A/N: Thank you once again to my devoted reviewers, you guys rock! And to reply to one of the reviews, i know that his eyes are blue, but i have this one picture of Erik where it looks like his eyes have gold specks through them, so that's what i'm basing his eyes off of. Thanks for reminding me though! Read and Review pleaseypoo!

Rebecca

Chapter Three: A Letter from Erik

"Rebecca," asked Meg while the two girls ate their breakfast, "Mama wanted to know if you would like to attend the performance this evening."

"That would be lovely, thank you." They finished their meals, and then Meg went off to rehearse. Rebecca decided to wander around the building for a little while, so she donned her trademark black gown, and locked her bedroom door behind her.

The back hallways of the Opera Populaire were crowded and busy in preparation for Il Muto. Rebecca cautiously slid through the shadows to avoid being seen, and continued on her little 'tour' of the building.

While Rebecca slunk through the shadows on the ground, her father slunk through the shadows in the ceiling. He watched as she maneuvered the halls effortlessly without being noticed by anyone. She is like me, he thought to himself, and then continued on to where he had been heading in the first place.

As Rebecca backed into an empty doorway, trying to get out of the way of an angry Carlotta, she bumped into someone. "Sorry," she said, not really knowing to whom she was apologizing.

"It's alright my dear." It was M. Giry. "I was just looking for you, actually. I have a note for you from Erik."

"Oh really? Thank you," said Rebecca, taking the envelope from M. Giry. It was white with red trim and a red skull seal.

M. Giry nodded, and then left Rebecca alone to read her letter.

Rebecca:

Your sudden appearance has quite frankly, left me in shock. I never dreamed that I would end up meeting you after I left Penelope all those years ago. I am still unsure of how to properly react to this situation, and do not know exactly what to say to you. At the moment, all I can leave you with is that I do want to meet you, I just am not sure of when. I promise that I will not make you wait long for my decision.

Erik

Although she was not completely satisfied with this note, Rebecca understood why Erik was so uneasy. She too was beginning to feel quite nervous about meeting the man who abandoned her and her mother. She folded the note up, and put it in her pocket, then continued on her walk.

Later that evening, Rebecca sat in a seat near the front of the stage and watched the performance. She had never seen an opera, and was quite thrilled by the music and dancing. She almost felt like the music was a part of her, and was suddenly compelled to write some of her own. However, that would have to wait, for the performance was about to suddenly become very interesting.

Carlotta began to sing, "Poor fool he makes me laugh," when a booming voice suddenly rang out through the auditorium. Rebecca turned in her seat and saw that a man in black stood up near the domed ceiling. She heard various whispers around the room about 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Seeing him sent a strange chill through her, which she tried her best to ignore. After the excitement of the strange man and voice died down somewhat, the opera continued.

Carlotta began that same line again, but this time was interrupted by something much worse…she began to croak. Carlotta, the prima donna of all of Paris, was croaking. Rebecca began to laugh, and could not stop. The poor woman ran off the stage, and the curtains closed with the managers stuttering about Christine Daae taking over.

In the meantime, the ballet from act three would be put on until Christine could be ready. Rebecca thought it to be quite sweet, but maybe a little too pretty. She leaned back in her chair and silently wished for something exciting to happen again. Well, she was in luck…

Without warning, the stagehand Joseph Buquet suddenly fell down from the rafters with his head in a noose. The audience gasped and Rebecca almost smiled. She knew that it was morbid to enjoy a show like this, but it was so shocking and grotesque that she couldn't help herself.

Up in the rafters, Erik looked down upon the crowd and admired the chaos he had ensued. It wasn't long before his golden eyes fell upon Rebecca sitting near the front. She was perhaps the only person not panicking. In fact, she looked amused even. He gently tossed a rose down to her, and then ran off to find Christine and Raoul.

The rose fell from the rafters gracefully, and landed softly in Rebecca's lap. She picked it up and ran the silky black ribbon through her fingers, wondering who it was from. Secretly she hoped that it was from whoever had caused all the commotion. She quickly glanced around to see if the thrower of the rose was anywhere near, but she couldn't see him. Once the crowd had settled down somewhat, Rebecca got out of her seat and snuck off to her room.