Author's note: ok I changed this chapter a bit. Hope you like!

I awoke with a satisfied moan. I was in a comfy bed. I smelt the sheets. They smelled intoxicating. It was cologne perhaps? This is a mans bed, I finally realized. I opened my eyes to find I was in a cave-like room. It smelled of smoke. I was in a bed with red fuzzy sheets. Where am I? I inhaled the sheets one last time before standing up. Memories of what had happened last night came flooding back to me. I sniffed and realized I still had a cold, but the fever had broken. I walked forward slowly not knowing what to expect. Then I heard a beautiful sound. It was an organ. The beautiful sweet tune filled the air. I closed my eyes and listened to the passion that was flowing through the room. I had always enjoyed music and could easily feel the emotion within a piece, but this was unlike anything I had heard before. It was brilliant! My heart followed the rhythm of the music. When it got louder my heart felt as if it was going to explode in my chest. I walked towards the sound compelled to the powerful notes. I felt drawn to the source. I believe I forgot who I was. I was like a newborn child that knew nothing of the world. All that I knew was the music.

When I reached the source I found a man with ink black hair playing an organ. He was playing each melody at once. My eyes widened as his gloved hands thrust violently apron the organ. When the melody changed he began running his hands down the keys in such a manner that I secretly yearned for him to touch me in the same way. His music gave me filthy thoughts. Despite my morals I was powerless. He was not only playing the organ he was afflicting my emotions.

Behind the man was a lake glistening from Candlelight. There was a small table with red chairs and mirrors on the walls that were covered with curtains. I stepped on a piece of glass and it crunched. He stopped playing. He had heard me. I froze in place unable to move. The trance was broken.

He slowly turned around and there he was. For a second I believe my heart actually stopped beating. There staring at me was the man that had broken my fever. A murderer had shown me kindness. It was the Phantom.

I gasped. He was not only terrifying, but unbelievable attractive. His masked face was cold, showing no emotion, but on his other side was a soft face. He was slightly pale but his other features grabbed my attention. He had green hypnotizing eyes, he was so muscular, and oh my his lips! His lips would make any girl faint. They were so big and red. He wore a black coat and pants over a white button up shirt and black gloves. His clothes clung tightly to his muscular form. His eyes met mine and my lips parted. I felt as if I was going to melt.

"I see you are better," he said turning back to his music. I still was unable to say a word. He was a murderer! Why am I feeling this desire in his presence? His eyes blinked in the candlelight. They looked almost purple now. His white mask glowed in the light as well.

Oh please don't let him be able to hear my heart beating. I trembled in a mix of fear and lust.

He glared back at me again questioning my silence.

I stared directly into his eyes and he looked back into mine for the longest time. This man had helped me when I was sick and if it weren't for him I most likely wouldn't have made it first chair in the upcoming opera. Why had he done any of this? Perhaps he is lonely. I stared into those eyes hoping to find answers and then he got up and walked away his cloak draping across the floor behind him... Was he leaving me? He came back with my cello in his hands.

"Play for me," He said softly. It wasn't a question, more of an order.

I sat in a chair. I placed the cello in-between my legs and stuck out the end pin as he set up my music on a stand. I held on my bow and was almost ready to play, but in one movement his cloak swirled around and he softly grabbed my arms behind me. I could smell that familiar smell I found on the bed sheets. His smell was enough to drive me mad.

He leaned down and whispered softly in my ear, "Loosen your grip, be gentle." Then he placed his hands above mine and fixed my grip. I felt as if I was going to faint. I wanted so badly to touch that cheek that was brushing against my neck.

"Your arms are too tense," he said grabbing my shoulders and running his hands down to my elbows to loosen my grip. My eyes fluttered a movement that I prayed he didn't see. I couldn't control my senses any longer. I had no sense of right or wrong. I didn't care whether or not he was a murderer. His presence was so powerful.

He walked over to the organ and began playing so I joined him. I felt a bit ashamed of my skill compared to his. I skipped a few notes and forgot some markings. He was perfect. I don't believe he played a single note incorrectly. I hit a note and it was unbearably sharp. A loud squeak filled the room in result of my thoughts and not paying attention to the music. He stared at me with an annoyed look on his face. I felt like laughing all of a sudden from my stupid mistake and put a hand over my mouth to stop myself. He trotted back towards me.

"Forget everything you know and feel the music. Let the room disappear. Focus on the passion that is being portrayed." He said

I tried not to stare. Every gesture he made caused me to suck in larger breaths then necessary. I nearly choked on my own air. I took a breath and started over. He listened. I tried not to think about his eyes on my hands, but it was difficult. I felt my face turn pink again. I remembered when he hummed to me and the organ playing from just seconds ago and Let the music in my head play aloud. It made me feel good that I was doing it correctly and he was watching. When I reached the end I looked back to him. He was standing there with his arms crossed and no emotion showing on his face. I couldn't tell whether that was a good or bad thing.

"You still have a lot to learn," he said shaking his head.

I didn't understand what I had done wrong. I felt a hint of anger rise in me, but sighed it off. I gathered my cello and put everything in the case.

"Um, I have to be back by two o clock," I managed to stutter.

He led me towards a stairway behind the bedchamber and walked me up. He released a board in the ceiling and put my cello through it then looked at me. He was waiting for me to go up. I walked up the steps and was surprised to find myself in my room. There, I stood up and turned around, the entrance through the floorboards that he had taken was gone, and so was he. I noticed a tiny crack in the floorboards. How did I not see that before?