Disclaimer- Perhaps one day I will own the Phantom in all of his sexiness! But sadly...I own my own twisted imagination! Well...read on...

Chapter 11

There was an eerie glow emanating from the mirror. She dropped her cloak and he held out his hand. She made her way to him and put her gloved hand in his. He led her down a hallway that was lit up with candles. She had never been this way before. She was fascinated by everything she saw. He led her down further and further; down a long staircase. He even put her on a white horse and took her through a sort of maze of hallways. They finally reached the boat and she got in first. He quickly rowed the boat until they hit his lair.

He jumped out and helped her out of the boat. They looked at each other in silence for a moment until she decided to speak.

"I…I understand from your note that you enjoyed the performance."

"I did indeed. You were spectacular but that boy who plays the phantom has barely any talent. I know you have delivered my song yet they did not add it. But, do not worry it will be taken care of." He took off his cloak and put it on the bench of his organ. She clasped her hands together.

Their eyes met and he slowly came towards her.

"What am I to learn tonight?"

He put his hand on her stomach and made his way around her so that her back was against his chest. She stood still, not sure what to do or say. But, she knew she had to keep her head and not let him overcome her mind. But, as his hand moved up her body to her throat she could feel herself giving in; she closed her eyes and just listened.

"You are singing from here." She nodded and opened her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Sing something for me."

"Past the point of no return…no going back now…"

"Good but now," he moved his hand back down to her stomach area and pushed lightly, "Now sing from here. Instead of using your lungs, sing from your stomach. Sing again."

"Past the point of no return…the final threshold…" This time her voice was deeper and more powerful.

"Good." He moved away from her. He went over to the organ and began playing a song. She stood behind him and began to sing.

Emma wasn't sure how long she had stayed there but it seemed like forever by the time Erik said it was enough. He took her hand and led her to the boat but she stopped him. She wanted to make a point across to him. She wasn't going to turn into another Christine. She wasn't going to let this man take over her mind.

"Monsieur Erik…may I call you Erik?" He merely nodded. "You are well aware of the fact that I know of your other student."

"I am." She clenched her fists trying to gain courage to stand up to this man.

"I am not as naïve as your other student was. I stand on my own two feet." She glanced up into those beautiful eyes of his. She thought she saw a touch of sadness in them but he turned away from her and continued to lead her back to her room. The whole time Emma contemplated what she had said to him. She felt…sorry. She had come off cold. As they got to her mirror, she stopped him.

"Erik, all I was saying before is, can we be friends? I want you to be my teacher but also…someone I can speak with about personal matters." She had to suppress the urge to laugh when she saw him smile.

"I understand my angel. I shall be your teacher…and friend." He kissed her hand and quickly left. She went through the mirror and sat down on her couch. Did she really just agree to be friends with that man? She thought she was cold to him when this creature had done wrong to Christine. Erik did have a certain power over her and she knew she would have to watch him. She couldn't let him overtake her.

Before Emma could even finish thinking, Katharine burst into her dressing room.

"Where have you been!" She screamed in a shrill voice.

(A/N- Sorry it took so long to get this up but I have had major writers block. I have a scene I want to do I just need to set it up. You get what I mean! Anyhow…I will indeed begin to regularly update this story again…But, Thanks to Galasriniel, the song is from "Wicked", it's a good musical…and of course you can have an Erik plushie! I can't deny you his hotness. Thanks to Emily, I'm glad you knew the song! Hooray! I love Wicked, almost as much as Phantom! So keep R&R and I'll write up the next chapter!)