A/N Okay I know said I would post on another story next, but I'm getting into this one. Also, this part is from Broadway, not the movie.

Chapter Six: Il Muto

"Poor fool he makes me laugh…."

Lotte watched Carlotta and the other's perform. She longed to be out there singing, but she had yet to tell the others she could be speak, besides she had no teacher now. She felt her eyes fill with the tears she refused to shed as she remembered what had happened earlier that day. It was the second time Erik had refused her love, and for Christine too. She shook her head, trying to clear the image of his beautiful face. She closed her eyes and let the image of his face and the sound of his voice fill her mind.

She was pulled out of her reverie by the sound of his voice.

"Did I not instruct that box was to kept empty?" He sounded so angry. Then Christine broke character.

"It's him! I know it! It's him!"

"Your part is silent, little toad!" Lotte cringed, she knew Carlotta would regret that remark.

"A toad Madame? Perhaps it you who are the toad." Lotte lost her self in his voice.

Carlotta croaked. Lotte giggled a little at the sound. True to his word Erik had made her sound like a toad. Lotte realized that Erik too, was giggling, the sound made her heart skip a beat.

A few minutes later Lotte was among the dancers perform the ballet while Christine prepared to take over Carlotta's role. Lotte glanced up momentarily and noticed shadows above her. It took her a moment to realize who they wore, Bouquet and Erik. Erik was going to kill Bouquet, not that he didn't deserve it. The man was a pig and those horrible things he'd said about Erik…. All though she had expected it, she was still caught off guard be the sight of Bouquets garroted body. She screamed, and, right in the middle of a pirouette, fell. She felt something snap in her ankle and a sharp pain shot up her leg. She screamed again as the pain filled her mind. She managed to get up and limp backstage, she saw Christine and Raoul headed to the roof, but she was unable to follow. She sat in the stairs crying until the pain from he ankle caused her to pass out.

Erik listened as Christine and Raoul profess their undying love for each other. Once they had moved away he picked up the rose Christine had left lying in the snow.

"I gave you my music, made your song take wing and now, how you've repaid me, denied me and betrayed me." He felt the tears falling down his cheeks, after all he had given Christine how could she turn to him. "He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing… Christine…." He name escaped him as a sob. "Lotte…" The whispered name caught him off guard he looked to see who had said it and realized it was him. He heard Raoul and Christine's melody in the distance, taunting him with what he couldn't have and what he had give up. He groaned in frustration.

"You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you!" He vowed to no one in particular.

Erik looked down the stairs below him and saw Raoul and Christine leaning over Lotte. It took him a moment to realize that something was wrong with Lotte. He followed silently behind them as they carried her to Madame Giry.

He stood silently in the shadows until they left, after all Christine had to perform. It was only after they were out of sight that he stepped into the room. Madame Giry looked up at him, her face registering shock.

"Erik…. What are you doing here?" He looked at Lotte's unconscious figure. "I see…."

"What is wrong with her?"

"A broken ankle, nothing that can't be fixed, but she will not dance again."

"Will you take care of her until I return?" She looked at him questioningly. "There… there is something I must do." She nodded, keeping any further questions to her self. He glanced at Lotte one last time before sweeping out of the room.

A/N okay so it's not as long as my last chapter, but I'm almost out of time. Please review!