Disclaimer- Same old, same old….I own nothing but my own imagination! Read on children! Oh and p.s don't get confused if like in the middle of a song I just put in what they are doing because I want u to imagine what's going on in your heads so…yea…

Chapter 7

She opened her eyes after being completely relaxed. She stood up and twirled around. She loved the feeling of being on stage and everyone watching her. She loved the feeling of being someone else other than Emmeline. She began to dance around the candle when one of the lights on the stage flickered on. She stopped and stared at it. Slowly, she began to walk towards it. Suddenly, the rest of the lights flared on. The piano began to play by itself. She stood there, wondering what to do. Should she scream and run? Or should she finally face the music? As these thoughts were running through her mind, she realized what song was being played. It was "The Phantom of the Opera" from the opera. She looked around and began to sing.

"In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came,

that voice which calls to me

and speaks my name.

And do I dream again,

for now I find….

The phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind…"

She glanced around the stage, waiting for him to appear, waiting for something to happen. After a few minutes, nothing happened. The piano continued to play but there was no one. Not even a voice from the darkness of the wings of the stage. She shook her head and picked up the candle.

"This is ludicrous. I'm singing to a shadow and an empty house." She felt so embarrassed that she sung to thin air. She began to walk to the right side of the stage to leave.

"Sing once again with me, our strange duet."

She stopped and turned around, from the darkness he emerged. He had on the mask that covered half his face. His black hair was slicked back from his face and he had on a long cape. She blew out the candle and put it on the ground, moving closer to him as he sang.

"My power over you grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me,

To glance behind…

The phantom of the opera is there-

inside your mind."

They met in the middle of the stage, staring into each other's eyes. Emma felt speechless. She didn't even know how she could continue to sing she was so surprised that he was actually standing in front of her. But, the words just continued to flow from her mouth, as she sang they circled each other.

"Those who have seen your face

Draw back in fear

I am the mask you wear…"

"Its me they hear…"

Finally, their voices entwined with one another as they sang together. Their voices mixed perfectly together. They sounded as if their voices were meant to be as one.

"Your/my spirit and your/my voice in one combined:

The Phantom of the Opera is there,

Inside your/my mind…"

They stopped circling each other and stood face to face. He was much taller than her so she had to look up at him. She began to breathe heavier as she stared into those bright green eyes.

"Sing for me…" he said gently to her.

"He's there the phantom of the opera…"She sung.

"Sing again, my angel, my darling Emma…"

She began to sing the scales, easily climbing higher and higher.

"Beautiful…sing more my angel…" He demanded. She obeyed him until she couldn't go any higher. She held the note as long as she could. She stopped and felt extremely tired and dizzy.

"I…I…" But, she couldn't finish. She passed out from exhaustion.

((((You think I'm going to end it when it's getting good no way! One more song and then it's over! Let's move on to one of my favorite songs and I think you can guess which one it is!))))

She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She quickly sat up and rubbed her eyes. The image wasn't going away. She was in what appeared to be a swan bed. There was a black lace curtain surrounding her and the room was brightly lit with candles scattered about. She let out a whimper as her eyes searched the entire room.

"Why do you cry, my sweet Emma?" As if from nowhere, he appeared, standing behind the curtain.

"Where am I?" she asked nervously.

"My prison, my hell, and my lair, whatever you would like to call it."

"Why am I here?"

"I brought you here to learn. I left you several notes and you failed to answer them. I was growing impatient waiting for your reply. So now I shall be your teacher whether or not you want me to be."

"My teacher?"

"Yes, as I was for another girl, I shall be yours."

"What are you going to teach me?"

"I have a song for you right now, if you would like to hear it." She nodded her head in anticipation. She had heard his voice before and she loved it. She needed to hear it again.

"What are you going to sing?"

"A song I wrote myself. A song that is going to replace your "Darkness of the Night" in that silly opera that you all perform, the only good voice is yours, my angel."

She nodded; disheartened that he did not like the opera though. She sat there eager for him to start. He began to walk over to the cord that lifted the curtain.

"Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses ..."

He pulled on the cord and the curtain lifted up. He held out his hand to her and she got up and took it. He began to lead her out of the small bedroom.

"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender…"

He stopped before a velvet curtain and turned to her. She was still looking back at the room, fascinated by the beauty of it all. He put his hand under her chin and turned her head to him.

"Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ..."

He lifted the curtain and her mouth dropped. She walked forward into the large room. It was absolutely magnificent. There was a large organ in the middle of the room with candles scattered everywhere. There were different art pieces and odd collection items. And all of this was set on the shore of a lake.

"Close your eyes and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life
you knew before!"

He came up next to her and she faced him. He looked down into her honey brown eyes and put a black gloved hand to her cheek; she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

"Close your eyes,
let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never lived before ..."

She opened her eyes and he took her hand leading her around his home underground.

"Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you ...
Hear it, feel it

Secretly possess you.

Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night ..."

As he sung to her, her mouth was still open wide but with a hint of a smile. His home captivated her and she loved it. The mystery behind his home and him just interested her so much. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him or his beautiful though strange home. He led her to his organ and he let go of her hand, letting her explore on her own.

"Let your mind start to journey

through a strange new world!

Leave all thoughts

of the life you knew before!.."

She ran her hands off the keys and smiled. She turned towards him and they locked eyes. He started to get closer to her.

"Let your soul take you where you

Long to be!"

They faced each other again and he put his hands of her tiny waist.

"Only then can you belong to me…"

He slowly maneuvered his way behind her. He ran his hands over her waist and hips, exploring her body with his hands. She closed her eyes and her hands dangled at her sides, as she let the music take control of her.

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication,

Touch me, trust me savor each sensation…"

She lifted her hands up, feeling his face and massaging his neck.

"Let the dream begin,

let your darker side give in

to the power of the music that I write-

the power of the music of the night…"

He turned her around to face him and she opened her eyes. She stared at that white mask wondering what sort of evil could possibly be underneath it. She reached up, her lids half open and touched the mask. He tensed up and grabbed her wrist gently. She shook her head, trying to wake herself up from the trance he had once again put her in so easily. He lowered her hand and put both his hands on her cheeks.

"You alone can make my song take flight,

Help me make the music of the….night!"

Their faces were so close she could feel his breath hot on her face. She went to kiss him but he turned away from her.

"Come, it is getting late."

"When will you come for me again?"

"Every other night we shall have our lessons." He turned to her again and took her hand in his. "Let us return you, my Emma."

(A/N- So what do you think? Any confusement, just say so. Thanks to my reviewers! Thanks to phantomoftheopera92, you always have such nice comments! Thanks to Countess Alana, Katharine is supposed to be annoying; she is modeled after my best friend so! And thanks to Mel, I hope you liked this one too! Keep R&R!