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I DO NOT OWN THE PHANOM OR ANY OTHER RELATIONS SO DON'T SUE ME! Allright. Back to the story:

"What does it matter? I'm good as dead already." I snapped back. What was I doing? Had I gone insane? The phantom interrupted my thoughts by pulling me by the arm angrily into box 5 as I screamed and slamming the door shut behind him. The sharp pain in my arm felt like he was ripping it off. His hand still gripped my arm tightly as he threw me to the chair. When he finally let go, I was relieved.

Gripping my arm in pain, I watched him pace back and forth for a second before turning to me. "If I hear one word from you about my whereabouts to anyone at all, your neck will not escape my Punjab lasso." He informed me with a snake-like tone in his voice. "Murderer? Thief? Killer? They all pretty much describe me. So do not mistake me for an idiot, mademoiselle, for you have not seen all of me yet."

I changed the subject, not wanting to think about my future, for I knew I would die, from the wrath of either the police or the Phantom. "I would still like to know how you acquired my name without me telling you."

"Do not try to change the subject!" He hissed, resisting the urge to slap me.

"Just what subject were we talking about before then, Monsieur?" I answered calmly, crossing my arms.

He mumbled something I could barely understand.

"Excuse me?" I waited for him to reply in a more clear tone.

"Please do not address me as Monsieur. I trust we can speak to each other with knowing each other's names?" he finally said, cooling his temper. There was an awkward silence between us.

"I suppose." I answered with a sigh.

He sat down next to me, staring in my eyes. It happened again, I got lost within his beautiful green eyes. I looked as If I were in a trance, for I sat up straight, and my breaths were short and fast.

"Erik." Was the one word that came from his mouth, not taking his eyes from mine.

"Annie is mine, but I'm assuming you already knew that?" The way he was looking at me felt utterly uncomfortable. I could make out a small smile on his face, at least, that's what it looked like in the dark. A shiver went down my spine as I felt a cold hand touch my cheek.

"So soft…." I heard him whisper. I began to feel nervous and I tend to stutter when that happens. So I was silent, not daring to make a move, let alone breathe. My eyes looked bloodshot, my mouth parted slightly. I looked as if I were dead. I tried looking anywhere but at him. How I longed to take his mask off and see his face. My mind was urging me to do so. My hand twitched as I tried to prevent it from touching his face as well. I knew how it would end up if I did. I would end up dying. And there was no way I could stop him. Another hand was soon on my other cheek. This had gotten to the point where I couldn't bear it any longer.

"Well, now that we're acquainted, I guess I shall be off?" I said quickly, standing up. And I truly did wish to leave. I still resisted the urge to look him in the eye.

I felt his icy touch upon my flesh again as he grasped my hand lightly. Again I shuddered under his touch. "Yes?" I finally said, giving up my attempt to wander from his gaze.

NOTE: Haha! Yet another cliffie! Review if you want more! I relish on power! hehe