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She smiled and lifted her hands to his face, feeling for the string that held the mask on his face. "It is late Matt, time for the game to come to an end" she whispered, he seemed to tense up and lifted his hands as if to stop her, but she smiled triumphantly as she pulled the mask off.

But her smile soon vanished and from her voice came no song, but a bone chilling scream.

She couldn't remember how she had ended up on the ground, nor did she really care at this moment. The person before her though, was not Matt as she had thought, or Matt had shed several layers of his skin. This mans face looked as if it had been decomposing for a while and there was but skin and bone, literally, but what was the most horrifying was the fact that he had no nose. He looked at her with deep sunken yellow eyes, not blue as they had been earlier; it was as if he had wrapped an illusion around her with his song.

He glared at her and with out warning he began to yell, "YOU ACCURSED WOMAN! HAVE YOU NOT LEARNED ANYTHING, EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! What I fool I was to have believed that you would be more understanding!" He turned his back saying the last part more quietly to her and then threw some papers across the floor, tears stung her eyes and she wished dearly that Matt was here to save her.

After a moment her seemed to shrink against the organ, Rebecca took this chance to speak. "I am sorry, truly I am, please forgive me sir… I had t-thought that you were someone else!" She lifted the mask in hand for him to take; he glanced over his shoulder and reached back for it. After attaching it back to his face he turned to her, his shoulders were slightly dropped, as if she had wounded him in more than one way.

"Forgive me my dear; I know you do not remember. I had hoped…" he bent down to her level and offered her his hand. "I will try and change, I will. Nadir… He has taught me some new things" Rebecca wanted to laugh but bit it back; he seemed quite flustered but genuinely wanted to be nice. She placed her hand on his shoulders; he tensed up as if not used to such a gesture. His eyes met her, the yellow boring into her soul and once again she saw that longing in them, memories of his face came back but she worked hard to repress the disgust she felt.

Unfortunately it seemed as though the man could sense it and after helping her up he turned his back on her again. Rebecca felt sorry for him; it looked as though he had been alone for a long time, but if this was not Matt… Questions began to take control of her mind, she wondered how someone had ended up here, and how his face came to be the way it was, and she also wondered how such a place had been created and why no one had discovered this underground cavern. She felt afraid to voice them though, she didn't want to make him angry again, but the questions turned in her like a beast clawing its way out of trap.

"Who are you?" She seemed surprised at this escaped question, but afterwards she stood tall and resolute; it was, after all, a good start. He kept his back to her and there was silence for a long time. For a moment Rebecca believed that he would not answer at all but suddenly he began to talk.

"I have been called many things, in this life and the last. Things have changed though; you have changed in more than just name. Does the name Erik mean anything to you?" He asked finally turning to look at her; he seemed almost frozen as if hoping for something.

Rebecca knew instantly who this was, he was Erik from the phantom of the opera, but that couldn't be right. Even if it was a true story, as Sarah completely believed, there was no way that he could be alive now. "Um… It is the name of… The… um P-Phantom of the opera…" she felt very embarrassed, and it looked as though this was not quite the answer he had been hoping for. Once again he turned his back on her and she saw his hand move to something on the organ, some paper, she could almost sense a bit of a… smile?

"I see. Too much change it seems. Well then since you have altered, perhaps I should as well… You may call me… Dante" Rebecca was slightly surprised but remembered the tale of Dante; he had gone into hell and back for his love, she wondered why it is that he chose such a name, though if this was indeed Erik, it did make some sense.

"Well… Dante how is it you came to be here, in this place? And how did this place come to be exactly? I mean, do any of the university staff know of this place? Also where did this flat come fro-"he had cut her off with a sudden out burst of laughter. Rebecca felt herself blush and began to fiddle with her hands for something to do, Dante walked up to her and lifted a bony hand, resting ever so lightly on her cheek, not quite touching her.

"You have changed a bit indeed, I just wish, I just wish that you could remember as I do" he dropped his hand and looked away. Rebecca felt confused, she should be afraid, want to run away, but part of her knew that he would not harm her. Then she realized something.

"You- You were the one on the stage weren't you? And…And the light…" she let the question trail off as she saw him nodding his head. "Why, why did you do it Dante?" He looked at her again with a deep sadness in his eyes.

"Forgive me again, but I will not sit by, I want to see you gain at least some glory. You deserve that much at least, and it is something that I can give you…If you want it that is." He waited for a moment, but all that she could offer was a sad stare for in truth she was not sure what she wanted. He nodded slightly and walked into the hall way, he turned back to her for a moment and then said in a slightly chilled voice.

"It is your choice now then dear, would you like to stay with an old fool for a bit, or would you rather be rid of me forever? Just give me a straight answer." Rebecca panicked; she didn't know what to say. She wanted to go back, to her family, friends, Matt, but this man before her intrigued her and pulled at her soul.

"I…Would like to…Stay…For a bit anyways." She found herself saying, and with that sentence she felt oddly happy, as if she had pleased some inner part of her self.

Well there we have chapter 6! Okay please R&R! PLEASE! I really love to know what you think of it!