it has taken almost a year for me to update! Life has been more crazy than it ever has, but do not worry. RECAP: Addie and the Phantom are in his kitchen, in the lair. The Phantom just found out that Addie has been starving herself to become "beautiful" and exclaims in his rage that "she deserves everything!". The next scene is picking up right where that left off… awkward town. (just a recap since I always forget what stories are about when they don't update in aaaggess) This story will be continued, it will never be given up! So please, please, read and review! One of the biggest reasons I stopped last time was that I stopped getting reviews, so I assumed you all hated the story and started a club for people who hate my plot lines. xD so a HUGE thank you to Megaplus069 who reviewed begging me to continue. And that is the reason I did continue! If anyone here follows my other works, Black and White should be updated soon (that would be my RENT fanfic, if you're into that, you should go check it out!). If you ever wanna talk or anything really, message me peasants! Just kidding. You guys make my life. Please review and enjoy the next chapter..

I don't think awkward could correctly describe the situation I was in now. The Phantom and I both stood, the silence pushing down on us.

"Um…" I choked out. I glanced up at the Phantom, who was pinching the bridge of his nose and quietly hissing out his rage.

"That appears to have had adverse affects than expected, mademoiselle. It was never in my objectives to make you feel uncomfortable." I just nodded and then took a deep breath. I didn't like feeling awkward.

"Thank you anyway. If you meant what you said at all, it would be interpreted as quite the sign of affection- or, er, I mean a compliment. Just something nice to say, you know. Nice things that people sometimes say to someone they like- not like-like, just generally tolerate the presence of- you know, I really think maybe I should go back… up… where nobody can hear my crazy talk.. I'm sure I'm needed on stage. Not that I don't enjoy your presence, it's wonderful to be around you even though you killed people- " I hit myself on the head and spun in a circle. The Phantom raised an eyebrow at me and I smiled a little.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk to me anymore. I've gotten the whole 'freak' thing a lot; don't worry about it, Monsieur." I began walking to the door, but he caught me by the wrist.

"Holy shit he's going to kill me," I held my breath and hoped it would be swift. He spun me around to face him, and he analyzed me with his two golden eyes. I bit my lip and felt my eyebrows furrow in an expression of worrying.

"Pardon me, mademoiselle."

"Yes?" I whispered fearfully.

"You talk too much." Now I was just confused.

"My apologies…" I bowed my head a little.

"I can fix that easily, if you would permit me too,"

"He's going to sew my mouth shut, or duct tape it- oh thank goodness, it hasn't been invented yet. I'm going to end up like that dude on Coraline- my mouth all stitched up in a smile since I speak too often. Great." I almost laughed at my dramatic thoughts. Not seeing anything to lose, I nodded.

He began to lean into me, and I realized what he meant. He was going to kiss me! The Phantom of the Opera was going to kiss me!

His breath was tickling my blushing cheeks and I couldn't help but lessen the distance between us a bit more. His hands brushed my face softly and I closed the space between us.

As soon as his lips touched mine, as soft as velvet, he pulled back.

"No…" He began, shaking with rage. Should I kiss him again? Had I done something wrong? I stuttered for a moment and then reached out to him.

"Was I that bad?" I said, turning my head to the side and laughing a bit.

"Excuse me?" His eyes met mine, now dark and glowing. I couldn't make myself say anything else. My lungs constricted and I could feel my stomach drop. What if he hurt me? If I died here, would I wake up on the steps in the theater all Inception-like? Or would I just be dead? Was I already dead?

In the time while I was literally thinking about my place in the world, the Phantom had grabbed my wrist and held it up, pushing me against the wall and leaning on me. Now, I'm not skinny, and this Phantom- the real Phantom, I guess- wasn't either. He wasn't Gerard Butler, but he wasn't a popsicle stick. He felt skinny but with tight muscles. I, continuing to show my amazing skills at being off topic, wondered how he was so fit. From killing people and stalking sopranos, I would guess.

"Why would you let me do something like this to you?! I dare touch you, how dare I, you let me! I am a monster. A horrific, ugly, monster. Gaze upon the horrors that just dared to touch you!" His passion was emulated in his spit as he made his point both verbally and physically. Throwing his mask to the floor, I tensed up as to make sure I didn't freak out. That would be a one way ticket to wherever I'd go after he killed me.

There were some moments of silence. He lifted his eyes from the floor and met mine. He looked like a kicked puppy, all lost with those now creamy yellow eyes. His expression seemed to beg me for some sort of response- he looked as though even a scream of horror would be nice; in fact he was expecting it.

"I'm gazing," I murmured softly. "Not running." I added. He nodded at me and took the mask, smoothing in on once more.

"Let us return you," He said, his façade of control back once more.

LATER

In my dressing room, I had just come from a meeting with the Opera managers. Apparently under lots of consideration and hardly any pressure from an 'anonymous and concerned individual', they were favoring me for the next Opera. Thrilled, I had practically skipped back to dance rehersal. Madame Giry even allowed the girls to swarm around me as I spoke of what I'd been told.

"Oh, Adalicia! That is wonderful! I'm so happy for you!"

"Très bien, mon cher! Tu aimes chanter." (Very good, my dear! You love to sing.)

"Et je n'aime pas danser!" I said with a laugh. (And I hate to dance!)

Madame Giry permitted this chatter no longer and her cane made a large bang as she slammed it against the ground.

"From the beginning," She said, her words clipped and emotionless. "Tu chantes demain. Dor maintenant." (You sing tomorrow. Sleep now.)

"Oui, merci Madame," I bowed my head and scampered off to my room. I hoped the Phantom would be there.

Flinging the door open, I couldn't contain my excitement anymore.

"Did you hear, Monsieur le Fantôme? Ils parlent! Ils parlent je would play a part in the next Opera!" My languages easily mixed together. I prided myself in being fluent in Spanglench. That would be a mix of Spanish, English, and French. (They say! They say I…) But the Phantom was not there. Instead there was a lumpy, dark purple object on my bed.

"My.. backpack?" I said, confused. It was my backpack from, well, from before all of this. Opening it tentatively, I found it to be packed just as I had last left it. A change of clothes for after swimming, some binders and homework sheets, and my Iphone. I grabbed that in seconds and pressed the home button- somehow my stuff had ended up here and somehow my phone was charged. Frantically I entered my password, Rosebud Sing, the name of a lullaby I sang to little kids when I volunteered at camp, and went to my messages. I would just text my mother and ask what was going on, tell her I was okay… Then of course it dawned on me that I had no service, and wouldn't for quite a long time. At least I could still play fruit ninja, or magic piano. I reached next for the clothes- finally, I didn't have to wear a corset and a long dress (though, I must admit, the style was so beautiful I was almost in heaven). I had a pair of yellow short shorts and a tank top blouse with light pink roses on it. I released my hair from it's bun and spun in a circle, now sporting my new- well, old- clothes. There was a slight cough from the mirror.

Turning around quickly, I noticed an obviously blushing Phantom.

"I bet he's never seen a girl with so little clothes on," I thought to myself, my tongue sticking out a bit between my teeth as I gave my hips a sultry sway. I backed off quickly though, as the weight of my thought impacted me. I didn't want to push him to crumbling.

"I should have…." He trailed off as his eyes hungrily stared at my figure. It began to get more and more disconcerting for me, considering I had been raped a few days prior. But I tried to feel safe with him. As safe as one could feel when they're in the presence of a ghostly murderer.

"Knocked?" I supplied, shrugging my shoulders a bit. How could I explain this outfit? Would he believe me? Somehow, I didn't think it would go over well, telling him that I'm from the future and somehow magically woke up here and that all girls dress this way now, unless you're Mormon. And not that there is anything wrong with being Mormon. After this thought, I remained silent.

"I've never seen clothing like that." He said quietly, standing unmoving in front of my massive mirror.

"It's imported; a foreign style." I made up quickly, passing off the subject by swatting my hand through the air.

"Very well. I believe we have some music to work on, if you'd permit me to assist you." I nodded and tried to contain a smile as his leather gloved hand encased me and we descended once more to his lair. Along the way, he asked me to wait while he undid a trap that had been set up recently, as some men had been prying too far into the workings of the lake under the Opera House. As he disappeared into the darkness, I stood very still. I must admit I was terrified. One false step, he had said, and I would be killed slowly and painfully. To keep myself calm, I began to sing the first thing that came to mind- my lullaby.

"Rosebud sing to the little baby bird, rosebud sing to the sweet morning dew. Rosebud rise along with the sun, rosebud sleep after a long day of fun. Rosebud sing to the little baby birds…" There was a quiet splash a ways off and I froze. Terror made my body become an immobile block, awaiting the danger that lurked in the unknown. Opening my mouth a little, I continued the song. "Rosebud sing your song… Welcome the moon and welcome the sun… in the sweet spring dew, my little Rosebud sings…" Another splash and a strange noise, like a clink of a chain being shifted.

"Sing little rosebud… rosebud sing.." The song was finishing now, and I became more and more paranoid. What if it wasn't the Phantom returning? "Sing little rosebud…"

Very suddenly, two golden eyes gazed down on me and a black cape billowed around me. I felt the ghostly touch of a single gloved hand on my lower back as he pushed me towards him ever so slightly.

"Rosebud sing." He finished the lullaby and retreated from our closeness, taking my hand once more. "Come. It is safe now." And I followed him, listening to the last notes of the lullaby echo through the spacious caverns as I dreamt of the music I would be creating so soon.