*We find PG, Castiel, Sam, Dean, and Genesis entering a clearing where the Readers were waiting. They stared at the old cottage behind the Readers and PG's eyes widen.*

Genesis: *to the Readers* Seems like you were right. There is an old house out here...

PG: But that should be impossible! The Fanfiction Manor and all the worlds surrounding it are part of my Mind and Imagination. I don't remember this place.

Sam: Perhaps we should check it out? Just in case.

*The group slowly heads up the stairs to the front door. It creaks when it opens and Genesis brushes away the cobwebs. They enter a large front room, there are stairs in a far corner leading upstairs, a cauldron in the center of the room with a dead fire underneath it, a dead fireplace with a old fashioned cooking pot, a cabinet full of odd jars and bowls, a chair not far from the fireplace and a chandelier above their heads holding real candles with lightbulb flames.*

Castiel: This place seems to be abandoned.

Dean: *gives the Angel a look* No shit, Sherlock.

Genesis: *Tries the light switch* No electricity.

Sam: *grabbing a candle from a candelabra* Some of these candles are real. *digs in his pocket and pulls out five lighters.* Start lighting some.

*Sam tosses one to Castiel, the Readers and PG. He turns to hand one to Genesis but sees his hand already glowing red from the Materia. Shrugging he puts the lighter back in his pocket and starts lighting candles with the others. Dean suddenly bumps into a pedestal that nobody noticed earlier with a weird looking book on it. He turns to it, opening and lighting his Led Zeppelin lighter and looks over the book.*

Dean: What the Hell is this? A book? *he gingerly touches it* Sammy, this thing is made of Human Flesh. *he taps on a lifted round aria of the book then jumps back* SON OF A BITCH! That book has a freaking eyeball! *He steps closer and flinches back* And it's looking at me!

PG: *head snaps up* Wait! Halloween is coming up soon right? Move over and let me see that book, Dean. If I'm right it might be from a movie I've recently watched, which would explain why the house is here. *walks over and takes one look at the book before gasping* I knew it! *the group turns to her except Castiel who is trying to get his lighter to work to light a candle* "On All Hallows Eve when the moon is round..."

Readers: *finishing as their eyes widen* "A virgin will summon us from under the ground." This house is from the movie 'Hocus Pocus'. *The boys eyes widen realizing their dealing with a Witches curse. They looks around frantically and Their eyes land on Castiel as he finally gets a flame.* CAS, DON'T!

*It's too late and Cas lights the candle and the flame turns black. PG places her head in her hands with a groan.*

Dean: *looking from Castiel to the flame to PG* Uh oh.

*Suddenly the fake flames of the chandelier pop. A soft wind blows through the room as Sam and Genesis move closer to PG and the Readers move closer to Castiel. Dean was just about to head over to the two, seeing the Readers scared out of their wits and knowing Castiel still had 'humanity feelings' issues, when the floor boards under everyone's feet begin to move as a green light shines from below. Everyone grabs onto something to keep their balance. It stops. There's no sound or movement save for heavy breathing.*

Sam: What happened?

PG: *huffs and glares at Castiel* A virgin... lit the Black Flame candle. We're going to have company!

*All the candles in the house light themselves. The fire under the cauldron and in the fireplace come up and knocks the Readers back. A high pitched cackle is heard from outside. Everyone hides when the doors burst open and the Sanderson Sisters, Sarah, Mary and Winifred, enter.*

Winifred: We're home. Oh, do you see, sisters, my curse worked perfectly again!

Mary: Oh, that's because thou art perfect, Winnie. *She the rushes over to the cauldron in the center of the room.* Oh, I knew I left this cauldron on, didn't I tell you? Oh, I knew it.

Sarah: *still standing by the door, she reaches up behind a pillar and brings down a rat tail.* My lucky rat tail! Right where I left it.

Winifred: *raises an eyebrow* But who lit the black flame candle? *Cas looks nervous as he hides behind a pillar with the Readers and both stiffen when he hears Winifred gasp. The witch walks over to her book.* Wake up! Wake up, sleepy head. Oh, I've missed you. Did you miss me too? Come on now, we've got work to do.

Mary: Winnie?

Winifred: Yes?

Mary: I. Smell. Children.

*Everyone hiding stiffens. Suddenly, Cas and the Readers are grabbed by sharp, green nailed hands and pulled out of hiding. The Readers are thrown into the chair and Castiel is tossed onto his knees at the Readers feet. Genesis, PG, Sam and Dean are zapped to the floor next to them by red and purple magic. The sisters are taken aback by the appearance of all six.*

Winifred: Well, this is a surprise. An Angel surrounded by mortals. *She cooks her hip, placed her left elbow in her right hand and placed her left pointer onto her temple* I wonder... which of you was it who lit the candle, hmmm?

Castiel: I was.

Winifred: Imagine, such a handsome little…*has trouble with the word*...Angel. *She brushes her hand across his cheek and he flinched. She then turned to the Readers and, taking their chin in her hand, asked.* Tell me, dumpling, what is the year.

Readers: 2018.

*All three sisters gasp dramatically, placing their hands to their hearts, not noticing Dean, Sam and Castiel grabbing their Witch killing knife, gun full of Witch killing Bullets and Angel Blade respectively.*

Winifred: Sisters, it's been twenty-five years since we were last in the Living World.

Mary: But Winnie, remember what happened the last time we came to the Living World.

Sarah: We turned to dust! *bounces in a circle around Winnie* Dust! Dust! Dust! Dust! Dust! Dust! Dust! Dus- *groans and doubles over when Winifred elbows her in the stomach.*

*Winifred then sees the group trying to escape and zaps them down.*

Winifred: Oh, do stay for dinner.

Readers: *gulps* Um, we ate before we got here so we're not hungry.

Mary: *smirking* Oh, but we are.

*Before anything else can be done or said, Sarah and Mary grab PG to toss her into the boiling cauldron while Winifred held down the others with her magic tossing the Readers back so hard into the chair the pain goes up their spine. PG kicks and squirms until Sam shoots, scaring the sisters into dropping PG, who hits her head on the cauldron and twisting her ankle. The Winchesters and Castiel jumped up and attacked the Sanderson's. While they do, PG is pulled over to Genesis and the Readers. She whispers to the Readers as the man in Red tends her head.*

PG: I'm sorry I haven't been updating or checking on everyone here. I recently got a job as a Substitute Bus Aide but lost my SUBWAY job a month ago. The Manager and her boss didn't want to let me go but their bosses believed I wasn't going at a speed they needed. *Shrugs and winces when she sees Sarah pin Sam to a wall.*

Sarah: Sweet Man. Friend of the Angel who lit the candle, I'll be thy friend.

Sam: Look, lady. I already got a girl. I've never been unfaithful.

Sarah: *pressing up against him* You will be.

*PG growls before grabbing the Magic Materia from Genesis and shooting Lightning at her, making her screech and back off. Sam nods his thanks to her before going back to the fight. PG hands the marble like gem back to Genesis.*

Genesis: Don't do that again. I can tell you have a minor concussion and it's never a good thing to use Materia when you have one. You could have hit Sam.

PG: *nods before turning back to the Readers* Besides that, Trunk of Treats is coming up and, originally, I was gonna have my friends Allison and Merrie and I dress as the Sanderson Sisters in honor of the 25th anniversary of the movie and make our trunk look like the stage they sang 'I Put a Spell on You' while the song played in the background.

*The Hunters and Witches pause in their fight and stare at PG.*

Sarah: Who was going as me?

PG: Merrie. *Sarah squeals softly from under Dean.*

Mary: And me? *Looks up from where she has Castiel in a headlock.*

PG: Allison. *Mary smiles.*

Winifred: I suppose thou wouldst portray me then? *Smiles cruelly when PG nods.* Thou hast good taste.

PG: *Shaking her head.* But I remembered this is Church and I don't think it would be appropriate to dress as Witches, so I'm going as Sophia Petrillo from 'Golden Girls'.

Winifred: *sighs* Pity. *The Witches sigh in disappointment before they return to their fight.*

PG: There's also the fact I'm an Ensemble Member for the Patriot Players production of Annie. So I haven't had a whole lot of time to write.

*The Readers, PG and Genesis look up in time to see the Witches gagged, bound and bruised, their Magic blocked by Enochian symbols now etched onto their wrists by Castiel's Angel Blade. They stand and look over the three.*

Castiel: This should keep them down until Sunrise.

*Sam places salt lines on every door and window around the house as the others walk out and Dean locks the door behind them when Sam finishes and follows. He walks over to Genesis and picks up PG while Dean carries the Readers, whose back still hurts, in a piggyback.*

Genesis: Let's all go back to the Mansion and watch a Movie.

PG: *perks up* The Breakfast Club?

*Sam nods with a shrug as they all head back to the Mansion. The Readers ask Dean to stop halfway.*

Dean: What is it?

Readers: *pointing* Can you read what that sign says, please?

Dean: What sign? *he follows the finger to see a sign on the side of the path. Rolling his eyes he reads it aloud.*

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*Dean finishes reading the sign then looks at the Readers.*

Dean: You can put those rules to good use back at the Mansion. Either way, hope you enjoy the Chapter. *Heads off towards the Mansion with the Readers still on his back.*


Nine:
I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, kneeling on the floor. When I slowly pulled back, I sighed.

"Oh, Erik. You who's seen the worst of mankind, keeps proving you're the better man.' I traced some of the indents on his face.

'~This hunted face
Holds no Horror
For me at all.'

I picked up his mask and showed it to him before placing it on the ground between us. He looks at it before lifting his eyes to me, his gaze holding a question.

'Your Music's Beautiful,
As you are Beautiful!
I wish you could see what I see.'

He stared at me with wide eyes.

'Mask or no you are a Man,
Like any other man.
Never doubt that you are More
Then what this world says you are.
You are a Dream!~"

I placed my forehead against his. Both of us had calmed down a bit and just enjoyed each other presence.

"Erik, have you seen Rosie? She's not in her room and she needs to clean the boxes..."

We looked up, Erik quickly placing his mask back on, and saw Madam Giry standing at the entrance to another passage. Erik cleared his throat, stood up and nodded towards the Ballet Mistress.

"Thank you, Antoinette. I shall lead her up."

Madame Giry nodded stiffly and left the way she came. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed before helping me up and leading me up through the tunnels. When we reached my room I grabbed his hand before he left. "Erik, promise me. Swear to me you won't do something stupid tonight. I don't want to see you arrested for something. Promise me you won't harm anyone. Not even Joseph Bouquet."

His face remained stony and blank but nodded and we went our separate ways.

~Time Skip~
I stood with my broom in the wings, trying my best not to bite my lip. The three looked ridiculous, wearing all that makeup, more then what is usually used for the stage. In pale green, purple and blue outfits and fans I giggled silently as the curtain rose to reveal an 18th Century salon, a canopied bed center-stage. Looking out to the audience, I scanned it to see if Erik was somewhere within it. I looked to the Managers Box and frowned not seeing Raoul there. My eyes turned to Box Five and I rushed out and around to the hidden passage leading up to the box and poked my head in.

Raoul was there.

Sitting in Box Five.

In Erik's chair!

I was freaking out.

"~They say that this youth
has set my Lady's heart aflame!~"

I ran back down and found Madame Giry speaking to the ballet girls. "Antoinette, there's a situation! The Vicomte is sitting in Box Five!" I hissed to her.

She turned to me sharply, followed my finger to where I was pointing and paled a bit.

"He won't be happy about this. Keep an eye out and try to calm him down if you see him."

"~This faithless lady's
bound for Hades!
Shame!
Shame!
Shame!"

The canopy drapes over the bed part and the audience applauded seeing the Carlotta and Christine pantomiming the Countess kissing Serafimo passionately. Christine gasps in shock at being caught and straitens out the skirt and maid cap she was wearing.

Carlotta smiled coyly and sang.

"^Serafimo -your disguise is perfect.
Why, who can this be?^"

Benjamin walked out as Don Attilio, looking as ridiculous as the others in makeup that made the poor man look far older then he really was, a cane in his left hand and a fake hump under his costume on his back.

"Gentle wife,
admit your loving husband."

I wish I could laugh at the craziness on the stage but my eyes were still looking around for Erik. I listened to everything happening around me with half an ear.

"My love-
I am called to England
on affairs of State,
and must leave you with
your new maid.~' he coughed and I looked to see Christine fake dusting while shaking her rear comically, looking over her shoulder at him with a 'Really?' look as he leered and told the audience. 'Though I'd happily take the maid with me."

"The old fool's leaving!" Carlotta said rather loudly, louder then need be truthfully.

I rolled my eyes. 'Attention hog'. I thought and put my broom aside to climb up to the flies, quite glad I was in pants, to see if I could get a better look. I honestly didn't see neither Erik or Joseph Bouquet but they definitely saw me.

"^Poor fool,
he makes me laugh!
Haha,
Haha!
Time I tried to get a
better, better half!^"

I looked down from a wooden walkway and felt my nose twitch. Bouquet is near, I could smell his alcoholic scented breath from here. I felt him heading my way.

"Poor fool,
he doesn't know!
Hoho,
Hoho!
If he knew the truth,
he'd never, ever go!~"

"Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?"

I jumped and my head snapped up to see if I could figure out where he was.

"He's here: the Phantom of the Opera."

The general reaction of the audience was bewilderment at Meg's terrified exclamation. I looked down to the stage to see Christine looking fearfully about her.

"It's him. I know it. it's him."

Carlotta grabbed her wrist tightly and hissed at her. "Your part is silent, little toad!"

"A toad, Madame?' Erik's voice boomed harshly and I could practically hear him smirk at his next words. 'Perhaps it is you who are the toad."

Carlotta gulped uneasily before looking to Monsieur Reyer. "Maestro, da capo, per piacere." Everyone seemed to collect themselves and I continued looking for Erik.

"~^Serafimo,
away with this pretense!
You cannot speak,
but kiss me in my^~ croak!"

A stunned silence fills the audience and I almost trip over my own feet, grabbing a rope to keep me up before snickering. Carlotta is in shock, even as Erik could be heard chuckling darkly, but she regains herself and continues.

"~^Poor fool,
he makes me laugh!
Hahahahaha!
Haha-^~ Croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak!"

The audience laughs as do I and Erik but my eyes widen and I head down to Christine as the Managers came to the stage ordering to bring the curtain in. I come over to Christine and hug her. "Are you alright?"

She nods but I can see she's trembling. "It's alright, Christine. Your safe. Breathe with me. In. Out. In. Good."

I hugged her again and we watched as Piangi ushered the sobbing Prima Donna offstage, while the Monsieurs Andre and Firmin tackle the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize.' Firmin began. 'The performance will continue in ten minutes' time' he suddenly grabbed Christine and brought her out in front of the curtain. 'when the role of the Countess will be sung by Miss Christine Daaé."

The applause was thunderous. I gulped because I remembered Monsieur Reyer telling me I was to play Serafimo if Christine played the lead. We were both rushed to our respective dressing rooms. As I was leaving I heard Andre trying to distract the audience.

"In the meantime, ladies and gentlemen, we shall be giving you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's opera."

~POV Change~

The managers left the stage quickly as it is cleared and music starts again. The Ballet Girls and some Male Ballet dancers hurry out and a sylvan glade flies in. They begin the Dance of the Country Nymphs. Up in the flies, Joseph Bouquet goes about his business, occasionally leering down at the Ballet girls.

"Shame that Rosie ain't dancing.' He murmured to himself before a leering smirk fell on his face. 'I'll catch her next time she's up here and I'll have some fun ins- ack!"

Choking, he looked up into the Malice-filled golden eyes of the Phantom of the Opera.

Erik tightened the rope around the mans neck and, after pushing him down onto the wooden platform, placed his booted foot onto his chest.

"I warned you a year ago to not go near Rosie again, yet you did not listen. So Monsieur Bouquet this is your punishment for touching what's mine!"

Erik secured the rope to the rafter over his head and with a cruel smirk on his lips, he kicked Joseph off of the platform, his body garroted in full view of the audience.

Pandemonium ensued. The women screamed, the men gasped and stood from their seats and Policemen crowd onto the stage having heard the screams from outside. Raoul rushed out of Box Five and ran to find Christine and Rosie, he found the latter first.

"Rosie, there you are." He found her half dressed into her Serafimo costume with her hair half up in a bun.

"Raoul, what are you doing here?' she asked as she pulled on her boots. He walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders. He looked so serious that she suddenly felt nervous. 'What happened?"

"Joseph Bouquet is dead."

Her eyes widen in horror and she rushes of to the stage muttering, "No! He promised!"

Before Raoul could rush after her, Christine appeared, having heard the commotion and rushed to get away from it. He grabbed her wrist and started leading her away, slightly noticing a red rose tied with a black ribbon in her hand. "Christine, come with me."

"No. To the roof. We'll be safe there." She heads off towards their destination, through crowded paths and up narrow, twisted stairs. Neither noticed a dark figure following behind them.

After a while, Raoul, feeling frustrated and worried begins to question Christine.

"~Why have you brought me here?"

"We can't go back there!"

"We must return!"

"He'll kill you!
His eyes will find us there!"

"Christine, don't say that."

"Those eyes that burn!"

"Don't even think it."

"And if he has to kill a thousand men –"

"Forget this waking nightmare."

"The Phantom of the Opera will kill."
"This phantom is a fable."

"and kill again!"
"Believe me. There is no Phantom of the Opera."

"My God, who is this man,"
"My God, who is this man?"
"who hunts to kill?"
"This mask of death?"
"I can't escape from him."
"Whose is this voice you hear,"
"I never will!"
"with every breath?"

"*And in this labyrinth,
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera is there/
here:
Inside your/
my mind.*"

The two finally reached the roof. The statue of Apollo's Lyre had been shined for tonight's performance and from it's top one could see all of Paris. The statue, 'La Victoire Ailee', had also been shined but what the two didn't see was that it hid the dark figure who followed them.

Raoul took Christine by the shoulders and shook her. "There is no Phantom of the Opera."

Christine pushed him away. "Raoul, I've been there
To his world of unending night.
To a world where the daylight dissolves into darkness.
Darkness.'

She then grabbed his arms desperately before leaning against him.

'Raoul, I've seen him!
Can I ever forget that sight?
Can I ever escape from that face?
So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face, in that darkness.
Darkness.'

Both were silent for a while. Raoul trying to process all he was learning and Christine trying to calm down. She then remembered when she first heard his voice and goes into a trancelike state, becoming more and more ecstatic with every word.

'But his voice
Filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound.
In that night there was music in my mind.
And through music
My soul began to soar!
And I heard as I'd never heard before."

Raoul shook his head.

"What you heard was a dream
And nothing more."

She turned back to him and sang sadly.

"Yet in his eyes
All the sadness of the world.
Those pleading eyes,
That both threaten and adore."

Comfortingly, Raoul called to her. "Christine. Christine."

She turned her head to him and started to relax when...

"Christine.~"

"What was that?"

The door leading inside opened and they both saw Rosie poke her head out. "Um, Christine? Madame Giry wants to see you real quick. You can come right back after. We might end up performing the backup show for tonight so you can learn the Countess role."

~POV Change~

It is twilight. That was the first thing on my mind when I poked my head out of the door and gave Christine the message. As I stepped aside and let her through to see what Madame Giry wanted really quick, I noticed a Shadow follow her leaving Raoul and I on the roof alone.

Joseph Bouquet was dead. Seeing my tormentor strung up like turkey was terrifying. It was times like this where I wondered why I loved a man who could so easily commit murder.

"Rosie? Are you alright?"

I looked up at Raoul.

"Raoul?' I asked. 'What would you do if... the one you love broke a promise you asked them to keep so they wouldn't do something foolish? Should you still love them even if you finally see that behind the mask they could be a Monster in Human flesh?"

He looked at me wide-eyed. "Rosie, why would you ask that?"

I bit my lip.

"~When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives within my heart'

I smiled looking over the glowing lights of Paris.

'And when I was sad
He was there to dry my tears
And when He was happy so was I
When He loved me

Through the summer and the fall
We had each other that was all
Just He and I together
Like it was meant to be'

I closed my eyes and smiled, wrapping my arms around my shoulders.

'And when He was lonely
I was there to comfort Him
And I knew that He loved me!'

I shook my head and sighed.

'But as the days went by
I stayed the same
He began to drift away
I was left... alone'

I looked at him desperately tears running endlessly down my face.

'Still I'm waiting for the day
When He'll say 'I will always... love... you!'..."

I felt Raoul wrap his arm around me and let me sob into his shirt and vest while he ran his hand through my hair. After a while I sniffled and pulled away. He held my shoulders and bent his head to look at me. I answered his unasked question with a nod. I walked over to the edge of the roof and leaned my head on the statue there.

"Now I'm Lonely and Forgotten
I doubt He'll again look my way
Or smile at me and hold me
Just like He use to do
Like He loved me...
When He loved... me...'

I looked down not even noticing when Raoul walked over and led me away from the edge of the roof.

'When Erik loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives within my heart
When He... loved me...~"

Raoul handed me a tissue and I cleaned my face up and stepped away. He shook his head when I tried to offer it back. "Raoul? Is it bad I don't feel sorry for Monsieur Bouquet? Considering the fact he has tried to, on multiple occasions, bring me and many other girls to his bed?"

He sighed and hugged me closer, his chin on the top of my head and spoke slowly. "I do not think so. But I believe you should feel sorry that someone decided to take Bouquet's punishment upon himself to carry out instead of letting the Police handle it."

I stepped away when the door opened and I wiped away my tears. Turning to find Christine returning with Madam Giry, the elder of the two looked at me. "Rosie, the Chorus is waiting for your final approval over the backup show. It will be a few weeks before Miss Daaé is ready to play the part of the Countess, so it was brilliant on your part to have the extra show ready. Come, we both have things to do."

I nodded and hugged both Christine and Raoul before heading down stairs. I paused halfway when a cold wind blew by and I felt hot breath on the back of my neck and a gloved hand brushed the back of my neck.

"Why? Why break your promise?"

"I did it for you, My Lily Rose."

~POV Change~
Christine watched the two before she turned back to see Raoul. A moment happens, as their eyes meet. The mood changes. Raoul says, "Christine, come here." And holds out his hand to her. She slowly walked towards him and took his hand, dropping the rose she had held this entire time onto the ground. He led her to the center of the roof looked up to the stars while bringing her into his arms.

"No more talk of darkness,
Forget these wide-eyed fears.
I'm here,
Nothing can harm you-
My words will warm and calm you.'

He pulled back a little bit, keeping his hands on her shoulders.

'Let me be your freedom,
Let daylight dry your tears.
I'm here,
With you, beside you,
To guard you and to guide you. "

Christine stepped away and looked at him in awe before replying.

"Say you love me
Every waking moment,
Turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me
With you, now and always.
Promise me that all you say is true-
That's all I ask of you."

Raoul smiled taking her back in his arms.

"Let me be your shelter,
Let me be your light.
You're safe:
No-one will find you
Your fears are far behind you."

She pulled away and looked over the lights of Paris as Rosie did moments ago.

"All I want is freedom,
A world with no more night.
And you'

She turned back to him with so much love in her eyes that the man could hardly breathe.

'Always beside me
To hold me and to hide me."

He rushed forward and took her hands in his.

"Then say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime.
Let me lead you from your solitude.
Say you need me with you
Here, beside you.'

He got down on one knee and, though regretting not having a ring, proposed to the woman who he knew, even back when he retrieved her red scarf from the ocean, would one day be his wife.

'Anywhere you go, let me go too-
Christine,
That's all I ask of you."

Christine was pulled him up with a giant smile on her face.

"Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime.
Say the word and I will follow you."

The spun around each other for a minute before they stood facing each other.

"*Share each day with me,
Each night, each morning.*"

Christine then looked insecure for a moment.

"Say you love me."

He smiled softly and brushed his hand across her cheek.

"You know I do."

"*Love me-
That's all I ask of you.* "

Ever so slowly they leaned towards each other. Raoul hesitated at the last second but was surprised when Christine initiated the kiss. Unknown to the two, a Shadow had come up to the roof in the middle of the their song. It gave a silent cry of pain as it watched the kiss. Raoul lifted her into his arms and spun her around before setting her on the ground and breaking the kiss.

"*Anywhere you go let me go too.
Love me-
That's all I ask of you.*"

The two kissed again before Christine remembers that she has a part in the backup performance. She pulls away from the kiss and says, "I must go- They'll wonder where I am. Wait for me, Raoul!" She turns and head towards the door.

"Christine,' She turns to him as he smiles. 'I love you!"

She looked at him in awe for a minute before she rushed over to him and took his hand. He spun them around before leading them into the building.

"Order your fine horses!
Be with them at the door!"

"And soon you'll be beside me!"

"You'll guard me, and you'll guide me."

Not two seconds after the door is shut behind them, cracking open just a bit, did the Shadow walk into the light. Erik walked over to the place where they stood before kneeling and picking up the dropped rose. He look at the rose with tears beginning his eyes.

"I gave you my music.
Made your song take wing.
And now,
How you've repaid me:
Denied me and betrayed me.'

He lifted his head, tears finally spilling over, and his lip trembling.

'He was bound to love you
When he heard you sing.~
Christine. Christine." His head lowered, his eyes closed and he brought his lips to the rose pedals. From the cracked door, he heard Christine and Raoul's voices echoing up into the night.

"*~Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime.
Say the word and I will follow you.'

With each word he heard them sing, his anger rose. He gritted his teeth and slowly squeezed the rose in his hand.

'Share each day with me,
Each night, each morning.*"

Taking a shaky and heavy breath, he dropped the now pedal-less stem, rushing to the edge of the roof, and standing on the highest point, Apollo's Lyre, he made his oath, not seeing a Small Shadow standing and watching him from the door, tears in their eyes.

"You will Curse
The day you did not do
All that the Phantom
Asked of you!~"

~POV Change~
I quickly ran from the roof, my dress in one hand and the other on my really high shoes, doing my best not to let my tears fall and ruin my makeup. I knew this would happen, yet I foolishly believed it wouldn't. Panting as I lean on my dressing room door, I tried my best to straiten up and clean up and walked in the room to quickly redo my hair in it's intricate pattern. Once I was finished, I left to the stage to watch and listen as Monsieur Reyer stepped onto the stage.

"Madames and Monsieurs, if I may crave your indulgence for, please? Due to the Unfortunate accident tonight and some other problems, we shall not be performing 'Il Muto' tonight. However,' he cried over the sound of the upset patrons. 'we will be performing a Six Act Musical tonight. Your new programs are being passed out as I speak. In them are translations to some of the songs sung tonight and definitions of People and Places for you to read before and during the interludes of the show. Please enjoy."

I watched as Monsieur Refer returned to the Orchestra Pit and started the Overture while programs were passed out to the audience. It took much rewriting, rearranging and reworking the stage, especially getting pieces of it to rise, fall, spin and tilt, but in the end, Three Parts each holding two books making six in all became the story of a Lifetime!

I watched as Act One of 'The Lord of the Rings' Musical ended with Gandalfs fall against the Balrog. Act Two will begin with a glimpse of Sméagol climbing down the centerpiece before Lothlórien. I put on my shoes and walked over to the silks that would lift me up far into the flies. Getting comfortable, I hummed the upcoming song as I rose into the air.

Looking out from my place, my eyes widened seeing Raoul in the Managers Box and Erik sitting, blank faced in his Box. I listened as a young teen, Marius I believe was his name, who played Sam asked something of Benjamin, who was playing Legolas. "Mr. Legolas sir, Who is this 'Lady of Lothlórien' then?"

"One of the First Born. She crossed the Sea and came to Middle-Earth before the Ancient of Struggle with Sauron. We are greatly honored, for Lothlórien is her Secret Realm. Her Beloved Child!"

"And she wants to meet me?' Natanaël, who was playing Pippin, asked his squeaking voice making people laugh. 'That's Nice! Come on."

~Erik's POV~
At first I was angry they wouldn't be performing 'Il Muto' but realized the show they replaced it with was Rosie's suggestion so I decided to watch. The first few minutes of listening to the Music and seeing effects, costumes and acrobatics I was entranced. According to the program, Christine was playing a woman name Éowyn and Rosie an Elf named Galadriel. I looked up from my program as Benjamin began to sing.

"~+From the west she appeared,
Sunlight and stars in her hair.
In her eyes an undying memory of home,
A land that is magical and fair.

When her feet came to rest,
Deep in a canopied glade,
She lifted her face, and there she danced,
The realm of Lothlórien she made.

Gaze on me Lady of Gold,
Reawaken my slumbering soul.
Beacon of Courage summon me home,
to your haven of wonders untold.+"

Suddenly, the Golden Wood burst into life on stage. My eyes widened as Elves dressed in gold balanced on ropes and some falling to the stage, their feet brushing it before the bungee were attached to pulled them back up.

"*Lórien laurë
A laiqa alcar
O Ehtele lisse
Nimrodel A
Nyére auta

A Lórien laurë
A Lórien laurë

Lórien laurë!
A laiqa alcar!
Orë áro!
Lothlórien!*"

Golden silk slowly lowered from the ceiling of center stage and my breath was taken away by the women hanging from them by her upper back near her shoulders and under her knees, but it was only when she began to sing did I realize it was Rosie.

"Oh child of my heart,
Born of a never ending dream.
You were cradled in light,
Bathed in an ever flowing stream.

Flourish and grow,
my mystical world.
Here you will ever belong.
Son of my yearning,
Daughter of hope.
Beautiful child of my song.'

She pulled the ribbons under her knees closer so she was now sitting up.

'Although storms may descend,
Mountain and valley may quake.
For the days that remain,
This is the promise I make:'

She stood up on high metal shoes when she reached the floor, a fierce look was upon her face before it changed to awe and love.

'No shadow fall across this land,
Before the wind and fire I stand,
And you my child will know no harm,
Enfolded in my arms,
Lothlórien!"

I sat back and shook my head as my breath was taken from me as the silks lifted her, only holding her up by her underarms, and she spun in the air. "Oh, my dear girl! You've outdone yourself!" I muttered under my breath.

"*Garden of Wonder!
Haven of Starlight!
Forest of Light!
Lothlórien!*"

She was lowered to the ground she stopped spinning and brought her arms away from the ribbons and stood tall in the center of the stage her voice echoing all throughout the room.

"Garden of Wonder!"
"*Garden of Wonder!*"
"Haven of Sun!"
"*Haven of Starlight!*"
"Forest of Light!"
"*Forest of Light!*"
"Child of my Heart!"
"*Lothlórien!*~"

The applause was thunderous. Even I stood and clapped in awe of what My Lily Rose had done. However, I sat down slowly, I noticed she seemed to make sure nothing brushed too harshly against the left side of her face.

~Flashback~
"Why? Why break your promise?"

"I did it for you, My Lily Rose."

She spun around and looked at me with tears in her eyes. "For me? Why couldn't you just leave proof of his crimes for the Police to find? Why take his life with your own hands?"

"I warned him not to go near you again after what happened a year ago. He didn't listen so he had to be punished."

"You can't just be Judge, Jury and Executioner for people who live in this place!"

"This is my home and I can and will do as I wish!" I replied, my temper rising as it did this morning.

"At the price of others lives? Erik, You are not God!"

"IN MY OPERA HOUSE I AM!"

She was suddenly on the floor, her face in shock and her hand over her cheek. It came to me then that I had backhanded her. There was red on her cheek and was quickly bruising. A thin line of blood was there as well and I realized that I struck her with my left hand, allowing my ring to cut her cheek.

I stepped forward to help her up, but she scrambled back and ran off. I sighed before, I remembered Christine was still with that Fop. I headed to the roof to see what was taking so long. Surely they weren't up there confessing their love for each other for all of Paris to see.

~Flashback End~

Looking at Rosie now I could see the bruise and cut was covered well enough with makeup so no one would notice. As I watched the rest of the show, I decided to apologize to her tomorrow morning. Perhaps after some heart to heart with her favorite tea and sweets in front of a warm fireplace I could make her understand...

She belonged to Me...