I know I said we'd possibly see more of Faye's past, but this little turn is needed and it wanted out first before we saw any more of their nice lunch. I promise you next chapter I'll return to them, but for now you get to learn more of her present situation. Also, as for anyone who thinks Erik is becoming attracted too fast: The man had his heart ripped out and stomped on, even I know that you're not going to heal THAT soon. No, it will become clear dearies, time and patience are all I ask for. Lots and LOTS of talking in this chapter, though I assure you it's not a filler, this will become important in time. This is my shortest yet, but it's due to the fact I can't see too well right now and didn't want to write out too much.

Mapped out future chapters today, this is definitely going to be a lengthy story, but I'll let you get to reading now.

P.T.O. Still working on this new character, so if he seems a bit... off is the best way I could put it, he's not completely formed yet. Also, found out today that I need everyday glasses, I picked out a beautiful pair of frames, half-moon just like dear Dumbledore's, EXACTLY like his in the movie truthfully. I made a slight edit to this (correcting spelling actually, lack of sight messed me up). I would also like to state, free virtual Erik plushies to whoever reviews! -holds out a plushie filled box- Only one to each reviewer. Maybe next time I'll give out Raoul's too!

Lucien limped his way into Madame Bontecou's brothel, damn Montague for what he did.

Lucien had tried to cheat at a game of cards the night before and ended up with a knife wound to the leg. He knew that only some time spent with his favorite girl would cheer him up, and he planned to take full advantage today with her.

"Lucien! A pleasure to see you again, I see you're doing well." Madame Bontecou chided while staring at his bloody pant leg. She couldn't really say that he was enjoyable, but he always paid well for her girls, and for that she put up with him.

"Aye, fine as always, this is Montague's fault it is. I was hoping though to be with my girl for a while, is she in?"

"No, that little ratty girl isn't here now,"

"Don't call Faye ratty, ye' old hag, she's certainly got better looks than most of your wretched whores,"

"Why do you have such a fascination with her at all, you could have any girl but you always want her. Everytime you come for her even she puts up a fight and you know she despises you, so why do you always want Faye?"

"Oh, my dear lady, it's that fight in her that I love so much. She's a wild one, I'll admit that, but I'll be able to break her someday," Lucien grinned wickedly, "She'll realize someday that no one denies me what I want."

"Lucien... Come to my office, I need to talk to you on a matter that you'd be the best man for."

Lucien again limped along up the stairs, getting a few calls from some of the other girls, he was one their most pleasing customers.

Madame Bontecou sat behind her desk and considered Lucien for a minute. He was a well built man that could easily handle himself in a situation. Lucien didn't have a lot as far money went, but he was rather pleasing to the eye and had substantial wit, though that merely fueled his arrogance when it came to his desires.

"Lucien, how old are you?"

"I am 28, my dear lady," he said with a smile, if she needed his help, a little flattery on his part might produce a few bills in his pocket.

"You're good at not being caught, right?"

"Bontecou, just what are you after?"

"I want you to follow the girl around,"

"Faye? Not that I object," which he didn't. He'd followed her before, hoping for a chance to take her outside the brothel and save a few francs. "but for what reason?"

"You've heard about that incident at the opera house, haven't you?"

"The ghost who was really a man, whose face was that of a demon, aye. Heard the whole story from Montague a few days after it happened. Heard of the sweet girl he tried to take too, a fine little piece she was, can't say I blame him for wanting such a nice-"

"Lucien, will you pay attention!" Bontecou yelled at him. He may be intelligent at times, but show him some exceptional beauty and his mind would construct many a twisted idea. "Now then, you remember how they said he was never found?"

"Yes, Madame, all that was left of him was some beat down caverns from what I heard,"

"Yes, well, Lucien I've heard something very interesting,"

"And what might that be, that it requires my special abilities?"

"He is not dead, I have seen him,"

Lucien stared at Bontecou, surely she must be drunk again, as if this so called 'Ghost' would really be in her presence. Then again, if he was, it could be very beneficial to him.

"When did you see him? How even, I thought he was supposed to be a mysterious being, something that was only seen if he wanted to be."

"Do you not do the very same?"

Lucien thought on this for a moment, then realized the foolishness in his words.

"Aye, that I do," he blushed for a moment, then his face took on a tough look, he hated the wench talking to him like this. "All right, so tell me about it all."

-Holds up the box of Erik plushies once more- Review, please?