This chapter is short and I'll dedicate a week to this story and a week to my other story 'A Rose In a Meadow'. So If your reading either of these i hope you dont mind the wait between every few chapters.

Erik traveled down the street with a tight grimace across his face. Christine had recognized him at music shop today. She had literally ran out in fear and it had made his heart feel like it sank to his heels. After that he had put up his emotionless expression. Thats how he was now as he descended the cellars he had just entered and began his journey back down to his home.

"She looked at me with so much fear and loathing in her eyes." He thought as he turned and went down a staircase. "I couldn't stand to see the look she gave me. I wanted to end my life then and there." He sighed saying this part quietly out loud to himself as he began to run twards his home.

It took him about 20 minutes to get there as he ran. He soon stood at the door which was now unlocked. He knew instantly that Nadir had made his way into the home. He walked in and sure enough his Persian friend was sitting on one of the chairs that littered his home.

Sighing he walked over as Nadir stood. He was in no mood for Nadir today. Erik walked right past the persian and into his music room. Nadir sighed and rolled his eyes. He was planning on checking up on Erik but didn't wish to get him any angrier or make him mad at himself. He decided to come back that night before the show. He would surely have perked up by then. Nadir exited the home of his friend the phantom and walked to the the trap door that led out into the hallway.

Erik sighed as his fingers strummed harshly over the keys of the organ that adorned the wall of his music room. Only stopping to write down the music on his paper. His eyes burned with passionate hate and angst for the world. He had no control of what he played as he let his emotions flow freely through the vent of his music. His fingers dashed around on the keys and then both of his hands slammed agianst the keys making an erie sound that echoed throughout the cellars. A yell of anger escaped his throat.

Everyone believed him dead, or at least far away from Paris. Not even Madame Giry knew he was still here. He thought it best not to tell her. He sighed as he rested his head on the organ after her put the covering back over the keys. "Why is it that i have been cursed to live a life of darkness and unrelentless sadness. Why must i be forced to take shelter beneith those who are so much more menacing than I am." He said with pure disgust with the world. "It's because they can not see the angel beyond this scared face like Christine could...Oh, my Christine. How you showed so much fear for me in the music shop today. Not becuase of my face, but because you were scared. Scared of past events. Scared i was still holding a grudge agianst you and your prescious Victome. Christine..." He closed his eyes as dreams and sleep overcame his body.