Yeah I know, this one is short... but anyway, I hope y'all like it! It gets a little tense, but no one will get hurt... yet. Dun Dun Dun! Sorry, I had to put that in there... yes, someone will get hurt -pretty bad- but I ain't sayin who or by whom! HaHa I'm so mean... but whatever, enjoy the chappie!

IMPORTANT: My friend Danielle has been helping me write this story, and she has constantly reminding me to give her credit, and I keep forgetting... but now I remembered! Yipee! So thank you Dani! You rock!

Disclaimer: I do not own PotO.

Jane woke up in a manner similar to that of the previous morning. She put on a dark green dress that she found, and found that it again fit flawlessly, as though molded to fit her. She left her room in hopes of finding Erik and something to eat.

"Are you hungry again this morning again, mademoiselle?" Jane whirled around to slap the person behind her upon reflex, but Erik caught her wrist. She let out a breath and nodded, and Erik led her again to the table in the main room, but this time he left her alone. Jane was grateful for this, because she felt that she needed time alone to ponder over her emotions.

When she finished her meal, Jane rose from her chair and wandered down the long hallway. She heard the soft scratching of a pen through one of the slightly ajar doors, and tapped on the wooden surface.

"Come in," she heard Erik say, and she pushed the door open and crossed the room to look over his shoulder. Before she could even glance at what he was working on, though, he put the piece of paper in one of the drawers of his desk. She did see a brown leather-bound manuscript labeled Don Juan Triumphant.

"Do not ask me what I was working on," Erik muttered, "I will not tell you." He stood up and led Jane back to the main room, and sat down at his organ. After pressing a few keys lovingly, he turned to Jane. "Now, let's begin your lessons, mademoiselle."

Jane felt a sudden surge of uncontrollable anger surface. "Why won't you tell me? Did it have something to do with me?"

"I told you that I would not tell you, mademoiselle. Do not ask me about it," Erik murmured, his tone firm.

"Why won't you tell me? If it has something, anything, to do with me, then I demand that you tell me of it now!"

"Do not use that tone with me, mademoiselle, particularly not in my own home." Erik was forcing himself to remain calm, though he could tell that his temper was going to get the better of him soon. He had already been in one of his less-that-savory moods, and knew that sparks would soon fly if Jane did not change her attitude.

"Aren't you the one who said that this is my home, too, Erik? If this is my home, then I can do what I wish, though I can hardly stand to call this place my home. I hate it here! I hate it! I hate you!" That was it for Erik. He rose from the bench and caught Jane by the neck, pinning her against the wall and knocking the bench over with a deafening clatter that echoed around the room.

She said it. She hates you, Erik. Now, tighten your grip, and rid yourself of her. Was it not you who also said, "If she doesn't learn to love me, then she and all of Paris will die"?

Erik tightened his fingers slightly around Jane's throat, but stopped suddenly when he saw the look of sheer terror on her face. He stood there, gazing into Jane's fearful eyes with his fingers on her neck, then finally sighed. No matter how much he wanted to, he could not bring himself to kill Jane. He let her go, took a few steps back, then abruptly turned on his heel and took off down the hallway.

Jane stared disbelievingly after him and fell to her knees, her hand on her neck. It hadn't hurt at all, but she was still shocked and scared by the fact that he had come that close to... killing her. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she let them silently fall down her face. Her angel. She needed to talk to her angel. Almost blindly Jane ran down the hall and into her room.

"Angel? Angel, are you there?" Jane called over and over again, but she received no reply. After a while, Jane collapsed onto her bed, tears falling freely from her eyes. Where are you, Angel?

Erik sat at his desk, and retrieved the piece of paper he had been working on before. He grabbed his pen and continued to scribble a picture. He let his thoughts flow through his pen and into his drawing, stopping only when his paper was full. When he raised his head to survey his picture, he saw Jane smiling brightly at him, her face tilted a few degrees to the side and her hair cascading over her shoulder delicately. Oh, how he longed to see the real Jane do just that! Of course, he had seen her smile before, but never while looking at him...

With a sigh, he stood up finally and walked out of his room. He wandered down his hallway until he came to Jane's door. Putting his ear to it, he heard not a sound, so he grabbed the knob and tried to twist it. Locked... as though that would stop him. Using a special trick only he knew, Erik had the door open within a few seconds.

He opened the door silently and crossed the room, coming to Jane's bedside. He stared at her sleeping figure and felt tears come to his eyes, but he blinked them back. With shaking fingers, Erik carefully reached out and brushed one of Jane's locks of hair out of her face.

Erik had never felt such mixed emotions before in his life, not even with Christine. He hated the fact that it was so hard for him to hurt Jane, especially since it may show her his... weaker side, but at the same time he hated -no, abhorred- the thought of harming her. Usually, when killing people, there was no emotional interference, but he loved Jane too much. No matter what, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. He loved her too much...

Disgruntled, Erik left the room. He walked into the main room and over to the table, and sat down in one of the chairs. He lay his head on the table, and suddenly realized how exhausted all the emotional strain had made him. He did not fight it when his eyes slowly shut, and fell asleep.

So thank you all, wonderful reviewers! You guys are totally awesome! HaHa I totally love you guys, but I have to go because I'm not supposed to be on the computer... shhh don't tell me parents! LOL But anyway, I have to go because I think I hear my mom coming! Oh crap, cya guys! Review!