Chapter 2

A/N Hi everyone, I forgot to say this on the last chapter, I don't own POTO or anybody originally from it, I wish I did but, nope, but, all the other people are from my mind. Tee hee!

Enjoy,

Christy Day

Chelsea gasped, suddenly everything seemed so real. She felt like Christine when she stepped through this mirror, scared, excited, and quite a bit curious.

"What is this place?" Chelsea whispered.

"Shhh" Was Matthew's only reply. He led her down long, winding tunnels that seemed to go on forever. Chelsea sighed; she was cold and slightly damp from being underground.

"Are we almost to there?" She said in a hushed voice.

"Yes" he whispered back to her. A few minutes later the petite teenager heard strains of an organ coming from up a head. She gasped trying to calm herself and to take everything in, some guy she didn't even know was leading her around the catacombs of Paris, trying to prove to her that some old story was true. But as the music got louder Chelsea felt calmer, and she hated to admit it even to herself, a bit enchanted.

Suddenly Matthew stopped, and told her to wait there.

"But-" She started to protest, but he was already gone. After Matthew had been gone for five minutes, Chelsea started to wonder if she was going to have to find her own way out. Thirty seconds later, a portcullis a foot in front of Chelsea was raised up. Chelsea stood tall but feeling very small and helpless.

"Chelsea" Matthew's voice called out, up ahead candles where lit and illuminated his golden hair. " Walk forward." Chelsea did so, but taking tiny unsure steps.

"Where am I?" She called out hoarsely to Matthew, but he didn't seem to hear her. Chelsea's heat pounded in her throat. Finally after what seemed like years to her she reached Matthew's side.

"Erik!" He called out, "Come out here Man." Then Matthew said something in French that Chelsea didn't understand. Then out of the shadows emerged a tall, young man, with dark hair and bright blue eyes. Part of his face was covered with a white mask. Chelsea gasped. Chelsea felt his gaze rest upon her for a long moment, then he turned to Matthew and hissed,

"Why did you bring someone down here? Am I a circus act to you? Tell me why you brought her here!"

"Erik, look at her", Matthew pleaded.

"I see her" His beautiful voice said with disgust.

"Don't you see Christine in her?"

"Mon Dieu, you're right" Erik said his voice softening. "But how to you know?" He asked, doubt in his voice.

"Well she said she was French and Swedish" Erik sniffed.

"What's her name?" The man in the mask asked Matthew.

"My name is Chelsea" The girl said, introducing herself

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He couldn't believe it. It was if Christine was standing right in front of him. No, he couldn't let himself feel for her, just look at what happened to his great, great, great grandfather. But she had looked him in the eye, hadn't ran away or screamed. Her eyes blazed, with feistiness, and he saw just a touch of fear.

"What would I possibly want with her?" He snapped. " She can't even speak proper French." disgust filling his voice.

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"Ahhh, but she can sing." Matthew said with glee.

"How do you know if I can sing or not" Chelsea said with a smile twitching on her lips.

"Well there is only one way to find out." Matthew said happily. "Erik can you play something?"

"I can play anything, but how does her singing prove anything?" Matthew just smiled. She had to be able to sing, if not, well Erik would never forgive him.

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Me sing, yeah, sure, you betcha, Chelsea thought to herself. The truth was she could sing, really well. The organ started to play.

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Think of me

Think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye

Remember me, once in a while

Please promise me you'll try

When you find that once again you long

To take your heat back and be free

If you ever find a moment

Spare a thought for me.

Both Matthew and Erik looked at each other in awe, the girl's voice was amazing, it was soft and sweet, but had a sense of power to it.

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Her voice echoed through-out the catacombs as he played. Erik watched her as she sang, it was beautiful. As she sang Erik saw all the fear and surprise, melt away from Chelsea, and as her voice took over her, a smile playing over her rose of a mouth. He saw her eyes shining in the candlelight, and happiness shone through them. She had forgotten everything around her.

His closely guarded heart quickened a few beats. "No" he told himself, " You can't fall in love with her, she could never love a monster. She could never love someone with a face such as mine." He thought to himself, his eyes starting to sting from tears that he fought to control.

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Chelsea looked over to the organ at which Erik played. She felt her heart skip a beat, not with fear but with, well, she didn't know what exactly, but she felt her heart go out to him, trying to fell what was in his. She knew in must be hurting, why else would he be living in the catacombs under Paris all alone. The music had stopped, but it had calmed her, took away the fear she had felt before. She had forgotten about Matthew until he ran over to her saying:

"Chelsea, that was amazing!" She smiled at him, and then looked over at Erik who was still sitting at his huge organ. He looked up as soon as he felt her gaze rest on him.

"You can sing" He stated simply. She smiled shyly up at him.

"Thanks" She said softly." You can play beautifully." Chelsea whispered, feeling her cheeks get hot.

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Erik thought he saw Chelsea's cheeks turning red. He told himself it was just the candlelight, but he couldn't erase the sight of her smiling at him.

"Mathew" he said to the boy, "Go back to your office, I will bring Mlle. Chelsea later.

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"Fine" Matthew said, but with a dangerous tone. He'd go back, and wait for them, and then Erik would pay someday, he would have his revenge.

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A/N oooooo a cliff hanger. And yes Mathew is the bad guy, I couldn't let the love story unfold without some complication.