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"Erik?" Elsa said softly, not wanting to make him any more angry.

She was sitting outside his chambers, and had been for the past two hours, her ear pressed against the solid wooden door that had been slammed shut with a deafening roar.

"Erik, screw 'em," she tried. "They didn't like me either. I'm supposin' it was because I don't think or talk like a woman of this time period should." She sighed. "Story of my life. So...You wanna come out now? Maybe talk to me about it? Maybe...not?"

Erik sighed behind her, "I'm sorry about that ordeal..."

Elsa screamed and fell backwards from the door and into Erik's arms.

"Scare the hell outta me why don't ye!" she breathed, standing up.

He laughed. "Je suis desole."

"Hah!" she said triumphantly. "You laugh! What now?"

He smiled and looked down at the stone floor. "You do that to me..."

Elsa shrugged. "I'm a genius," she winked. "I know what makes you happy. And I can relate. That's why we get along. I don't think Chrissy's been through that hell like we have."

"No...She's too young."

"Hey, I'm not an old hag either," she nudged him.

"No, of course not! But you have an old-Pardonez mois!- Mature soul."

She smiled. "Just what I love to hear. I'm 46 years old mentally, you know."

"I can see that, yes."

"So are we better now?" Elsa asked.

"It depends upon what you consider better. I'm never making a public appearance again. Ever."

She sighed. "All right, I'm with you there."

"And I'm afraid my...Uh...What I did back there..."

"Your Phantom Tantrum?"

He chuckled. "Yes, my Phantom Tantrum will cause some trouble..."

Elsa clicked her tongue. "No more dark of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you..."

Erik smiled again and took her hand in his. "To think I would ever smile at something the Vicomte sang to Christine..."

"I'm sorry...It just seemed the right thing to say."

"It was. You couldn't say anything wrong."

"I'm sure I could think of somethin'..." she said, thinking back on the things she'd said to make people despise her-even if it was on total accident.

"Elsa..." he said softly, looking at her. "You won't believe me when I tell you this. I've been debating on whether or not I should even bring it up. But..." He paused.

"Erik?"

He sighed heavily.

"I didn't make that chandelier crash from the ceiling."

Elsa looked at him. And frowned. "Wha-?"

"I didn't make that thing crash from the damned ceiling!" he repeated, this time yelling, his temper flaring again. Expecting her to run, he turned away. Everyone ran from him. He was so misunderstood.

But Elsa didn't flinch. She placed her hands on his hips and turnedhim back to her, looking at him.

"Tell me," she said simply, dropping her hands.

He looked at her, his eyes still bright with anger, his mouth set in a cold line.

"Tell me Erik. Don't give me that anger treatment. I'm not like everyone else, no matter how much you'd like to think it. I can be just as mean as you. Now, out with it."

He was somewhat taken aback, but didn't dare show it. He breathed out heavily and said, "Someone else set me up. They know I destroyed the opera chandelier, and set me up for this one, knowing they'd forever destroy my chance of social acceptance. The same person who found me in my home that night..." he stalked off,away to his piano.

She sighed and began to follow him. But, insteadof followinghim like an unwanted stray hound, she decided to sit on the stone steps at the edge of the lake. She sighed and ran her fingers through the water, causing ripples, waiting for his blood pressure to settle again.

Bipolar, I tell you! First he's happy, then he's yellin' at me again,she thought. But no. I'll just sit here. Even if I have to wait all night...

Christine would have followed me...or fled...he thought to himself, watching her from the corner of his eye.

Elsawas still dressed in her pink, flowing evening gown. No doubt it was ruined now, after he dragged her from thede Chagny'sand practically threw her in the gondola, sending water splashing into the boat, soaking her, as he just now observed. She must have been chilled to death by now...

He looked down, humiliated.

"Befriending a monster!" they had said...

He had acted like a monster. Why did he even agree to go to thatidiot dinner party! And besides, he hadn't made the chadelier come crashing down, no matter what anyone else thought. Why did hemake a fool of himself and leave in such a hurry, making it look like he was the culprit?

He shook him of his growing ager at himself, and instead made for an apology.

"Elsa?" he said, in a low sad voice. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asked bewildered, looking up from the glassy lake. "You didn't make that chandelier crash on all those idiots."

Erik frowned. She believed him?

"No, I'm sorry I dragged you down here with me."

"Why would I mind?"

She shivered suddenly, catching a cold draft in her soaked gown.

"Because of that," Erik said, getting up and retrieving a dry cloak. He draped it over her bare shoulders, then sat next to her on the steps. "It wasn't appropriate to force you to come here with me, when I was the only one with an actual problem."

Elsa shivered again and subconsciously moved closer to Erik, wanting more warmth. He, in turn, also subconsciously, opened his arms for her to 'snuggle' into happily.

"Erik, do you think I wanted to be there?" she asked him groggily. "They didn't like me just as much as they didn't like you. In fact, they liked me about as much as they liked hearing they lost the war to-Wait. Never mind," she yawned, leaning her head against his chest.

"What?" he asked, looking down at her.

"You didn't lose the war to Britain over Canada. My mistake..." she closed her eyes, feeling suddenly tired.

He laughed quietly, wrapping his arms around her.

"Mmm..." she sighed happily. Wrapped in the Phantom of the Opera's cloak, wrapped in his arms...

At this thought, her eyes snapped open, but she didn't move from her position in his arms. Too comfy...

"Erik?" she mumbled up at him instead, wondering his reaction when he would notice.

"Yes, my dear?" he sighed. He had also closed his eyes, then leaned against the base ofthe wall at the lake's edge. He seemed oblivious to the fact he was holding her...

Taking her chances-or perhapsfollowing her heart?-she placed her hand on his, and gently ran her fingers softly along it.

He smiled and entwined his fingers with hers, massaging her palm gently.

Seeing he wasn't pulling away or being resistant, she smiled and said softly, "Nothing."

She closed her eyes again and, resting fully against him now, remained with him, wrapped in his arms for the rest of the night.

L is for the way you look at me! O is for the only one I see! V is very, very! Extraordinary! E is even more than anyone that you adore and LOVE-! Ok all right, no singing unless it's a Phantom song...But people! A little lovey dovey stuff in this chapter. Hope it wasn't too...Mush? Heh heh. At least there was no kissing...riiight?

Next chapter is...YOU SHALL SEE! ((That's not the title...O.o ...Just to clarify...))

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