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Chapter 6

Emma practically ran to the door and threw it open. There stood a woman with brown hair that was tied into a tight bun at the back of her neck. She was wearing a proper powder blue gown with long white gloves. Emma swallowed hard and motioned for her to enter. Christine smiled and muttered a low thank you as she walked into the dressing room. Henry looked at Emma and smiled.

"It looks as if I should be taking my leave. I shall talk to you tomorrow Emmeline." He kissed her forehead and kissed Christine's hand. "Good evening, ladies." He exited, shutting the door behind him. Emma watched Christine look around the room then focus her attention to Emma.

"Miss Hallett, I must congratulate you on your performance this evening." Emma smiled and graciously curtsied.

"Thank you, Miss Daae."

"I am actually the Countess de Chagny but you may still call me Christine."

"Then, please call me Emma."

"I shall." She sat on the couch and Emma followed her.

"What did you think of the opera?"

"I enjoyed it very much. I thought the music was wonderful and it was nicely cast as well. And you all had terrific singing voices. The only thing I did not like was the phantom's character."

"What do you mean?"

"Monsieur Manroe made him terribly horrifying and an absolute villain. He made the phantom seem as if he had no heart. I'm not so certain I would have written him like that. I also think that you have a better voice than I do."

"Now I must disagree with you Christine. I have heard you sing many times. My mother was a dancer here and I remember hearing you sing and loving it."

"I remember your mother. She was a terrific dancer. She moved as if she were on clouds. I loved to watch her."

"So did I." Emma looked at the ground. Christine smiled and took Emma's hands, standing up.

"Now that I have upset you terribly I shall also be taking my leave. It is getting quite late and I must be getting back to my children. Raoul is also waiting patiently for me." Emma walked her to the door and opened it for her. "Emma, anytime you wish to talk come by my house. You did spectacular tonight and I'm glad that you are the one playing me. And be careful in this opera house, who knows what kind of things still lurks in the shadows." She raised a brow and left. Emma shut the door and leaned against it, sighing.

She quickly got changed into sleeping garments. She tied up her hair with a ribbon in front of her vanity mirror. When she was satisfied with it, she went to the door to her bedroom. Suddenly, a voice rang through the whole room, freezing Emma in her place.

"Insolent girl, that slave of fashion, basking in your glory…Prying Pandora, that brave young woman, sharing in my triumph..."

She turned around and decided to sing back to him.

"Angel I hear you, speak I listen, stay by my side, guide me… angel I long to be with you, enter at last master!"

"Flattering child you shall know me, see why shadows I hide, look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside!"

She walked to the middle of the room, staring into the mirror. He was standing there, waiting for her. This time he seemed to jump through the mirror. He was no longer just a flash or a voice but he was real. He was coming towards her, his hand outstretched to her. She fell into that trance again, holding her hand out to him. She was so close to his hand, so close to finding out whether he was a dream or real when someone pushed her away and she fell into someone's arms.

When she finally realized what was happening, Katharine was pulling her by the hand away from her room. She heard Madame Linton yelling at someone but she couldn't hear what she was saying. Katharine pulled Emma into Katharine's room and shut the door. Emma's head was spinning with so many questions she didn't know what to ask first.

"Katharine, what the …?"

"I know you must be confused by what was happening."

"Yes, I am. I need answers. I want to know what is going on." Katharine gave Emma her dressing robe.

"Here you're shivering."

"I'm not cold."

"Just take it please." Emma sighed and wrapped it around her, tightening it. She sat down on Katharine's couch.

"Please, tell me the truth."

"I was coming back to my room this evening when I saw Henry. He stopped me and told me that at that very moment Christine Daae was in your dressing room. So, I rushed over to your dressing room and bumped into Madame Linton and Christine already engaged in a conversation. Christine and I had a very brief conversation before she left. Madame Linton and I decided to visit you. When we got to your door, we heard singing. At first, we thought it was you practicing then we heard a man's voice. We pounded on the door but you did not hear us. Madame was getting awfully worried and nervous and almost cried. But, finally the door opened and we were both stunned by what we saw. The phantom of the opera had you in some sort of hypnosis and he was about to kidnap you when Madame pushed you away."

Emma was biting her nails and taking in everything Katharine was saying.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you about your "dreams' Emma. I should have listened to you." Emma nodded still thinking.

"Don't worry about it."

"That's right! Madame Linton is taking care of it and we don't need to worry about it anymore. Let's just go to sleep and pretend nothing happened. You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch, just in case." Emma smiled and they hugged. She yawned and grabbed a candle, going to Katharine's bed chamber.

As she lay there, staring at the little candle flicker, she didn't even feel tired. She was exhausted mentally and her heart ached with all the questions that were puzzling her mind. She rolled over on her side and shut her eyes, trying to sleep, but her wish was not granted. Frustrated, she sat up, shrugged into Katharine's light blue dressing robe and slipped on the slippers. She grabbed the little candle and went to the door opening it slowly. Katharine was asleep on the couch, snoring quietly. Emma smiled and snuck out of the room. She looked down the hallway and made sure that there was no one around. She quickly and quietly made her way to the stage. She needed to clear her mind and the stage was the only place she knew of that could do that. The curtain was still open and the set for the phantom's lair was still on. All of the lights were off and it was deathly silent. She walked around the set looking at all of the different pieces. She sat down in the middle of the stage and put the tiny candle next to her. She brought her knees up to her chest and put her head on them. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds around her. She sat there listening to the sounds of the night.

A/N- Well, well, well…do you like that ending? Don't worry its not over yet! Any questions, comments, just ask and tell away! PLEASE R&R! Tell others to read also! THANKS!