Alright...the ending is verrry soon...this isn't it though.

I made this a little longer then others..it was intentional.

Enjoy!

"Erik, I don't know if I can pose like this any longer!" Monique said impatiently. Erik looked up from his coal drawing, and gave a studying stare.

"Just a few more minutes…I need to add detail to your…body…" he said shyly. She gave him a teasing smirk.

"Oh? You're not studying my body enough? I was sure you were…or perhaps you were just staring for your own amusement this entire time." She said arrogantly. He shifted his stare to the ground.

"Perhaps." He simply said. She laughed lightly.

"But being the artist you are Erik, I thought you would have been able to do this faster." She teased him again. Gave a very frustrated sigh.

"Well its not like I draw naked women all day, you know! Nonetheless see them very often! And besides, I am a man, trying to control myself not to jump on you right now. Now. Would you like me to finish my drawing of you, OR, allow me to resist my control?" he asked with much restraint. He cursed to himself for saying so much out loud. She laughed at him once more.

"As tempting as your second choice sounds, I should allow you to finish your drawing. For if we did your second choice, you would never finish this." She said. She winked at him. He stared at her for a moment. Then, got up.

"Where are you going?" she asked him curiously. He stopped and looked at her again.

"I think you can take a question." He said walking a bit faster. Staring at him for a moment, it took her a few moments to realize what he meant by that.

Erik was a lot more frustrated then she realized! She began to laugh loudly.

"…Fawn? Is that you?" a voice called somewhat harshly. She immediately stopped laughing and ran to Erik's bed. Ripping the top sheet, she covered herself completely. When she completed her task, she looked up to see Vachel coming out of the darkness. She stared at him, not really knowing what to say.

"You've been seeing another man?" he yelled across to her. She stared at him bewilderedly. She knew she couldn't just say 'I'm with the phantom of the opera you twit'. She knew that wouldn't go over well.

"What are you doing here, Vachel?" she managed to say. She held tightly to the sheets.

"Answer, my, god damn question, Fawn. Are you seeing another man?" he asked angrily. She turned to where she last saw Erik. For him to make an appearance right now would be grand…

"And what would you do if I said yes? And what do you mean by 'another'?" she said boldly. He looked at her with blood-shot eyes. He might have had a few drinks before he came down…

"Another, as in having an affair with another man. Even the stupidity of men could have told you that!" he told her. Yes, it is quite certain he had a few to many drinks.

"I am only with one man. And I don't know why you think its you, but it isn't. Leave Vachel, you aren't welcome here!" she said bravely. She turned back to where she last saw Erik again; he still wasn't here. 'For god's sake, I'm not that attractive!' she thought to herself frightened. She turned to see Vachel giving a hold hearty laugh. He was approaching her closely.

"And if I don't? Who will stop me? Certainly not you.." he said. Her eyes widened, and she backed away from him with large steps. She now clutched onto her sheets.

From what seemed like from out of no where, Erik appeared in front of Monique. He pushed Vachel away. Monique clung to the back of him.

"Where were you?" she whispered to him quickly. He didn't answer that for a moment.

"…You are very good-looking, you know…" he said. She blushed deeply, and got off him for a moment. Vachel got up and looked at Erik with much perplexion.

"….the Phantom of the Opera?" He said. Erik walked right up to Vachel. He picked him up by the collar. Vachel's eyes widened.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here? Get out!" he roared at Vachel. Monique winced at Erik's tone. Vachel knocked off Erik's mask off. Erik turned right around from Monique, and dragged Vachel to the darkness. All Monique could do was stare at the mask.

'So I finally get to see what is behind the mask?' she asked herself. She bent down and held it close.

Erik came back fifteen minutes later, holding a cloth to his face for a cover. Monique stared at him for a moment, studying him. He stopped and gave her a sad look.

"…I suppose you want to see my face…" he said softly. She looked down, then back to him. She nodded. He slowly took off the cloth. She moved much closer to get a better look. He closed his eyes tightly. He felt little fingers on his face. He opened his eyes a little.

Monique was studying his face closely; it was interesting. She couldn't be disturbed by it, it was too fascinating. Erik opened his eyes, completely confused.

"Why aren't you screaming?" he asked. She looked into his eyes.

"I would only scream if I were frightened." She told him, and continued to study his face. Erik didn't know whether to weep for joy, through her on the ground and ask her for further questions. His 'social skills' were really proving themselves…

She stopped, and looked at him completely. Even with the scar, he was still a very good looking man. What should something like that get in the way?

She got up, and tugged at his hand. She let of the sheet. Erik didn't even bother hiding his quick looks at her body. Erik decided to take the lead, and picked her up and carried her off.