OH MY GOD! I AM NOT DEAD YET! I have just not updated in forever...

me-ladie: yes, erik is rather to the point isn't he?

Kytten: ... ah...the dreaded proof-read...very well

sbkar; yes, erik isn't fond of the sappy love opera... but i am

Jamy; ...well...this isn't soon/bangs head against keyboard/ but it;s here...

whatevergirl: of course erik will comfort him! whoever woudl otherwise?

jokarynn: inforgently, erik probably will fall in love...maybe...but he will yell...

luisadeza: i am honored and am so happy you actully like this! Your review mad me feel all warm and fuzzy inside

lotr; yes well,... feel loved, your death threat on friday is partly what motivated me...and the fact the dvd is coming out!

emeraldwolf: we do need more slash...have you written anyyet?

inkie pinkie; your wish is my comand, i'm writing more...finally...

wow. I hade a lot of reviews...

Chapter Three

(erik)

This was just downright silly. I'd spent the last three hours glaring death at my score. I WAS GLARING AT PAPER! Ok, I need to calm down...Or yell. Really, anything is better than trying to panjab paper...

This was INSANE.

Sighing, I grabbed the nearest cloak, and headed for the above world, despartly needing something... But what?

(raoul)

I don't think I moved in the last hour. No, two- maybe even three- hours. I just lay, face burried in one of the overly large pillows scattered all over my room, wishing, hoping, dreaming mostly. I wanted to go back. Really, I wanted to see you again.

Eyes shut against the world, I kept seeeing you, eyes wide, shocked. I almost laughed remembering, but it was an insane laugh. One bred to hide pain. I was going insane, becuase of you. Your voice.

This was getting really sad.

I was sad.

Hopless.

I buried myself deeper into the pillow.

(erik)

I slipped from shadow to shadow, not really knowing where I was going -not caring either- until I found myself in front of the Vicomte's house.

Oh shit.

How'd that happen?

(raoul)

I didn't respond in the least to the sharp clang outside my window. I did, however, respond the the abrupt yelp of pain. Jerking upright, I found Erik glowering from my window. I lept form the bed to yank open the window, letting him in- and vast amounts of rain. "Erik," I breathed softly, not daring to believe it was reallyhim standing there, looking very unhappy.

"What?"he snapped. It sounded as if something had happened that wasn't suposed to. I guess that fact was glaring actully, why wouldhe be here ifhe was in his right mind?

"You're here..."

"I noticed that! I also happen to be sopping wet, in your bedroom, I couldn't write music to save my life at the moment, I can't think, at all, I keep imagining your face damnit, I'm sopping wet, I'm repeating myself-"he stopped abruptly. "I hate you."

"What did I do?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

"BESIDES take the one I loved away and then kiss me? Nothing, nothing what so ever," he hissed.

I fell silente. Erik, on the other hand, was still glowering. "You're blamming me for this all why...?" I ventured finally.

"Because it's your fault for ...everything!"

"How?" I demanded, suddenly defensive.

"Your the one who took her away, your the one who lost her, your the one who came into my opera house and kissed me!"

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it!"

I was going to die. Thats whathis eyes told me, after they got over being wide in shock. "How could I have enjoyed THAT?"

"You haven't killed me yet."

"And what if I'm getting to it?" Erik asked coldly.

I shrugged. "Then do so."

"You don't care?" Erik asked me, musical voice sounding dead.

I shrugged again. "Not really. What's the point." In staying if I can't have you? I added to myself.

The look he gave me, that one where he was trying to puzzle something out, made me want- very badly- to kiss him again.

"Sing?" I asked suddenly. He turned away from me.

"I haven't sang since that night. The music is dead."

(erik)

That stupid, vain, boy.

Sing for him? Why would I sing for HIM? He's the one to blame for the death of the Music of the Night. Isn't he?

Then why do I feel it blooming inside me again when I watch him?

I rewrote that chapter So many times. I just can not write it where I'm happy with it. gr. I still don't like it much, but oh well, I AM GOING TO UPDATE!

In other news, this story got nominated at www freewebs. com/ phanphicawards, and I think the voting will start around the 17th. Though really, you should vote for The Dariy of and Erik, which is in my favorite stories, which is SO FUNNY(even if it's not slash).