De-ja-vu

A/N: Well I was planning on putting Lucy in this chappie but it seemed too soon D: Pardon me if you were looking forward to her meeting with the Phantom, but it will probably happen during the next chapter :D Sidenote to some of you:

IrelandSavage: Obviously, he didnt tell her how he felt...he just made things worse hehehe ;D

Sakura Neko-Chan 13: Honestly I didnt think they would fight back due to them realizing that he actually did exist. I mean if it were me I would have fainted upon seeing that he was real, I dont think punching him or kicking him would have come across my mind but they did fight back a little when they were escaping from the roof (Jack tackling him, and Monica trying to choke him) XD As you will probably read on I did decide to have her leave since I wanted to give Lucy a shot with our Opera Ghost so you read my mind :3 Oh and as for the other gang wanting Jack? I will anwer that in one of the chappies to come, dont worry! It has a purpose lol :D

Monica found herself sitting on the swan bed thinking of the events that had brought her to where she was. She ran a hand across the blood red silk sheets and paused to listen to the music that surrounded her.

She knew by now that the Phantom was playing at his organ once more, the walls around her shook with the force of the pipes and the notes that escaped them. She closed her eyes slowly and cleared her thoughts.

There was no way she could get around this predicament; she just didn't want to leave the Opera Populair yet. That had not been a part of their deal, she was to remain with him until the Opera House found itself repaired, and that had been done. She was to leave after and not remain with him, but how could she leave?

How?

She silently thanked Lucifer for picking Kiri up after they had arrived at the Opera House from the circus. She knew it would break Kiri's heart if she were to realize she would never see the Phantom again. Monica would have to tell her that they wouldn't be going back once she left herself. It was better this way.

Her eyes snapped open once she felt a change in the music around her, the notes dropping drastically into a darker tone. She rose from the bed and walked slowly towards the entrance of the room and stared at the Phantom as his hands danced across the keys with a grace she had never seen before.

Half of the candles were put out; she frowned once she noticed they needed to be changed. Would he do all of this by himself once she was gone? She found it cruel to leave him in solitude again, how long had it been since he had someone live down in the lair with him?

She sighed and walked over to him as the notes continued to drop, Monica could have sworn the number of candles that were lit dropped as well making the lair darker. If she didn't know any better she would have linked them to the Phantom's mood, if he was unhappy the whole place was dark.

She stopped near his table and smiled slightly when she found a rose on its surface. The man always had roses near him, where he got them was still a mystery to her. She picked up the delicate flower and ran a finger over the frail petals before feeling a sharp pain on her thumb.

She jumped slightly and dropped the rose on the table noticing the thorns on the side and the stain of blood she had left on one of them. She frowned at the ruby droplet on her finger before licking it off with a grimace on her face. The iron taste disgusted her but it was all she could do to avoid staining her clothes or his sheets of music.

She stared down at the rose, hell even the flower didn't want her there anymore. She turned from the flower and continued on her way to where the Phantom was as she lightly tapped his shoulder to get his attention. His hand slipped and hit the wrong key making the organ emit a lower note than intended as he growled lowly and turned to her.

He seemed to be messing up more often on his pieces when she was around to distract him, not that he minded anyway. He could already tell he wasn't going to enjoy this conversation due to her face going paler than the snow outside as he glared at her in response.

"I'm sorry," she told him shakily turning from him in order to get back to the safety of the swan room before his voice stopped her.

"Stay," he told her calmly turning his whole body on the bench so he was facing her as she turned to face him as well. He stood from the bench and motioned her over to him as she obediently walked closer to him.

To say that he was intimidating was an understatement, hell he towered over her at the moment and with the expression he was making she could tell he wasn't particularly happy about being interrupted. He stared at her expectantly as she avoided eye contact with him entirely.

"I just wanted to tell you…" she started hesitating slightly as he remained silent watching her before his temper snapped due to waiting so long for her to continue.

"Out with it already, child!" he thundered at her as she flinched visibly when she saw him move his arm upwards. He caught sight of this and resisted the urge to scowl at her for fearing him.

The sleepless nights caught up to him making his mood foul as she fumbled with her hands causing him to seethe within before his gloved hands shot out and seized her arms as he shook her trying to get whatever she wanted to tell him out of her.

"The Opera House is done! It's been renovated!" she cried horrified struggling against the harsh grip he was applying. Jack had done the same to her, and despite trying to convince herself that the Phantom would never harm her she couldn't help but remember thinking the same of Jack before he hurt her.

The Phantom saw this and couldn't resist gritting his teeth upon seeing her reduced to this state due to the boy he had 'killed' days ago. The thing that got to him was the fact that she feared him as well, how could she even think of him like that?

"You don't need me here, you never did!" she cried at him shaking free of his hold as he stepped back as well looking at her dangerously. Of course he needed her there with him; he needed her more than ever now that she had made her way into his world, his thoughts, his music.

He would be damned if he said any of those things out loud to her, he would never forgive himself for being the reason that led her to remain down in the catacombs with him. He would never wish his lonely lifestyle on anyone much less her. That had been his mistake, allowing her to stay this long.

He had become attached to her and the child that she now considered as hers. As much as he wanted to reach out and comfort her he knew he could never allow himself the pleasure of it. He was slowly beginning to understand why he had let Christine go that fateful night.

He could have chosen to keep her there with him; she had chosen him after all. But what was the point of it all if she would never be happy? She would never see the daylight, or be able to live a life of luxury with him. That was his main reason for surrendering her to the insolent Vitcome. While Monica didn't have an annoying fop after her the Phantom was sure she could find someone more suitable than himself. Someone who could make her happy and give her a life that she deserved without imprisoning her to a lifetime of darkness.

"Then why are you still here?" he shot back with venom in his voice. As soon as the words had left his mouth he felt something within him break upon seeing her hurt expression. He kept telling himself that letting her go in this manner was for the best, she was better off without him anyway.

"You're just like Jack! You've tossed me around like a ragdoll doing your bidding, and now what? You no longer need me, so you're disposing of me just like he did!" she cried back as the room grew considerably darker and a snarl reached her ears.

"Do not compare me with that boy!" he bellowed at her moving forward while pulling back his hand knowing how afraid she was of getting hit again. What he wasn't expecting was for her to fall over his chair in her desperation to get away from him.

His mind instantly remembered the broken bones that were still healing as he dropped his hand in panic and looked at her shaking form as her hand clutched her side in pain. She turned to look at him in fear, pain, and anger as she tried to pick herself up despite her aching body and injured ankle.

The Phantom stepped back controlling his anger upon realizing what their arguing had led him to do. He closed his eyes in regret and started to move forward to help her only to hear the one phrase that had shattered his very soul the last time he had heard it.

"The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, grow cold…and turn to tears of hate!" she sang to him as she held back a scream of pain upon feeling her lungs protest from the fall she had just gone through.

She continued to struggle as he legs gave out underneath her during her attempts to stand. The Phantom remained paralyzed in front of her in disbelief.

He had committed the same mistake again; he was the one to blame for her change of heart. He mentally scolded himself for raising his hand at her when he knew how traumatizing that was for her, and he had caused her to injure herself again.

He decided to at least try to help her up but found her backing away from him when he tried to get close, horror apparent in her eyes.

"I am not going to harm you," he told her calmly crouching in front of her trying to help her once more before she snapped as well.

"Stop! That's all you've ever done!" she cried slapping his arm away with her hand in fear when he tried to touch her, "You've already done enough harm, Erik!" she screamed at him causing him to back away from her completely.

He looked away from her broken form on the ground and turned away from her. She was right, all he ever did was hurt her, despite the promise he had made to never cause her any pain he had broken that as well. But he had never laid a hand on her in that manner, and he never would. He adored her too much to ever do such a thing, so why couldn't he tell her that before all of this happened?

They had past the point of no return, and he had never told her how much she meant to him, how he longed to keep her there forever to take her away from the world and claim her as his. It shattered his being seeing her there with that hateful look directed at him only.

He was brought out of his thoughts when she managed to stand with a pained groan. He moved forward once again to try and help her but once again she backed away from him while trying to regain her balance at the same time. He stopped himself from causing her any more pain and watched as she walked towards the entrance of the tunnel leading to the upper levels.

"Jack was right…you don't care about anyone," she told him in pained gasps as she stood in front of the tunnel, "you have no heart," she finalized as she let the curtain fall behind her.

The Phantom watched her leave, had he been thinking rationally he would have stopped her from going any further away from him. He felt as though she was taking a part of him with her, his music, his inspiration died when she left.

He stormed through the lair knocking over candlesticks and sheets of paper. What good were they without her?

He sat on his large velvet adorned chair and tried to stop his body as it shook violently, a single tear escaping his eye in rage upon letting her leave like that. He hated himself for breathing without her. He needed her there to give him a reason to live, what was the point of going on without her touch, her voice, her presence…?

He cursed the world for taking her away from him, he cursed his lair for reminding him of the child that he would never see again, her cursed his music for reminding him of her laughter, and he cursed her for making him love her more than life itself.

Review? What happened to half of you? Dont tell me the Opera Ghost punjabed all of you! :D