12 Why Have You Brought Me Here/ Raoul I've Been There

Coming above ground, Ivy wasn't sure where to go. The Opera was still in a frantic tizzy, though everyone in the audience had been escorted out. The police had been called in, and Joseph had been taken down off of his noose. Ivy made sure she stayed out of th way where anyone could find her. She knew she would explain what had happened, but no one would ever believe a woman, and they most certainly would only think that she was trying to cover for the Opera Ghost and perhaps they'd even find a way to get her to tell them where the man was so they could take him away.

A hand reached out to touch Ivy's shoulder and she almost let out a cry of startlement. But it was only Madame Giry who had put her hand over her mouth for Ivy to keep silent. Leading the way to her room, Mme Giry closed and locked the door behind Ivy and then turned to her. "Dear girl, please tell me... I did not know if you were alive or dead... " she paused and came near the younger and taller girl, concern in her eyes. "I scarcely know where to start my questions..."

Ivy shook her head slightly and figured she was safe. Mme Giry would never turn Erik in, and certainly not her. "I looked up to see people on the catwalk.. it turned out to be Joseph and Erik.. they were arguing.. Erik was going to kill him but then Joseph.. he.. had a knife. Mme Giry.. I swear it was an accident.." Ivy found her words trembling, as well as her lips. "I killed him.." she whispered. Mme Giry's eyes opened her eyes quite wide, a shocked expression. "You.... dear girl, are you... you couldn't have possibly..."

"Oh but it's true Madame.. He had Erik cornered and pinned down and I just.. I grabbed the rope and I .. snapped.. all that hatred was just boiling inside of me and I couldn't release him... he might've.. lived.. but Erik pulled me off and he slipped and hung himself.. though he was probably dead already.." Ivy let a few tears slip down her cheeks, and took a gulping air of breath. Mme Giry put an arm around the girl, calming and tried not to look as surprised as she was feeling. "You saved him and yourself... We won't speak of this matter again... it would do no good for either of you. You are a woman and he is an outcast... but where is he? He should be.... Christine.."

Ivy was beginning to hate the woman's name, though the girl had never done anything to her. She nodded her head numbly and wiped the tears away from her eyes. "Do you know which way she went? He went after her..." Mme Giry thought for a moment and then gave a nod. "Oh I did see them.. Christine.. she took.. the Viscount up to the roof, afraid about what happened.. perhaps they're still... do you know how to get up there?" Ivy gave a small nod, knowing she'd have to go back up towards the catwalk and up the back way. "Then go quickly.. and Ivy.. becareful..." Mme Giry gave the girl one last squeeze and released her.

Ivy gathered up her cloak, wrapping it tightly against her as she went up the catwalk. She nearly avoided the men walking down below on the stage, no doubt trying to determine what happened. And there were other people up on the catwalk, near the place where Joseph had gone over the edge. She would have to be agile and quick to blend into the shadows as well as Erik did. Getting to the door to the roof, she heard the voice of one of the men tell her to stop, but she didn't listen going through the door swiftly. Turning around she realized she was in the blistering cold... and there was singing. And neither voice was Erik's, which was good news to her. So where was he?

13 All I Ask Of You

The sound of the door opening and closing did not even rouse the lovers from their embrace. Their melody was soft and loving as the two admitted their feelings for each other. Ivy ducked behind one of the large statues and finally saw the cloak of the man she had been looking for. He stood, much as she did, watching the two lovers though his face was twisted into a grimace. But she realized that it wasn't very much an angry face. His face showed hurt and betrayal and sadness. Ivy wasn't sure, but she suspected him perhaps even to be crying. She wanted desperately to go to him, but just then Christine and Raoul came closer.

As Ivy watched Erik watch them, and the words of the two singing swirled around them, she was sure her own heart was breaking. Ivy pulled her cloak closer to her chest and glanced over at the lovers. They were in fact very much in love, it was obvious. Raoul wore the same expression that Ivy wore on her face most of the time, the one she had recognized. And Christine was positively glowing, a far cry from the emotions she had shown down in the lair below the Opera House.

Ivy belatedly wondered why Erik wasn't moving to seduce Christine or hurt Raoul but that look on his face told her that he was too distraught to do anything. She did not see the rose, tied in black ribbon dropped down upon the ground minutes before as Christine had completely forgotten about her Angel of Music, and the anguish it had over his heart. He was seething and yet dying inside. He found himself so shocked and betrayed that he could not bring himself to move, even out of anger. His heart was just in too much pain.

Erik had not noticed the door opening and closing and the other person joining them on the roof. His eyes were locked on only one person, his Christine. And the rose she had dropped, pushing all thoughts of him out of her head. And the song they were singing was heartbreakingly beautiful. It was words that he longed to say to her, and have said back to him in return. But no one would ever sing those words to him, no one would love him in that way. Why was he on this roof anyways? Ivy had killed a man and was shaken and yet he was here.

Why did this creature hold such a lock over his heart and his mind and every other part of him. Everytime he saw her, he burned with desire. It was odd because when he had first had these feelings of lust and desire they hadn't been for his angel. They'd been for Ivy, and he'd had no idea how to behave or act, finding it incredibly proposterous that he would be thinking of her like that. That he was finally noticing that she was becoming a woman, and that he would never know that flesh.

So he poured himself into her, wishing and craving her silently until Christine had been ready. Thoughts swirling inside his brain, he heard the song of the two come to a close and the two finally kissed quite passionately. How he longed to be kissed like that, though it would never happen. No one would ever want to kiss the lips of a man deformed and a monster. Christine had grabbed Raoul's hands and took him back towards the door, disappearing back into the Opera. The two were now promised to each other, and Erik was broken.

14 All I Ask Of You Reprise

Silence reigned over the rooftop as Ivy watched Erik finally stepped out of the shadow and kneeled down into the snow. Ivy went forward, moving into the place he had once occupied and she finally saw what had him in shambles. Erik was clutching the rose and on the verge of sobbing. Ivy had never ever seen him this broken, devestatingly angry and full of rage, but never sobbing out of hurt. He sang something Ivy could barely hear and finally she could take no more.

Ivy knelt down behind him and put her arm on his shoulder and he had turned being caught in surprise for the first time in his life. He saw Ivy there and could do nothing but keep sobbing. She turned and drew him into his arms and he had cried into her shoulder. This woman was saving him once again. He didn't deserve her, he knew that. Wondering what would inspire her to such loyalty, and why he was such a fool for not keeping her completely safe. The rose was crumpling in his hands, as he felt himself getting angry once more. The words of their song echoing in his head.

And suddenly Erik was out of her arms and standing, his rage now back in full effect. The pain was gone, and now there was only horror. He screamed at the top of his lungs that they would curse the day they didn't do what he had asked. Ivy stayed kneeling, watching quietly as her cloak flapped behind her. Her hair blew in the wind, and the tears were nearly frozen against her cheeks. In a second, Erik was on her, grabbing her up to her feet, glaring.

"He is going to pay dearly for taking her away from me. And you are going to help me." It was almost a challenge for him to defy her, and one she finally brought back to him fully. "I will do no such thing.. they are happy can't you see that? What's so special about her?" Ivy spit back, almost regretful of her words and for a split second she thought Erik might strike out at her. "You are both mine, and you will do what I say or there will be consequences.. you wouldn't want to see that darling boy swinging by a noose that you made now would you?"

Ivy couldn't believe that he was threatening her of all people. After all of this, he was demanding and blackmailing her into helping? She stood opened mouth and gaping at him, unable to even think of words to say. Erik saw her shock and stood back, his voice lower but no less commanding. "I saw you dancing.. you will dance at the masquerade ball, and there will be no question of that. I need you there Ivy... please..." It was almost a struggle to add those words on the end of the sentence but he knew if he didn't, she'd never do anything he asked, threats or not.

He had seen her dance? This was certainly a night for surprises, and Ivy had no desire to do his bidding. He wanted her to dance for what purpose. What sick plan was he thinking up in his head to get Christine back? "What are you planning?" Ivy could not hold back her words, having to know before she agreed. "I have almost finished my opera, I just need a few more final touches, but this time instead of the notes, I am going to deliver the message myself. And I need you there..."

Ivy took a deep breath and sighed, hating herself for even considering saying yes. She was sick of all of this and wanted nothing more then to lie down at that moment and never wake up from this hellish nightmare that seemed to have invaded her life. She was rueing the day that Christine Daee had ever stepped foot in the Opera Populaire. "I will dance at the masquerade only if Madame Giry says so, and even then I am not doing this for you, I am doing this for myself. And if you do something incredibly stupid to try and win Christine.... you will break my heart." Admitting this, she could no longer stand to look at his face and turned to go back inside, leaving a very clueless and curious Phantom left alone on the rooftop of the Opera.