Chapter 4

A/N I don't own The Phantom of the Opera, but I wrote the Angle lullaby.

I know this chapter is short and ends when Erik and Chelsea (and you people who read this) are going to open up and learn about each other's past.

Maska-I'm so gladyoulike my story. And yes, you are right Matthew is like an evil Raoul, I loved how you put that. Ummm about the hydrogen peroxide my family uses it to clean cuts and stuff (I have three younger brothers, so we go through it pretty fast). I've never heard that you could die your hair blond with it, but it could work I guess. Also go ahead and like Matt I tried not to make him too evil.

I like your idea for Matthew's new revenge! What should Matthew do? (taps chin, waits for idea and grins evilly) yours would be wonderful to hear. If I add a new character, namely you, what do you want your name to be? Thank you so much for reviewing!

Madame Opera Ghost- I will try to update often and write more. I'm in the middle of the next chapter But, I'm just wingin' it for now. Ideas would be appreciated and thanks for reviewing.

Emma-J-Riddle- Thanks for reviewing. I also a hopeless romantic, that's about all I read (blushes).

Chelsea and Erik talked the night away. At about three in the morning Chelsea had drifted off to sleep. Erik picked her up and brought her over to the small bed in the dressing room, but then thought the better of it and carried her through the mirror. As he walked down the winding tunnels he sang quietly to her:

Hush now my Angel

Be still, love and sleep

Sleep, now and dream

Dream of the sunrise

And the day that's to come

And think, as you dream, of me

Chelsea shivered in her sleep and Erik drew her closer to him. When they reached the lair, Erik laid her gently on a bed in the spare room next to his, and kissed her one last time.

Suddenly he realized that he had left his mask in her room, but he never went back to get it. Erik lay down on his bed, but couldn't sleep; his mind was filled with Chelsea. She loved him, she had seen his face and hadn't screamed and had washed the blood off of it. She had danced with him, let him kiss her, and kissed him back, and she had promised to be there for him comfort and care for him.

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Matthew knocked on Chelsea's dressing room door. There was know answer, and the door was locked. He drew the keys out of his jacket pocket and unlocked the door. The room was empty. Matthew inspected the room, there were no signs of Chelsea, just a bloody washcloth (bloody as in filled with blood not the expression.), and a mask. Erik's mask. Matthew had no doubt now where Chelsea had gone. She was with Erik, and he would pay for this. Matthew walked out of the room taking the mask with him.

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When Chelsea opened her eyes she realized that she wasn't in her dressing room. And then it hit her. Erik. Was last night just a dream? Was the whole adventure just a dream, something out of her overactive imagination? No it couldn't have been, because who else would have taken her out of her room?

Chelsea rolled quietly out of the bed and walked out the door. The hallway was long and dark. The first door Chelsea opened was the sitting room Erik had taken her in. The second door led to Erik's room where he was sleeping softly. Chelsea looked at him. His mask was off she noticed. His face was truly beautiful, the side he wore the mask on was beautiful in its own way.

Chelsea had seen worse sights, faces that had been distorted with hatred and twisted with rage.

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Erik stirred and opened his eyes slightly, afraid that Chelsea had been a creation of his imagination, fashioned from his loneliness. He didn't want that happiness and peace to leave him. He was afraid that the joy his angel had given him only came with sleep. But it had been the best dream he'd ever had, Chelsea had kissed him, loved him and she was the only person on earth who ever had, and she might have been a dream.

But it hadn't been a dream; there she was standing there looking at him with a thoughtful expression on her beautiful face, her eyes shining with love. He watched her tip-toe over to him and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. Then he watched her walk over to the door preparing to leave.

"Good morning darling" Erik said softly. Chelsea spun around.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" Erik shook his head, got out of his bed and embraced her. She hugged him back.

"Well" he whispered into Chelsea's hair, "Should we get some breakfast?" Chelsea nodded. Erik led her to a small kitchen off the sitting room. Chelsea noticed Erik's cut looked much better. Erik opened the cupboards and started to find something to eat.

"Matthew keeps me well stocked." Erik explained, but then suddenly remembered the night before. Chelsea shivered.

"He gives me the creeps." She said softly as Erik served her hot chocolate and a slightly warm chocolate croissant. Erik remained silent remembering the night before. The couple walked into the sitting room. Erik stopped dead in his tracks a thought hitting him.

"What?" Chelsea asked alarmed.

"I just realized I don't know anything about you." He said shock sounding in his voice. Chelsea laughed.

"Well you know more about me then I know about you." She stated. This was indeed true. Erik new Chelsea was not from France, she could sing to make the coldest of hearts melt and that she loved him, but that was it. Chelsea on the other hand new nothing of Erik except that he loved her, he had been rejected all his life, and someone (namely Matthew, but she doesn't know that yet) hated him.

Erik and Chelsea sat down to share their life's stories.

A/N Sorry about the cliff hanger, I have to come up with history for Chelsea and Erik yet and what Matthew's going to do. Ideas, ideas, ideas!