A/N: Hello! Thank you all for reading, it means a lot. Sorry for the long wait for an update, I just got on Winter break at my school and I had been really busy prior to it. With concerts, projects, and finals so close to each other, it was a little stressful... But now its passed and I've finally been able to relax :3 Anways, I had a lot of trouble with this chapter and changed it multiple times, trying to make it better. I'm still not pleased with it but I didn't want to rewrite it again and decided to just leave it as it was. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the chapter! Oh so I decided to reply to your reviews after every authors note since it seemed easier...

I hope you all enjoy the upcoming holidays! Enjoy the chapter :D

Review replies:

The Magical Jedi from Paris: *shudders* Algebra 2! Anyways, I'm glad you love the story! And Izzy- she's one of my favorite Ocs that I've made so far... And who doesn't love Erik? :3 Probably a lot but lets not think about them... Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

CodeNameBLOOD: Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy reading my story and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

laughing jill- Awe thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying the story!

Arctic Winters- Thank you so much! One of the best? It's amazing to hear that, I never thought someone would it call it that :D I'm glad that you don't find Isabelle Mary-Sueish (I thought so for a while) and I hope I continue not to. I was actually worried that I might have kept the story to much like the original so its great to see that I haven't. Thank you again and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Isabelle(1st person):

It was quiet as we walked down the pathway, Erik holding my hand firmly but gently. I was on the verge was fangirling horribly but I had it under control for the moment. Him looking back every ten seconds and sending me either a grin or smirk was not helping either. For one, it made me blush, and two, it made me smile widely. I couldn't tell if I was under his trance at the moment but I guessed that I wasn't since I could ask myself whether or not I was.

His hand was really cold and I could feel goosebumps scatter across my arms. And ew! I stepped in something wet... So gross, I didn't even want to know what it was. Damn it, I knew I should've put on my shoes! Erik looked back at me a moment later, and sent me a little grin as we went turned directions and into a familiar looking path. Unlike the other path, it was very well-lit with many candelabras being held up by hands that moved away when we walked past them.

It looked very familiar yet I couldn't place where I saw it before although I guessed I saw it in the movie. Most of my memory of the movie was still gone so I guessed this was another thing I forgot about. I couldn't think about it any further because I began to hear a hauntingly familiar melody begin to play and I felt the urge to sing.

"In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me and speaks my name

And do I dream again? For now I find

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside my mind!"

We were walking down stairs as I got to the end and Erik looked back at me with shock in his sea-blue eyes. But his shock only lasted a moment and his smirk reappeared as he grabbed a lantern off a hook on the wall and began to sing his part.

"Sing once again with me

Our strange duet!

My power over you grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me to glance behind

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside your mind!"

I saw a black horse up ahead and I remembered that his name was Caesar. Smiling as we got to the horse, I rubbed his nose and cooed softly at him. A few moments passed before I felt strong arms lift me up and on the horse. I looked over and saw Erik pick up the lantern again as he led Caesar down the path. I watched with tilt of my head before we continued to sing,

"Those who have seen your face

Draw back in fear

I am the mask you wear-"

"It's me they hear!"

We began to sing together, our voices in harmony,

"Your/My spirit and my/your voice

In one combined

The Phantom of the Opera is there/here

Inside my/your mind!"

As we got to the small dock, Erik helped me down from the horse and guided me to the gondola. He gently helped me get in before he grabbed a long black pole and pushed off. The sound of water gently hitting the gondola was soothing and I nearly jumped in surprise when I heard Erik begin to sing.

"In all your fantasies, you always knew

That man and mystery-"

"Were both in you!"

I finished for him and I looked behind me to see that he looked surprised before his lips twitched up in a smile. A moment later, we began to sing together again.

"And in this labyrinth

Where night is blind!

The Phantom of the Opera is there/here

Inside my/your mind!"

I looked around in awe, looking at elegantly sculpted walls and everything in between. It looked amazing, I wondered how Erik did it himself or if he found it like this.

"He's there, The Phantom of the Opera!"

I sang as we approached a covered gate. As he got nearer, I saw one gate go up before the curtain behind it lift before the gate itself slowly started to lift as well.

"Sing, my Angel of Music!"

I did as Erik said and I began to sing, going higher and higher when he commanded. I watched as candelabras came out from the water, their candles somehow lit brightly

"Sing, my Angel!

Sing for me!"

I continued to sing as we went through the gate and approaching the land of his home. Oh god his home looked amazing!

"Sing, my Angel

SING FOR ME!"

I went the highest I could and held the note for as long as possible, and when I finished, I was out of breath. I panted softly as I watched Erik get out of the gondola and lean his pole against the wall before taking his coat off, throwing his hat to the side. He walked a few feet before turning to me, gesturing to his home as he sang.

"I have brought you

To the seat of sweet music's thrown."

He walked up the steps that lead to his organ, standing in front of it and he looked at his instrument.

"To this kingdom where all must

Pay homage to music!

Music!

You have come here

For one purpose

And one alone!"

He looked back at me, catching my eyes with his as he continued to sing.

"Since the moment I first heard you sing

I have needed you with me

To serve me, to sing

For my music...

My music"

I heard the music slow down and I imminently recognized the melody of the song. It was one of the few songs that I remembered and this scene was one out of few that I remembered. The only other scene that happens soon that I remember is when Christine takes Erik's mask off.

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses

Abandon their defenses!"

Erik had slowly approached me as he sang and he stood in front of me, holding his hand out for me to grab. I slowly stood up and grabbed his hand, letting him help me out the boat. I looked up at him with wonder before it finally hit me. I was there, down below the opera house, with Erik- The phantom. It wasn't just some dream or fantasy, I was actually there and he was singing the song that he was supposed to sing to her. Not me! And I didn't know how I felt about that. But I told myself not to think about it and to try to not ruin the moment.

"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor

Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender."

As he sang, I couldn't help but stare at him with eyes narrowed in thought. I was still a little confused as to why Erik was the only one who didn't look like the actor that played him in the movie, not that it bothered me mind you, but it was simply confusing. Suddenly, I jumped as Erik gently yet forcefully pushed my face to the other side so I wasn't looking at his masked face.

"Turn your face away from the garish light of day!"

He unintentionally (I think) moved my face so I was looking up at him again, this time closer to the unmasked side of his face.

"Turn your thoughts away from cold

unfeeling light."

When he realized what he had done, his eyes widened and he quickly began to walk to the stairs that lead to his organ, me trailing after him.

"And listen to the music of the night!"

His eyes darted to the side and I caught where he was looking, turning to see what he was looking at. I turned to the side and saw what looked like a little replica of the opera house stage and in the center was a little doll version of me in the dress that I had worn before.

Erik turned around and hurried up the steps while singing,

"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!"

He turned back sharply, instantly catching my gaze.

"Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before

Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!"

I closed my eyes as he sang the last note softly. I felt a weird sensation, as if I was free and at peace. It was refreshing and I welcomed it, never having felt that way before. I waited a few seconds before reopening my eyes and I saw that Erik stood right in front of me. He smiled as he held his hand out again,

"And you'll live as you've never lived before."

As I accepted his hand, he began to lead me up the steps that he had previously been standing on.

"Softly, deftly, music shall surround you

Hear it, feel it, closing in around you!"

Erik's face was close to mine as he sang, I could feel his warm breath on my forehead as he leaned down. Oh god I could feel myself blushing, I hoped he didn't notice it but his smirk told me he did. Nothing escapes him... He leaned away as he continued to sing.

"Open up your mind

Let your fantasies unwind

In this darkness which you know you cannot fight

The darkness of the music of the night!"

He slowly walked behind a row of candles set on the table, his eyes never leaving mine. I swore, by the end of this night, my cheeks were going to be permanently red.

"Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before

Let your soul take you where you long to be!"

My eyes slid shut as the powerful note rang out, enjoying the echo it left.

"Only then can you belong

to me..."

I opened my eyes when I heard Erik's voice right in front of me. He was looking at me with hope in his eyes as he slowly brung his hands to my face, letting his fingers trail down my cheeks softly. And once again, I blushed darkly but I didn't make any objections to him touching me. I saw a glimmer of joy in his eyes when I didn't push him away and he gently grabbed my shoulders. He turned me around and pulled me close so our bodies were touching, my back against his chest. Thank god for my self-control that helped me not fangirl.

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication."

My head was resting against his shoulder as we swayed side-to-side, his hands slowly traveling down to my waist and then to my hips before one of his hands rested against his stomach and the other grabbed my hand. He was leaning his unmasked cheek against mine and I could feel that his lips were pulled up in a joyful smile.

"Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation!"

Erik brought my hand up to his masked cheek before realizing what he did and he quickly turned around so he was facing me. His hands were slowly curling over my own as he smiled at me, causing me to blush horribly. He gently tugged on my hand for me to follow him.

"Let the dream begin

Let your darker side give in

To the power of the music that I write

The power of the music of the night!"

Erik led me over to a red curtain, still smiling brightly at me. I could now fully see the bright joy in his eyes that was mixed with hope and another emotion I couldn't decipher. As we stood in front of the curtain, he gently pushed a part aside and nodded for me to take a look. I smiled at him before turning to look and I froze when I saw what it was.

It was a mannequin that looked just like me (in my opinion the eyes looked to pretty to be mine) in a wedding dress that, I admit, was beautiful. Oh god I didn't know what to do or how was I supposed to respond. Was I supposed to freak out and go ninja on him? Or was I supposed to laugh nervously? Get him under a sense of false safety, then when he least expected it, punch him and make a run for it? But then I remembered what Christine did- She fainted! That's what I was going to do!

I slid my eyes shut before I went limp. Erik, thankfully, caught me and held me close to his chest. I could feel him begin to walk slowly and a moment later, I felt him rest me on something very soft. It took me all my willpower not to shiver when he ran his finger along my jaw.

"You alone can make my song take flight

Help me make the music of the...

night..."

I felt Erik slowly move away from me and I only opened my eyes when I heard the organ softly being played, as if not to wake me. I looked around and saw that I was in the swan bed with the black curtain pulled down. Leaning back against the soft pillows, I closed my eyes and thought about what just happened.

Erik liked me the same way that he had liked Christine, I could tell by obvious signs. I didn't know if I liked that or not... Don't get me wrong, I like Erik and I've had the biggest crush on him since I first saw The Phantom of the Opera years ago but I didn't want him to love me if he didn't even know me. I felt like he was only obsessed, not in love. And if he wanted to have something with me, whether it be friendship or romance, he was going to have to get to know me and let me get to know him.

That shouldn't be too hard! I smiled softly as I came up with a plan that I would act upon once I woke up. Letting a soft yawn come out, I turned on my side and borrowed my head in the pillows. I fell asleep to the sound of the organ playing a beautifully soft song.

Emma(3rd person):

The stars shinned brightly against the dark sky, dark gray clouds barely visible in the mess of darkness. Emma sat at the edge of the roof, her feet dangling over the side. She knew it was dangerous to be at the edge of the roof where she could easily fall but she was enjoying the view too much to care. A soft sigh passed through her lips as she closed her eyes and savored the cold breeze that ruffled her hair. Her honey-colored eyes snapped open as she heard the roof door open and she turned to see a worried looking Meg and Christine walking over to her.

"Is something amiss?" Emma asked, turning her body and jumping to the ground. She patted down her rising dress before walking over to them. "You two look worried..."

"Isabelle was supposed to come to dinner with us but she never showed up," Christine explained. "Raoul went to go get her up when he got there the door was locked and he couldn't get it open."

"He said he heard a male voice singing to her but he didn't know who it was," Meg continued. "Before he could break open the door, my mother came and told him that she was safe and not to worry." Meg frowned, "we're still worrying though... Especially Wilhelm... We thought maybe you've seen her."

"The last I saw her was when I left to go see Archer," Emma shook her head. "Do you think we should check on her?"

"The door is still locked," Christine reminded.

"There's a key ring in the storage room for the maids," Meg told them. "We could go get it from there and head to the Prima Donna room to see if she's okay."

The three headed down the stairs and made their way to the storage room. It was, thankfully, empty and they quickly grabbed the key ring before heading over to the Prima Donna room. Emma looked around for a sign of someone coming and when she saw no one, she told Meg to open the door. Meg quickly unlocked the door and the three headed in.

"Isabelle?" Meg called out softly, shutting the door behind them.

"I don't see her," Emma whispered, looking around the dark room and not seeing a sign of her friend. She looked over to the bed but she saw that it wasn't even touched, the covers not creased or moved in any way. "I don't know where she could've went, even her shoes are still here!"

"I think I see something!" Meg exclaimed before being hushed by a startled Christine. "Sorry... Look at the mirror! It's slightly open..."

As Emma walked up to it, she saw that Meg was indeed right and she slowly pushed it open. Her eyes widened as she saw a dark corridor that was wet and filled with spider webs.

"I don't think we should go in there," Christine shook her head, her eyes filled with worry. "We'll get in trouble..."

"Isabelle must be down there, we have to go see if she's okay," Meg said. "I don't know about you two, but I'm going!"

"I'm with you," Emma nodded.

"How do we know that the Phantom isn't in there?" Christine's eyes were still large with worry. "He could get mad at us for trespassing and then kill us!"

"We'll be fine, Christine," Meg promised. "Remember what my mother always says? Just keep your hand at the level of your eye and you'll be fine! Now come on!"

"Fine!" Christine sighed in defeat before following Meg and Emma into the mirror. They walked in slowly, being mindful to the puddles and the rats. Emma was leading while Christine was in the middle with Meg at the back. The three weren't far in when Meg let out a small scream when a rat ran by her foot, making Christine let out her own scream while Emma turned around quickly, her eyes wide with terror.

"Sorry! It was only a rat," Meg apologized as she saw her terror-filled friends and looked down guiltily.

"You almost made me have a heart attack," Emma sighed in relief. "Now we should hurry up, we don't know what are screams could've attracted."

"Indeed," a sharp, angry voice said from behind them. This time, all three screamed and snapped around, turning to see that it was only Madame Giry. Her mouth was set in a firm line and her eyes were filled with anger. "Now, all three of you, come with me now!"

"Yes, Madame(mother)," all three murmured before following the woman back out of the mirror. Madame Giry was silent as she closed the mirror and turned to look at her ballerinas.

"You three are to say nothing about this mirror," Madame Giry said sharply. "Not a word... In fact, you're going to pretend like this never happened! Don't say a word of this to Isabelle, Wilhelm, or the Vicomte! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Madame(mother)," they nodded their heads before following Madame Giry out of the room and returning to their dorms.

"That turned out great," Emma said sarcastically as they walked into the dorms and made their way to their beds. The honey-eyed girl groaned in dismay as she saw Joseph Boquet in the middle of the room, scaring the other dancers with a description of the Phantom.

"Like yellow parchment is his skin!

A great black hole served as a nose

That never grew.

You must always be on your guard

Or he will catch you with his magical lasso!"

Emma let out a scowl as she listened to Boquet sing and scare the other ballerinas. She turned to see the stage hand pull his noose over a girl's shoulders and pull her close to him. Not a moment massed before she saw Madame Giry walk in, glaring at Boquet as she took the noose away from Boquet and let the girl go off.

"Those who speak of what they know

Find to late that prudent silent is wise

Joseph Boquet, hold your tongue!

He will burn you with the heat of his eyes!"

Madame Giry slapped the stage hand, ignoring the gasps that the ballerinas let out.

"Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!" She pulled the noose over his head and tightened it, but Joseph's hand stopped it from choking him. Madame Giry glared at him one last time before walking out, telling the dancers to go to bed and for Joseph to leave. Emma, Meg, and Christine all shared a look before reluctantly going to bed, hoping that Isabelle would be back by the morning.