A/N Okay, I'm not getting any response on any of my stories, and that worries me. So please, please, please review, it seriously encourages me to update sooner.

Disclaimer: I own nufing! Well maybe Angel and the other kids, but you know…. The song belongs to whoever owns it… It's title is "Unchained Melody" Maybe you know who owns it, lot's of people sing it…. Including the magnificent Il Divo!

Chapter Four: United…. Sort of

Angel rode as fast as she could, the wind whipping her tangled black hair around her face, but she did nothing to hide her face. It was midnight and the moon bathed Paris in her thin silvery light. She arrived at the old Opera house after what felt like hours of hard riding. She paused a moment before entering what was once the brightest spot in all France, and gazed up at the cold, twinkling stars.

The Opera house was nothing compared to it's old glory, the statues of the Greek Gods that had was gleamed golden and bright were now tarnished and dim. The once vibrant carpeting was torn and faded. Angel looked around at all the dust and cobwebs that marred what had once been a building of fame and glory, the heart of France. Angel shook her head, longing to hear music echoing through this glorious building once more. She quickened her step as she walked through the dark halls to the dressing room she had often heard her mother wistfully describe.

The room was coated in a thin layer of grey dust, but it was still glorious. She approached the gilded mirror, her hated reflection staring back at her. She brushed the cold silvery glass gingerly with her finger tips, totally in awe of the beauty of this building. She triggered the mechanism and swiftly and silently slipped behind it. She crept down the endless tunnels silently, vaguely aware of the dim echoing music that floated to her hears. It was so beautifully melancholic… Angel sighed as she approached the vast underground lake, it's still black waters glimmered in the soft candlelight and in it Angel saw reflected her icy black soul. She shivered for a moment and pulled the cloak tighter around herself, as she took a step into those icy black waters and towards her future.

Erik's voice wavered slightly as her remembered the De Chagny girl he had talked to earlier that day. There was something familiar about her… that long black hair that curl so like Christine's and those cold unfeeling blue eyes… eyes that held such a depth of ill hidden pain and loneliness… and that beautiful haunting music she had played…. Erik shook his head and began his own song over again, blissfully unaware of the person that moved closer toward him, and their fate.

Angel paused a moment as she reached the edge of the water. She pulled the hood of her black cloak over her head and grabbed the sword she had found on her fat…. Raoul's horse. The blade was thin and cruel, but Angel felt she might have need of it, perhaps if the monstrous man was not really her father… which she prayed was so, then she might could kill him and then Raoul would except her… but she doubted even that. However, if the man was as dangerous as she had been told then she would need the sword and the fencing lessons she had managed to get while helping her brothers practice. She took her time entering the underground "house," fearful of what she would find, the murderer who supposedly haunted this place.

She looked around, searching for the man who inhabited the dreary place. She passed through several rooms; bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, until she heard a haunting and beautiful music while she was inspecting one of the bedrooms. She moved closer to the music, only vaguely aware of where she headed. As she moved closer she was able to make out a faint voice that grew increasingly louder as she grew closer. Finally she entered a room that seemed to be a "music room." She stopped dead in her tracks as the voice overpowered her.

"Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine
I need your love
I need your love
God, speed your love to me
Lonely rivers flow to the sea to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely river sigh, wait for me, wait for me
I'll be coming home
Wait for me
Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered, hungered for your touch
Oh, my, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly and time can do so much
Are you still mine, I need your love I need your
love, God speed your love to me."

As the song closed Angel blinked back tears from here eyes, somehow she knew the song was about her mother, and now she had to tell this man that she was dead. She shook her head remembering that this man was a murderer and had terrorized her mother. And he is your father… a small voice inside her head reminded her. The man, dressed in all black as he had been that day in the garden, turned around and Angel tightened her grip on the sword. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words left her as she saw the cold white mask, gleaming on the right side of his face.

Erik stared at the small black-clad figure before him. For a moment he thought that it was his avenging angel finally come to end his miserable existence. He smiled coldly at the intruder, deciding that any decent death-angel would be wearing shoes.

"Mademoiselle, how is it you have arrived in my humble abode?"

"I- My mother told me to come here… She often described to me the way here, though that was when I was younger."

Erik was momentarily startled he recognized the voice of the oldest De Chagny, but there was a new element to it that was vaguely familiar.

"And you remembered all this time? Brava." He kept his voice cold, nonchalant.

"Messieur le Ange," she choked on the name, her voice breaking slightly, " why do you wear the mask?"

Erik's cold smile melted from his face and he stared icily at the girl.

"That, child, is none of your concern," he hissed frigidly.

"You are wrong Messieur it is my concern!" Angel said in a low whisper as she raised the sword. "Now take off the mask, or forfeit your life."

Erik peered into the darkness underneath the girl's dark cloak, and sighed. The girl certainly had spirit.

"Believe me child," he said wearily, "you do not want to see what terror lies behind this mask."

"Believe me Messieur, I am prepared."

Erik shook his head and slowly lifted the mask from his face. He closed his eyes and prepared him self for the girl's terrified screams.

Angel stared at the man in shock. In his face she herself reflected. She caught a momentary glimpse of the pain hidden in the deep the blue before he closed them, pain she knew was reflected in her own blue eyes. He had the same dark hair and the same grotesque distortion. She took in the twisted, scared flesh, the pulsing blue veins, the pale, waxen skin held taut over the bone like a terrifying corpse. She dropped the sword and the clatter of metal against stone resonated through the room. A strangled sob escaped her throat and more clawed their way up her throat; she fell to her knees and let the tears flow freely.

Erik opened his eyes at the sound of the sword hitting the floor. He took in the grief-stricken figure on her knees before him. Her head was bowed and terrible desolate sobs shook her petite frame.

"I warned you childe," Erik whispered hoarsely.

"No…. no it's- it's not that…. It's…. it's just that. Oh I can't believe it's true…" she moaned pitifully.

Erik looked at her quizzically.

"Well, what is it then?"

The girl threw back the hood of her cloak and stared him in the eye.

"You are my father."

A/N: Well it's a cliffy I know, but I'm not sure where to go now… So please review with suggestions all credit will be given to whomever it is due. So please review and help me out.