My dearest readers,

Hoping your holiday was wonderful, and I'm very much looking forward to the story I have planned for you all. I'm so happy some of you have followed or favorited my story as well as me, and your comments are just, so fantastic, I love them. I really hope I can give you a good story to read, you guys. I'm a super big fan of you all:) I'm hoping to get one or more chapters up tomorrow, so please stay tuned:). I'm thinking I will changed the synopsis for the story as well today, I'm hoping to get some more readers. Oh, and I was wondering what you guys thought of the photo I took for the story cover a couple weeks back? Thank you all, for everything, you make my day whenever I get a comment, follow, or anything really.

(Sorry that was...a super long rant.)

Sincerely,

Your Angel

The warmth of her presence receded. "Get out." His voice shook as he said it silently, in shock almost. The true phantom was him. Whether he was here physically or in spirit he stole away his world, and his happiness always. He looked from his lap to her, to her hand which he still held. He ripped his claws out of his tender palms. Her face grew concerned as it should have.

He got up as his body began to shake, as his face began to redden with rage. "GET OUT!" the pitch was unrecognized by her. She sat trembling, and frail. Symptoms of a feeling he had once wanted to cure from her. Fear.

Her stomach grew sick but she fought her discomfort, and her tears. She walked towards him against every sense of preservation. Grabbing his hand and disarming him momentarily. The hand slid out of hers all too quickly though.

"Order your fine horses now,

Hands at the level of your eye,

Nothing can save you now except perhaps,

Raoul."

"Erik, what have I done? I don't understand." The tears rolled freely down her rose colored lips and warm cheeks. He couldn't see her beauty any longer. All he saw was him.

"Go now!

Go Now

and leave me!"

"Erik, Raoul, you don't understand—"

It sounded like death to hear her say his name against his. It sounded like the last girl to have killed him. He had to stop this all. She had to leave, she had to go. He should have gotten rid of her from the start. She had to go.

"Please, please Erik, just let me speak to—"

She gasped as he slapped her in the face.

"Go now!

Go now!

And leave me."

His voice low, and soft and hissing at her like the demon he was. Like the demon the phantom was.

He slithered away twisted and furious, yet silent and plotting as he moved. She sunk to the floor and sobbed.

What had she done? To deserve him to begin with and to lose him in the end.

The world was a mystery and she was sick of it all. She clasped to her wounded face and thought of when he had kissed her cheeks. Such a short and long time it seemed he had.

She was choking on her grief, the words and tears trapped by their own density. Her voice cackled as she tried to breathe.

She looked around herself. Had it always been this dark? Had she never seen that no light could be welcomed in this sickness? How she wanted to heal him of any bad thought or feeling. All she did was rip open past wounds in them both.

The berry crepes steamed on the counter, and her mouth watered. But everything in this place was his once again, and she was to leave him and his generosity like a hunted animal.

She checked the hall she was going to enter into. It was clear and lonely. She walked towards her makeshift room near the organ, and clawed from the shelf her belongings. His footsteps thudded in her direction, she panicked and managed to only decorate herself with a wool cloak he had given her.

No she could never see him again. She would be gone before he could get to her. Before she melted and lost her will to do anything.

She ran to a passage way and shuddered. She didn't have a clue how to escape from this place. She didn't know anything. She didn't do anything. "Oh my god, what have I done?" She groaned while tears plopped onto the stone floor.

She heard his feet speed up at the noise. The Gondola came into view. She could get out that way, it was bound to lead her someplace. She ran towards the boat, her cloak flying like birds wings. She stood and rowed as silently as she could. Past the only good memories in her life she rowed.

He entered the room to find her few clothes strewn from their place on his music shelf, too preoccupied to see the gondola heading towards the gate.

"Eva?" he called her name like he used to. Like he still loved her. Tears dripped down her body and she ignored the weak feeling in her legs. She was trapped. There was no lever here. She plunged into the water in haste as she located it. Her freedom was across the lake with him, and she had to beat him to it.

"Eva?!" He called again desperately as he heard the splash and saw the gondola. She waded around the deep end she had fallen into before, and moved as quickly as her frail legs could carry her towards the lever, emotional pain streaming down her face.

What had he done?

He ran towards the lever as she shuffled to it. He couldn't let her go. He wasn't going to let him take her. Erik was swift, but Evangeline was determined. They reached it at the same time and the primal nature of Erik shone in her eyes. she saw his twisted, wickedness, in the candle light. She saw a part that could care but was never nurtured enough to. A part that regretted murder, and suffering and fear. That propensity to be good, wasted by the past he clung to.

All he saw was the red mark his hand had made on her face.

She pulled the lever and fled before he returned to his senses, leaving the world blurred by his and her tears. Erik lost the sun and the stars in one moment. Two people ripped from his arms, little to the knowledge of both the father and mother of what grew inside Evangeline's tiny frame.

He watched her row away sobbing as he sat mute and in pain.

What had he done?