Hiiii! Second chapter time! . Hope you all liked the first. O.o yeah it is kinda weird that you and Christine look almost the same, but hey, everyone's supposed to have their twin in the world, and lately I've been seeing a lot of 'em. O.o like just last week I went to EFY and saw my friend Brent's twin...and my sister Victoria's...Moo...

Oh yeah! And guess what? XP To make things a tad easier and less confusing, you're going to be named Katie. Huzzah.

Oh and one more thing! I said this was going to be comedy .;; yeah, the first one wasn't very funny, I know, so this one is going to be better on that genre.

Phantom : ON WITH IT ALREADY!

Me : -shrinks- yessir...

Christine sat at the dinner table with the rest of the girls who were lodged in the Opera Populaire, all being either orphans or simply old enough to be out on their own.

"Christine...your face is white as a ghost..." Meg Giry said, taking Christine's hand as she sat down beside her. "Good Heavens! Your hands are as cold as ice! Mother!" she called.

Madame Giry walked over, swinging her braid around to the front of her shoulder. "Yes, Meg?"

"It's Christine. Something's wrong with her," Meg said worriedly.

"Oh, I'm fine," Christine said breathlessly. "It's just the corset. It makes it hard to breathe."

"How about you go back to your bedroom and change into your nightgown? I'll save some dinner for you," Mme. Giry suggested, swinging her cane back and forth out of habit.

"Yes. Good idea. I'll return shortly." Christine stood and walked back to her dressing room. She paused, looking up and down the hall. 'The girl said she'd be waiting here...' She frowned. 'Oh no...' She opened the door quickly and stepped in, gazing around. "Hello? Hello?" Her voice was terribly frightened. The mirror was ajar. She put her hand to her mouth. "Oh no...what have I done?"

"Wow..." escapes your lips as your eyes peer over the side of the curling stairwell. There must have been at least ten more stories down to travel.

"Something wrong, my dear Christine?" Phantom asks you. "Are you getting tired?" He stopped, turning to you.

"Wow..." you say again, but this time in remark at his cobalt blue eyes in contrast with his raven black hair. You blink, suddenly realizing how stupid you must sound. "I feel...short," you say out loud, suddenly feeling even more stupid.

'What a pathetic replacement...' Phantom thinks, sighing inwardly. "My dear Christine, there's a horse not too far ahead."

"Wow, a horse! Really?" you ask happily. This is just like a fairy-tale.

"..." Phantom was suddenly feeling his patience drain. Yes, Christine was only 16, but this replacement was more like a ten year old at Christmas. "Yes, my dear, yes. Just for you."

(OOS : Me : Wow, you're really an idiot .

Reader : Shaddap XO

Phantom : ... )

Once you reach the lake, you stare at the boat. The horse comes to a halt and you feel icy hands slip around your waist. "Wooow. What a boat. And nice horse too! Is this your lake?" you ask, feeling a little uneasy with all the silence.

"I see you have a new ballet outfit. I'm afraid I haven't been keeping up to date with the opera costumes," he remarks as he pulls you down from the steed, doing his best not to dig his hands too deeply into your flesh.

"Oh, well, nah, I just like this one," you say with a small blush, not sure how Christine would respond.

"Come, my love, sing for me," he said, nearly shuddering at the forced nickname.

"Sing? For you? Me? Right now?" you say as you plop into the boat with unusual lack of grace, considering your dancing upbringing.

The tall man sighed, beginning to row. "Yes." His voice was almost sharp, but he soothed it. "Yessss...my dear. For me...right now...as we speak..."

"Oh, no, I can't do that. Not without music." You laugh nervously, wringing your hands as you approach the shore of his lair. You stare in wonder at the candles, mirrors, and most of all, the beautiful pipe organ. Then you begin to notice the strewn papers on the floor, and the tables cluttered with masks, parchment, feathers, ink, wax, and other things. "You should hire a housekeeper," you blurt out, sounding much like a six year old.

'Perhaps...you should add ten years to your age, madame,' Phantom thinks, wanting nothing more than to push you out of the boat at that moment. "Yes, I should take better care of it, shouldn't I?" he said with a frown. Stepping from the boat, he helps you out as well, though not as gently as he could have.

"S...So...about these lessons. I really don't think I need them anymore, so if I could just being going I..." you try to explain as you turn back to the boat, feeling a little strange all alone under ground where no one can hear or see you, with an older man.

Phantom grabs your arm, pulling you back, and you find yourself face to face with him. His other hand finds its way to the tie of your cloak. "We've much to do..."

"Perverted old man!"

Phantom blinked. "...E-Excuse me?"

"You heard me!" you shout, trying to pull away, but finding his grip rather strong.

'She's much more stubborn than Christine. I'll dispose of her quickly. Now how to get her to listen...' he thinks. He drew in a small breath after releasing your arm, then began to sing, "Nighttime sharpens...heightens each sensation..."

You pause your march for the boat, something catching your breath in your throat.

The Phantom took a small step forward, continuing, "Darkness stirs and wakes imagination..." A small grin tugs at the corner of his full lips as he realizes his plan is working. "Silently the senses...abandon their defenses..."

You turn slowly, all anger and fear fleeing as your brown eyes are captured by his stormy blue gaze.

He extends a hand. 'A repeat of yesterday evening. But she doesn't know that. Let us see if she reacts the same way...' he thinks.

Barely half conscious, your hand sets in his black glove, legs moving helplessly, only aware that the angelic voice coming from the so called demon was feeding your curiosity. After all, why would one want to learn more, lest one cares?

"Close your eyes..." he sang softly, and it was as though he had taken control, your eyes shutting obediently. "Let your spirit start to soar..." As he held out this beautiful note, his hand pulled from yours, making your heart drop, yet his voice made it rise. Your eyes open, all breath escaped your lungs, face expressionless.

"Floating...falling..." His strong hands grasp your shoulders, turning you gently so your back is now pressed against his chiseled chest. His right hand takes hold of yours, his left hand traveling from your shoulder down to your stomach and into your own hand. "Sweet intoxication..." he led your hand up to meet his cheek. "Touch me...trust me..." he whispers.

That voice...so angelic. So amazing. You turn back to face him, literally face to face. Your lips skim the corner of his, but you're hardly aware, still stuck in the trance.

Pulling you around his cavern, he then shows you a statue carved of wax, a replica of Christine. You suddenly break from your trance and turn your head to glance at him, then nod your head back in the statue's direction.

"That's a bit creepy."

He just looks at you, then sighs. "Come. I'll take you back."

"But what about my singing lessons?" you ask.

"They can wait." He pulls you along back toward the boat. 'I can't believe I went along with this...' he thought.

After reluctantly (at least for you) being returned to Christine's dressing room, you check your reflection in the mirror, gasping to see your lipstick had shed itself partially on the Phantom's lips when they had made soft contact. You blush, beginning to remember, but only just. The trance was pretty deep. However, you can't remember seeing any red on Phantom's lips. He must've wiped it off at some point.

'Oh no...' you think, leaning a little closer to the mirror, touching your hair which had become simple waves instead of curls. Now you looked completely different from how you had when you'd gone down into his lair. 'I wonder if...he knew...'

Me : Well there you go...wasn't quite as funny as I expected.

Phantom : ...Indeed. I have a headache.

Me : Get used to it. She's an idiot, and that's that.

Reader : Hey! I resent that! XO

Me : XD You have to admit that this is probably how you would act around him.

Phantom : Oh Christine, pumpkin?

Me : -Bashes Phantom over the head with a pan- She belongs to Raoul XD

Phantom : Oro...

Me : -hides pan behind her back- Please leave a review! The more reviews, the happier I'll be to submit more chapters!