Howdy, yeah Rebecca is pretty straightforward, but that's because she inherited Erik's temper and she has trouble containing herself. Yeah, this chapter is called Temper, Temper I because there will be two other temper, temper chapters later on. Anyways, i hope you enjoy this chapter and the next one should be up tomorrow sometime. r&r!

Rebecca

Chapter 5: Temper, Temper I

"Do you like music, Rebecca?" he asked, gesturing to the organ behind them and the stacks of sheet music scattered around the lair.

"I do," she replied. "I haven't had much chance to learn about it or anything though. We were too poor for music lessons, and had no instruments of any sort in the house. I did manage to teach myself how to write music at some point, but I'm not sure that I am any good at it."

Erik smiled, "Perhaps you will allow me to hear some of you compositions some time. I too once taught myself how to write music. I'm glad that you inherited more than my foul temper, and dark looks."

Rebecca stood up and looked over the piles of music on the organ. "What is this?" she asked, picking up the fist page of a song. The title read, 'Point of No Return'. "It looks very interesting."

"It is a song from an opera that I am writing."

"Are they going to perform it here?"

He smiled wickedly, "Yes, if things go the way I am planning. I will present it to the managers at the New Years masquerade, and make it clear the Christine Daae is to have the lead. Have you met her yet?"

"No, I have not. I did see her leaving with that young Vicomte last night though," she said.

Erik flinched. "I hate that boy," he confided, "He is stealing her away from me."

"Are you in love with her? You can't be, she can't be much older than I am!" Rebecca was slightly disgusted that her father could be in love with a girl the same age as she.

"Yes or, at least I was. Now she has betrayed my trust, and must pay. I will have her; she will be mine." His eyes began to flame, and his teeth clenched just thinking about Raoul and Christine. After that scene on the roof last night, he was more furious than ever at that boy. However, he tried his best not to let it show through to his daughter.

Rebecca glared at him, and suddenly was not shy at all any longer. She gave her father a piece of her mind. "So basically what you're saying is that you don't love her but will continue to stalk her and then take her to be yours against her will. Yes Erik," she said sarcastically, "that sounds like brilliant plan and I cannot wait to see it carried out and accomplished."

Well, needless to say, Erik did not like his daughter's outburst. She had no right to speak to him in such a manner, especially after only just meeting! "In the future," he said glowering at her, "you will refrain from speaking to me in such a tone. What I do is my decision and mine alone. If I were you, Rebecca, I would watch what I say. I am not a man to be trifled with."

For several silent moments, Erik and Rebecca glared at each other. They both carried terrible tempers and neither wanted to back down. Finally though, Rebecca used her common sense (something obtained from her mother) and somehow came out as the one on top. "Fine," she said, "I will do my best to speak in respect to you in the future. However, do not expect my sympathy or empathy with your situation with Christine. I'm sorry that I spoke to you in such a way, and please excuse my temper."

Erik was surprised that she had apologized. He said, "Thank you Rebecca, and I too apologize for my quick tongue. It was rude of me to speak in such a manner to a young lady." Then, he turned and looked around the cave. Shyly he said, "We have a lot of catching up to do, and I was wondering whether you would be returning to the room Madame Giry set up for you, or would be requiring a room in here. I know that it is not a very acceptable home, but…"

Rebecca's face softened, and she could hardly contain her smile. "I would very much like to stay here if it is not too much trouble. I actually like it down here; the gloom and darkness is comforting in a way."

"It will be no trouble at all, come with me please." Erik led her up a set of stone stairs, down a narrow corridor, and into a smaller cave. The cold stone walls were covered in crimson coloured velvet drapes to keep the heat in. The bed was intricately carved into the shape of a bird of some sort. Rebecca had seen another bed just like it in the main bedroom which they had passed on the way. Lacy black curtains hung around the bed, and it was covered in black sheets and thick black blankets, all silky smooth and down filled. A bureau stood against one wall and on either side of the beds were empty bookcases.

"This is beautiful," she said in awe of her new room.

"I made it just for you," he said quietly, almost embarrassed. He was proud that she liked it though, for he had spent all day working on it. "It is getting late, you should get some rest. When you wake you will find clothes in the bureau. Goodnight Rebecca."

"Goodnight Erik."

Erik left Rebecca alone, and went to his organ to think. He was pleased that she wished to stay with him, but still angry that she had got the better of him in their argument. No one had ever dared stand up to him, and it was really nagging at him. Eventually though, he realized that perhaps it was good that she had the capacity to apologize. If not, then living together would turn into quite the gong show.

(Please excuse that last line, I was hyper. Here is the revised version:

If not, then living together would turn into quite the battle.

Thank you)

Whatdid you think? Oh, and a quick question: I never mentioned whether Penelope (Rebecca's mom) was alive or not. Do you think she should make a an appearance, or be dead for the rest of the story?