A/N: Wow. Two chapters in one night! I'm doing pretty good. Please read and review. Thanks.

Disclaimer: See chapter one, but if you feel lazy…. I don't own anyone save Elizabeth and Louise.

Chapter 2: Obsessed

My story doesn't start like most stories of love and pain. It doesn't begin on a stormy night. It doesn't begin in a castle in a far away land. Nor does it begin with my birth. It begins in a little town in West Virginia, where a little seven year old is very much annoyed with her parents. The parents had just seen "The Phantom of the Opera" musical and they insisted on playing the soundtrack every timethey were in the car. This was my first introduction to the famous musical. Boy was I annoyed. It was all they played. Why were they torturing me? I was tired of hearing it, especially since I didn't understand what the voices were saying. Who was the phantom of the opera? What did he do? Why was he there? Why were they so afraid of him? What was going on? Sadly, I never asked my parents these questions. I just became more and more annoyed. Thank the Lord I changed my attitude later in life, or who knows where this story might have led.

About nine years later, Warner Brothers released a movie version of the musical into theaters. My curiosity was aroused. I remembered a little of the soundtrack I'd been forced to listen to as a child. I decided I wanted to see the movie. Maybe it would prove interesting. Unfortunately, money was tight and I never had the opportunity to view the movie in theaters. When I finally did see it, it was in the comfort of my living room.

I have to say, I was practically forced to see the movie. My three best friends absolutely loved it and would talk about it all the time. I finally had enough of being on the outside of the conversations and rented the movie. It was love at first view. I loved the movie. It was just magnificent. The same day I rented and watched it, I ran out and bought it. Obsessed? Maybe I was. Who could blame me?

I must have watched the movie every week. In my spare time, I'd dream of falling in love with the Phantom and the adventures we'd have together. I sang the songs to myself in the shower, in the car, and everywhere I could. I must admit, singing those songs was sweet revenge. My parents got about as annoyed as I had gotten when I was a child listening to it. Now they knew how I felt.

It wasn't long before I discovered it was a book. I'm a lover of reading. My library, now that I'm older, contains over a thousand books. I read more than I did anything else. About three months after I purchased the movie, I bought the book. I quickly dived into it. I also loved it, though I liked the Phantom of the movie better because I thought him less mean. Praise God that Erik was more like him than the book Phantom. Would I ever have been able to live in the same house with himif he was like the book Phantom? I probably would have committed suicide like Christine tried to do.

My two lifetimes, however, began on a humid and hot summer night in June of 2006. But, before I start on that story, it'd probably be good if you knew a little more about me than just my Phantom of the Opera obsession. I start this story at the humble age of eighteen. My birthday is in January. I was a college student at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Va. Besides Phantom of the Opera and reading, my next biggest obsession was karate. Yes, karate. Who would ever have thought that I took that sport? I was a black belt in it and was doing rather well. It was there that my friends and I gathered to talk and hangout. So, not only was it my sport, it was also my social life. The conversations my friends and I had at the dojo (the place where we trained) were about many things, including Phantom of the Opera. All the karate teens liked it and it was one of our favorite topics. I believe that covers all you really need to know about me.

My description? Well, I was average height back then. Needless to say, I have shrunken with age. My hair was a dull brown and very oily. My eyes were hazel; they constantly shifted though from blue to green. I was not skinny nor was I fat. I was plump. Wait. That is a bad adjective. I was round, meaning I was no great beauty. There, that covers everything. Now where was I? Ah, yes.

A humid and hot summer night in June…