Officially my longest Chappie (i know i've said that alot) !! 2,370 words!!!!!!!!!! any way i don't really like how i wrote this chapter but just tell me what you think by reviewing!

Gerik: Hello

Me: umm you're not my Erik

Gerik: -Kisses her hand-

Me: -giggles- I guess you'll do

Gerik:-smiles- i thought so

Well here it is before christmas as promised!

-Isabella-

As my birthday drew nearer, Master left more frequently for business; I began to wonder where he went for all those hours. I usually sat at the piano working on a song I had been writing for the past few months. I waited for the Master to come back so I could show him my work. For some reason unknown to me I craved his opinion. I guess you could say looked up to him almost like a father.

Usually when he came back to the cavern he would listen to my creation and make minor adjustments to the music while murmuring a few brief lines of praise every once in a while. I still had not finished the song yet and I was running out of ideas.

On Wednesday night I went to sleep with butterflies in my stomach, tomorrow was my birthday and I would turn thirteen. In the next room Master was, as usual, mourning the loss of his beloved Christine.

I had noticed that over the past few months the sobs from the next room had quietened ever so slightly. I sighed and then quietly began to hum my incomplete song as if I was singing it to the darkness waiting for the rest of the melody to answer.

And with that my vision darkened as sleep took over me.

I awoke the next morning feeling light and happy. I gazed around me; to me the room looked lighter than usual. I pulled back the covers and yawned.

After I was dressed I emerged from my room to work on my song on the piano, when I found a black case on top of the piano with a note saying:

Music is a gift, use it wisely

Curiously I opened the gift and found a perfect violin placed inside the velvet case. My eyes widened in excitement. I could not wait to start playing; I gently ran my fingers over its glossy surface.

"Do you like your gift?"

I turned to find a pair of yellow eyes staring back. I could only nod; there were no words to express my gratitude. He merely smiled and understood that I was indeed grateful.

He placed his hands on the violin and gently lifted it before speaking.

"It is a beautiful instrument indeed, I picked it out myself and it should fit you nicely so I expect that there is no problem with you starting lessons today" His gaze returned to me, his eyes searching for a reply.

"Yes Master" I said, trying to control my enthusiasm and with that we began our lesson.

I was of course a bit shaky at first but after a while I began to sound at least a bit better. We practiced from early morning until dusk, when my stomach gave a feral growl. The Phantom chuckled "I think you should go eat now" I sighed and put my new violin in its case before I went to the kitchen.

After dinner I continued to practice my new violin long into the night. It soon became my passion and for the next few years it consumed my life.

Paris- 1888

I was sitting in the rafters above the stage, watching the rehearsals below. My eye was caught by the beautiful Mademoiselle Elizabeth Abielle, the new Prima Donna of the Opera Populaire.

She had just recently replaced the old leading Soprano and was by far superior. She had a gorgeous voice as well as a beautiful appearance.

Her fiery red hair was dazzling in the light, her violet eyes sparkling as she sung. Her voice floated up towards me, filling me with many emotions that I can't explain. I sighed as I watched her, she truly was perfect.

Elizabeth's POV

I took a deep breath after I finished singing. That hopefully was the end of rehearsals, I longed to go back to my dressing room and collapse on the soft bed and rest. Everyone started to depart from the stage and I was about to leave when a something fell from above and landed at my feet. I looked down and saw a white envelope, rimmed with black with a skull seal on the front. Curiously, I picked it up and looked on the back to find my name scrawled in red ink.

I hesitantly opened the letter:

Dear Mademoiselle Elizabeth,

Allow me introduce myself, I am the Ghost of this Opera House.

I am glad to say that the managers did something right for once by employing a Prima Donna as talented as you. If I may say so myself, you sing like an angel. I would like you to rest your voice before tonight's performance and remember I shall be watching from box five

O.G

I stared blankly at the elegant script, trying to decipher its meaning. Who exactly was this O.G? And what did he mean by 'he will be watching'?

I shuddered as an icy breeze blew past me. I hurried to my room seeking warmth, clutching the letter in my hand. I placed it on my vanity and sighed. I had heard rumours of an opera ghost haunting this place but I never expected these rumours to be true I shuddered again at the thought that this ghost had taken an interest in me. I gradually put the thought aside and began to get ready for tonight's show.

The show went on without a single mistake; although I occasionally stole a glance at box five wondering wether he was watching me but I reminded myself that there was nothing to fear.

The curtain lowered, everyone immediately moved back to their dressing rooms except me. I lingered on the stage for a long time before finally deciding to retire to my room where I could rest. I opened the door to my dressing room and walked across to my vanity and began to take the pins from my hair before I changed into my night gown.

My eyes wandered across the room, I suddenly caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror across from me, I paused thinking where it came from. I hadn't remembered seeing it before the performance. A memory came back to me of when I first entered the room:

"-and this is your dressing room" a man said entering the room with a woman following close behind. "Merci Monsieur" she said in awe as she studied her surroundings. "There is just one thing" he paused and started to move towards a large object on the other side of the room, strangely it was covered with a grey material, then he continued "we are very superstitious here at the opera house and I ask you – no I beg of you to never remove the covering on this object" he said, his eyes full of concern. The woman could only nod in reply; she did not dare ask what was behind the grey sheet.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror, for some reason I couldn't explain, it seemed to be almost looking back, shaking my head, I walked towards my bed.

I sighed and pulled back the sheets to my bed with a feeling of being watched and quickly fell asleep.

I felt something warm touch my cheek, a voice whispered in my ear.

I could swear I smelt roses, how I dearly loved the flower. I woke up to see a white rose with a black ribbon tied to the stem placed in my hand. I noticed all the thorns had been carefully cut off.

How sweet, but how did it get here? I thought twirling the flower in my hands.

I yawned as I stretched my limbs; the rose still in my hand. I sighed and set the rose on my vanity beside the note.

Christian's POV

I needed to see the Master now about Elizabeth. I walked silently and quickly through the winding tunnels, my strides filled with purpose. For some reason I knew this girl was going to be my life now. As soon as I emerged the cavern I heard the pulsing sound of the organ coming from the Master's room.

I knocked on the door three times, no answer. I knocked a little more loudly, but the music continued to play.

I gave a sigh and returned to my own room and sat at my desk. Carefully, I opened the drawer of my desk, revealing a slightly aged piece of paper. There were notes scrawled across the page, but the notes seemed to stop after ¾ of the page. My incomplete melody. I had long since given up on this piece, for three years I had tried to finish it, working on it for days on end, occasionally stopping to play the violin to calm myself.

"You wished to see me" said a voice from behind.

I carefully placed the sheet in the drawer again before closing it.

"Yes I did" I said coolly, turning to face the Phantom. His yellow eyes were glowing in the dark room. "I wish to talk to you about" I paused; maybe it wasn't a good idea to tell him.

I could tell he was in one of his impatient moods.

"I need to talk to you about the new Prima Donna" I said quietly, I could see the suspicion in his eyes. "I think I might… well I don't know, have feelings for her" I whispered.

I could see the cold, anger flash in his eyes. "And what do you propose I do about it?" he hissed. I knew I should not have asked him. "I don't know" I said but this only infuriated him more.

"Do you expect me to be an expert when it comes to love?" he said, his voice rising with anger. "LOOK AT WHAT LOVE HAS DONE TO ME! DO NOT PRETEND TO NOT HEAR MY CRIES AT NIGHT! WHAT DO YOU THINK I CRY FOR? MONEY? MUSIC? NO!!! I MOURN BECAUSE OF LOVE! BECAUSE OF HER!!!" he yelled and with that he turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.

In the other room I heard crashing sounds. I took out my violin and began to play, thinking of Elizabeth. Before I knew it I had I had made up a sweet tune, I lovingly wrote each of the notes down before looking at my finished work playing through it over and over, thinking of nothing but her and my music.

The performance started in three hours, three hours until I could hear my beautiful angel.

I changed into my best suit and put on a black cloak. I fixed my good mask onto my face, even though I knew I had time. I opened the door to find the Master standing in the door way, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"I am… sorry boy. I did not mean to lash out at you like that" he murmured sadly. "It's alright Master, it was my fault. I should not have burdened my feelings on you" I said in reply.

We stood for a moment in silence

"Is the Prima Donna's dressing room in the same place?" Master inquired. I nodded my head. "Listen boy I shall give you instructions on how to gain access to her dressing room without any fuss to leave gifts for her I assume" he then proceeded to tell me of a two-way mirror located in the dressing room he told me how to get to the other side of the mirror and assured that she wouldn't see me. The only thing I had to do was remove the grey sheet covering the mirror. There was a serious look in his eyes "remember do not use the two-way mirror for sick purposes, I assume you will act like a gentleman and give the lady some privacy" he said sternly. I vigorously nodded, I would never dream of doing such a thing.

Before setting off I thanked Master. I knew I would be late for Elizabeth's performance but still with this new information I would be able to leave her gifts and flowers. I smiled to myself.

I entered box five having set up the mirror, and stood in the shadows listening to my angel sing. I noticed that she looked up nervously at my box a few times, I quietly chuckled.

The curtain closed I found my way into the flower shop and bought a single white rose. A woman at the shop was staring at me batting her eyelashes, I ignored her. My mother frequently told me as a child I would grow up to be very handsome and that my best features was my pale grey eyes. I shook off the memory of her and handed the shop keeper the money and strolled off into the night.

I noticed that the rose still had the thorns; I carefully cut them off so that dear Elizabeth would not cut her finger. I tied a black ribbon to the stem and set off down the secret passageways towards Elizabeth's dressing room. I watched her from behind the mirror; she was pulling out the pins in her hair, letting her long wavy hair fall onto her shoulders.

I turned away from the mirror when she got changed into her night gown and after a while I looked around to see that she was staring at me, well the mirror. What if she could see me?? I started to panic. She just shook her head and turned around and walked towards her bed and quickly fell asleep.

She did not move at all in her sleep, her face peaceful, I knew I could not stay there all night. I quietly slid the mirror to the side and crossed the room towards her. I placed the white rose gently in her hand. I gently brushed away some stray locks of hair from her face. My hand lingered on her cheek for a brief second before I lowered my lips to her ear and whispered

Sleep well my angel.

Ok so there you have it! i got to add a little romance to my story! please tell me what you think by reviewing! um just to be clear Christian is 18/19 and Elizabeth is 17 :)

Gerik: you are so talented Isabella!

Me: awww thank you!

Gerik: you're welcome

Me: -mumbles- Erik would never had said things like that