Meh! It goes from my paragraph skills to my punctuation skills:slams head against wall: I hate my computer! I dug through my chapters and saw that I had put punctuation in the file thingies, but when I posted them, no more:bites hand to contain anger: Notice how all the question mark places have no question marks? Ach, I fix... Oh, don't worry, the chapters will be much much longer from now on, now that I know what I'm doing. Fun, fun! The cemetary scene will be here shortly, I promise. This, so far, is my favorite chapter among chapters. I loved writing it! Hopefully, you guys will too! So read or get poked with some random object!

Chapter 29: One Day With You

Amile still drew like madness. Erik had watched her for hours on end. She admitted to being inspired by some of his drawings. He felt flattered. Now he watched her as she sat by the lake, staring at her pad, drawing quickly and feverishly. Inspiration hit her like a rock to the head (or a boot in Carlotta's case). She drew a boy, from what Erik saw. He was in elegant clothing with his long hair tied back. He had a very gentle and loving smile on his face. Erik watched intently. "Who is that?" She shrugged. "Dmitri." she said simply. He squinted at her.

"Who's Dmitri?"

She stopped drawing, looking like she regretted what she had said. "He's, well, he's my..." Erik nodded at her "Continue." She bit her lip. "He's my, erm, my boyfriend." she said quietly. They both stayed quiet. Then Erik spoke, "Is he nice?" This actually got a slight laugh out of her. "Yes, very nice." Erik smiled and nodded. "Good, I wouldn't want him to be in any way agressive torwards you." She let out a relieved sigh and continued drawing.

Amile had stopped drawing after about an hour and just laid on her bed, lightly dozing.

"Amile!"

She opened one eye tiredly and groaned. She got up slowly and dragged herself to her father. Placing herself weakly in front of him, she brought her eyes up to look at him through her long hair. "Yesss..." she said, annoyed that she had to get up. Erik smiled at her. "Do you want to spend the day together" She was knocked out of her sleep-like trance and looked at him fully, shocked.

"W-what?"

He smiled at her. "Do, you, want, to, spend, the, day, together?" he said, making sure she heard every word perfectly. She gulped and nodded. He had never done anything like this before, invited her into his world like this. Usually, he had been busying himself with something to do with Christine or something similar. Now he was bringing her back to where she was when she was a child. "I-I'd love to." she stuttered. He grinned and nodded. "Good, tomorrow then. You still look kind of tired." She stared at him, nodding. She walked back to her bed and laid down. Erik must have been tired too because all of the lights went out, causing total darkness. Her shock left her and was soon replaced by joy. She had dreamed of a day with her and her father for years. Maybe it was the drawing that triggered the kind acts torwards her? Not letting that get her down, she let out a sigh of excitement and fell into a restless sleep.

As soon as any sign of morning hit her, Amile practically leaped out of bed. Quickly getting dressed, she looked at the worn-out clock by the organ. It was 4:30 in the morning. Groaning, she sat on her bed, rubbing her eyes. "Aghhh...Tired..." she whispered to herself, afraid anything louder than a whisper would set Erik off. Her excitement was waning with fatigue. She let herself fall backwards onto the bed and sighed. Just as she felt like dozing off, she felt a hand brush against her cheek. "Amile..." came her father's voice. She opened her eyes, greeted by the dim light of early morning. She saw Erik standing over her. She smiled. "You've been awake, haven't you?" He nodded. "I'm an insomniac, remember? The only reason I put the lights out was because you were tired. I've been sitting at my desk for hours, waiting for you to get up." She laughed and groaned at the same time.

"Still tired," she stated. He kissed the top of her head.

"Well go back to sleep then if you're tired." She pouted, confused by herself.

"But I want to get up!" Erik put his hand to his head.

"You confuse me Amile. You really do."

After forcing herself to get up, she ate breakfast at her bed. She had a breakfast croissant and watched Erik go through her latest drawings. He smiled at them. "You are very talented Amile." She smiled, her mouth full. "Thank you." she said. He feigned a disgusted frown. "You're disgusting. Haven't I taught you how to be a lady?" She stayed silent, then shook her head. "No." came a very simple response. He smiled. "I knew you were going to say that." She grinned at him. She finished her breakfast and got up.

"Well, where exactly are we going?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Where do you feel like going?"

She looked at the ceiling in thought, trying to think or remember a place where they could go where they couldn't be seen. Then her expression switched to a broad smile. "Well, you're the Opera Ghost, you should know the best spots." He squinted at her. "So? You're the Blood Ghost, you should know as much as me." She stuck her tongue at him. "But I was blind until just this month!" He looked at the ceiling and smiled. "Ah, true. Well then, I guess I have to take you wherever."

He took her to where the chain holding up the chandelier was. She gasped. It may not have been the most elegant place, but it seemed amazing to her. That this one chain held up tons of weight. She looked to Erik and smiled. "It would be a nightmare if this chain broke or came undone, wouldn't it?" He frowned at it and nodded. "I imagine it would be most disasterous." he said, his eyes following the long chain. She nodded and looked torwards a door that they hadn't entered. "Where's that go?" she asked, pointing at it. A broad smile came over him.

"Do you want to see?"

She nodded happily. He took her hand and they went through the door.

As soon as her eyes hit what was behind the door, she gasped. "Oh my..." she whispered. She saw the whole theater and an up close view of the massive chandelier. He smiled and placed both hands on her shoulders.

"Do you like it?"

She nodded and gaped at the twinkling monster, beckoning her. "I've never seen it this close before." She wanted to reach out and touch the crystal, but she knew it would be deadly. There was at least a 15 foot space seperating the balcony from the chandelier. He placed his arms around her waist and put his head on her shoulder. "I've always loved to come up here. It's like a dream sometimes." She nodded, not realizing what he was doing. She couldn't focus on anything but the glittering mass in front of her. Then she put her hands on his hands. A smile came over her and she tilted her head back.

"Thank you daddy, it's beautiful."

He smiled back. He had just made her dream come true, to be in this position.

Eventually, they knew they had to let go. And reluctantly, they did. Erik looked down at his daughter and smiled. "Shall we continue?" She nodded, the most genuine smile on her face, one he wanted to see for so long. Both of their dreams had come true in a way. He let out a satisfied sigh. Taking her hand, he led her back to the main floor. He led her to the backstage area, knowing that she had not seen every part of it. She only knew her way into the rafters and had gone no further than that. He understood that when she was blind, she went everywhere, but she had not seen where she had gone. It kind of amused him to think of what her expression might be if she had seen where she had gone.

Luckily for the two, no one was working that day. No backstage people, no managers. Only the ballerinas and some management. The next opera wouldn't be for awhile. Christine and Raoul were gone again, out at Raoul's estate. But now Erik could care less where Christine was. Amile was there with him, and for that day, only she mattered. She wandered around the backstage, even venturing into the extra storage space room, which was huge and practically empty. Her eyes darted around, trying to take everything at once. Erik was, as he thought, amused. She could barely believe she had survived on the rafters, which looked close to falling apart. He led her around more of the backstage area and there she wondered how she was able to guide herself around the massive crates and props.

They spent the whole day together, walking around the opera house, talking to eachother. Erik had got to meet Amile's pigeon, Audron. They went back to the lair once, to eat, then went back up to finish the walk off. It had probably been one of the best days of Amile's life, and it had been one of Erik's best days as well.

Finally worn out from walking, Amile walked next to a column supporting the stage and leaned against it.

"How did I make it through all this?"

Erik smirked at her.

"I'm amazed. You got your sight back not very long ago and you forgot? You had this sense basically replacing sight. You were able to know where someone or something was, even if you were 50 feet away from it. And you could hear things that only a bat or something like that could hear."

She looked at the floor and smiled, nodding. "I remember now. That's why Madame Giry called me a little bat." Erik nodded at her. "Yes, that's exactly why." She looked at her father, smiling still. He felt like leaping in joy. Her smile was so gentle and angelic, and he had wanted to see it for so long. But he was not the kind of person to leap around. She yawned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes. "I'm sleepy again." she stated. He smiled at her and picked her up. She was light, which didn't surprise him since she was very active. She placed her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Thank you daddy. I loved it. It was worth it even if it was only one day." she whispered, much like a child. He looked down at her and smiled. "You're welcome."

He took her back to the lair and placed her on her bed, laying with her, admiring her beauty. She may not have been his biological daughter, but somehow it seemed like it. She looked somewhat like him. Her dark hair mainly, always down and long, and sometimes unmanaged. There had been countless times when his insomnia failed him and he did doze off, only to wake up to Amile's laughter. He had the worst bed-head of anyone around apparently. But as he watched her, he was glad that she didn't look like him all the way. He would have probably killed himself if she had the same face as him. But instead, she had the most beautiful face of anyone he knew, except maybe Christine. He sighed as he thought of Christine. So beautiful and graceful, fearless like her father before her. He admired her. But she wasn't his daughter, no matter how much he wished. He only had one daughter, Amile. She rolled over, facing him, a content and sleepy smile on her face. "Good night my angel." he said into her ear. Then he kissed her cheek and went to do whatever needed to be done.