My God! Chapter 20 already! WAAAGGHHH!!! FLYING LIONS! ::sniffles:: I hope I made you happy you crazy fox woman. Now you sick me with insane flying animals!?! I fear you. I have now realized how much I really do like Nine Inch Nails. O.o Weird, no? YAY TRENT!!! I was doing this weird dance to 'Sin' and I wish I could have video-taped it. Agghhhh! I make so many errors! Forgiveth me! Yes, this chapter is short, again, but don't worry, if you know me well enough, I always make up for it! Anyway, read this lovely piece of twenty-ness.

Chapter 20: Know How I Feel

Amile was aware that Erik was now practically stalking Christine. He now followed her everywhere. But now he had chased her and Raoul up to the roof. Amile had the strange feeling again. She ran out of the lair as fast as she could, only pausing to put her blanket around her and putting on her own bloody mask. Even though she still felt scared to see what Erik might do to Raoul if he found out about how the young couple really felt about eachother, when she put her mask on, she felt a new sense of bravery.

Prowling to the upper-roof, she hid behind a large statue and listened. Christine spoke to Raoul so gently, she sounded so scared. If it wasn't for the fact that Amile hated her, she might have had sympathy for the young singer. She sounded so afraid of this obssessive Phantom following her. Then they started singing to eachother with the passion only close lovers could produce. Amile felt bad for Erik at that point. She knew he was hiding behind Apollo's Lyre and he probably felt horrible. She could just feel his heart breaking. Then she knew that Christine and Raoul kissed when she heard Erik let out a quiet choked sob. That's when Raoul and Christine left to go to wherever they were going. Far away probably.

Erik slowly left his shelter behind the statue and dropped to the ground, singing the most mournful song that Amile had ever heard. She felt the intense sadness coming from him. His voice was trembling so badly. When he finished, he ran back to the statue and his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, sobbing. Slowly, she approached him, kneeling next to him. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Daddy?" she whispered. He choked out another sob again. She prodded him again. "Daddy? Are you okay?" He stopped and placed his hand on her's. She laid next to him and hugged him from the back. "It's okay daddy, I'm right here for you." He rolled over and touched her face where the mask was. "Amile." he said gently. He took her into his arms and held her to him in a tight embrace. Then he pulled back and looked at her. He slowly took her mask off and his lips met her's again. A shock ran through her and it seemed like all her senses were numbed.

He pulled away and slowly stood up, handing her the mask back. Still in shock, she placed it back on. She timidly followed her father to the lair again, sneaking past the management that was tending to Buquet's body. They went into the lair and he took off his mask. He rubbed his eyes. "I'm sorry Amile. I feel so messed up right now." Her eyes drifted to the side again and she sighed. "Now you know I feel." He nodded and stood up. "For once, I really want to sleep."

Amile laid on her bed, contemplating why he had kissed her again. The first time, she could let that go, but this was the second time, and it seemed like he meant it, yet again. Her mind was running with the thoughts of it. Trying every possible theory as to why he had kissed her. Then she realized it with a horrific feeling. He was acting as though she was Christine.