Odette was laying in the golden swan bed, she woke up to the sounds of the most amazing organ music she had ever heard. Smiling softly she got up and pulled on a pale green silk robe she saw laying on a chair next to the bed. Quietly she walked to the bedroom door and stood listening to Erik play. He began to sing with his amazing voice soft as the morning sunlight that poured in through the open window. Sensing her eyes on his back Erik turned to look at her. "Don Juan?" she asked, already knowing that the exquisite music could be nothing else. Erik had nodded, so surprised to still see her standing in his house, he had been sure yesterday had been a dream. So sure that he had refused to let himself sleep, for fear of waking without her. She looked so stunning, her pale skin, that lustrous red hair, they went so well with the pale green of the robe. He walked towards her; he could now see that her eyes had changed from the grey he had seen yesterday, to a green that almost exactly matched the robe. She grinned at him her eyes flashing mischievously. She slipped her hand around his neck, twining her fingers in his dark hair; he pulled her closer and leaned down to kiss the beautiful woman that he still couldn't believe stood there, in his house, and finally in his arms. This had been the first time she had spent the night with him. She had been coming to him for almost three weeks now, and to his infinite wonder had never tried to see what was under his mask. Odette pulled away from him grinning, this affair had been the romantic fantasy that she had always dreamed of. The only thing tarnishing her dream was his mask, she had been politely ignoring it for the past couple of weeks, but now her curiosity was starting to get the better of her. "Erik, does the mask ever come off?" she asked trying to sound casual. He pushed her away from him, enraged, his hand flying to the mask, "You must never ask me again!" He roared at her.

Odette woke up in a cold sweat; she hadn't had that dream in years. It was a dream she had had almost everyday when she first lost Erik, it wasn't really a dream, it was a memory from the time before she had lost Erik. Restlessly, Odette rolled over and fell back into an agitated sleep.

It was a few days later, again Odette awoke in the swan bed, this morning Erik was still in the room, he had actually slept last night. She rose, and bgreeted him with a kiss, slyly slipping her fingers under the edge of the mask, pulling it off. Erik threw her to the floor and began raging at her something about being a Delilah and a viper. She calmly rose to her feet and sunk onto the bed, raising her eyebrow as she calmly watched Erik storm around the room. Suddenly he stopped and stood facing her, "Is this what you wanted to see?" he demanded. Odette almost laughed at him, barely covering the laugh with a cough she asked evenly; "what, Erik? Surely all this fuss isn't over a broken nose and a few scars?" He looked at her openmouthed with amazement. "You aren't scared of me? You don't see a monster?" This time she did laugh, "A monster?" He still starred at her, unspeaking. She got up and crossed to him, placing one hand on his neck and pulling him to her, she rested the other hand on the scared right side of his face. He felt her hand on his scars, cool and gentle. Looking into her eyes he saw no sign of the fear he had expected, they too were cool and green. She smiled up at him and said tenderly, "No, Erik, I love you, no deformity in the world could change that. You ensnared me with your angel's voice, but I stay here for the man I will always love." Just when they should have kissed Erik began leering at her singing strange ditty about how he only loved Christine and not her. Then he began to laugh without stopping.

The Vicomte entered her room; he had heard her cries from his room down the hall. He saw her thrashing, tangled in the sheets, "Erik, Erik!" she moaned repeatedly. Unsure of what to do, Raoul took her awkwardly in his arms, "Odette, Odette wake up, please wake up!" Abruptly, she woke up and collapsed sobbing against the Vicomte's chest. "It's alright, my dear," he said clumsily stroking her head. Odette realized that she was crying in a near stranger's arms and felt foolish. She struggled to get a hold of herself trying to tell herself that the dream hadn't been so bad. "I'm so sorry," she said when her tears finally subsided. "You must think I'm such a fool…"
"No," the Vicomte replied with infinite kindness. "I'm just beginning to realize that you are either very much in love with this creature or very afraid of him."
"A little of both, I think. " I think I'm beginning to hate him too! Odette realised with a start. She then realized that the Vicomte was still holding her, and oddly enough, it didn't feel as uncomfortable as she would have expected. In fact, she found that she trusted this stranger, and was relieved to be with him. "I think I'm alright now, thank you Raoul."
"Are you sure?"
"Oui, monsieur, thank you again."
"Remember, I'm just down the hall, if you need anything." Raoul left with a faint smile.

Feeling much safer, Odette fell back into a peaceful and mercifully dreamless sleep.