"Feed me!"

Dawn woke up with her head throbbing, blurry vision, and in an unfamiliar place. She was in a well-decorated room with beautiful wooden carvings and paintings all around her. She also noticed that the bed she currently occupied was a swan shaped bed.

'Where the hell am I? What happened?' she wondered. The events of what occurred came back to her. 'So, you want to know about the O. G.?'

"Phantom!" Dawn got up from the bed ignoring her aching head. She pulled back the black lace curtains and began her search for the Odious Guy. "Phantom! Monsieur Fantôme! Where are you?"

The only response was silence.

"I know you're here somewhere," she growled, walking out to what she assumed was the main room. There were candles everywhere: in the water, on the beautiful organ, the steps by the water, the little cubbyhole… Abundantly by the velvet-curtained, hidden cubbyhole. Curiosity took over and Dawn walked towards it. She pulled one aside and saw… a doll. A very realistic doll of a lovely woman with dark curls and big brown eyes. The doll was wearing a wedding dress and veil. The only person that it could be was –

A hand grabbed her wrist and threw her against the wall.

"Don't ever go near there again. comprendez-vous?" the Phantom growled in her ear.

"Yes. There's no need to be so angry. I get it. Don't look at, play with, or go within a fifty-foot radius of the dolly again. Check."

He merely glared and pressed her body further against the wall with his. "Don't be a futé-âne. Do you understand!"

"Yes, calm down. Don't have a heart attack because a twenty year old is being smart with you. If you don't calm down, I'll sic my pregnant friend on you," she warned. "Her mood-swings are dangerous."

"Are you threatening me?" His eyes blazed.

"Does it sound like I'm threatening you? No! I'm merely making a promise I intend to keep, and Lily will help me keep it if I know her. And I do." She stuck her tongue out at him since her hands were captive. Slapping was rather out of the question, as was kicking. Her legs were busy keeping her standing.

"I should cut your tongue out as it only brings headaches and annoyance."

"I dare you."

"Fine. Since my knife isn't handy, I shall have to use this…"

His mouth crashed to hers, forcing her jaws apart. His tongue dove in and out of the cavity repeatedly, making her woozy and angry since she couldn't bite it without getting her own. Deciding to play along, Dawn massaged his tongue with hers and he slowed down noticeably. A low moan escaped his throat, making the girl grin.

She nibbled his lower lip a bit and sought out his tongue again. Her knees were weak and her head was light, but she blamed it on lack of air. She drew his sweet tongue into her mouth and carried on for a moment before biting down none too gently.

The Phantom pulled back hurriedly, clutching his mouth. He pulled his hand away with blood on it, and Dawn felt really guilty. Really, really guilty.

"I'm so sorry! Here, put pressure on it." She gave him her handkerchief that was always in her bodice. "I didn't mean to do that."

He just glared to avoid speaking and making a fool of himself.

"Point taken. After your tongue is better, can I go home?"

He nodded emphatically.

"It'll be nice to be rid of you as well." She was smiling sweetly, her eyes were cheerful, but her tone was… Caustic. That is quickly becoming the norm…

"Here, let me" Dawn took the handkerchief and began cleaning the little droplets of blood sliding from his mouth. He tried to back away from her, but Dawn quickly reached him. Erik growled at her still not trusting his voice.

"Hey, you were the one that kissed me in the first place. I apologized, but if you can't shut up and let me help you, I'll get the pregnant lady!" Erik fell silent, but remained glaring at her.

"There, now did that honestly hurt your pride?"

"You can leave now!" Erik strode passed Dawn over to his organ.

She followed him intent on yelling, when he began to play. It sounded so beautiful yet angry to her that she quickly became transfixed, forgetting about her anger. She was never much of a music fan always preferring regular theater, but the way his fingers gently moved from on key to the next and the way his body swayed to the music had her mesmerized. Dawn walked towards him and put her hand on his shoulder. He abruptly stopped playing and looked at her.

"Yes?" he asked coldly.

"That was... beautiful," she answered still clearly in her own world.

"I know. I put all of my passion into my work."

"It shows... What's your name?" Dawn asked, once she joined reality again.

"Why do you want to know? It's none of your concern."

"I'm curious and I will NOT call you M. Fantôme! Unless you prefer I call you Odious Guy?" Dawn raised her eyebrows as she said this. The phantom was silent for a while before replying.

"Erik"

"Erik... what?" It was his turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Fantasma."

Dawn laughed catching Erik off guard.

"I refuse to believe your name is Erik Phantom, and yes I know Spanish! Now tell me your real surname."

"You have my first name and that is all you will get!"

"Fine, fine... so... how do you know Spanish?"

"I don't. I only know a little do to the amount of Opera's that I have seen."

He resisted the urge to ask how well she knew Opera. Dawn yawned and looked at Erik.

"I'm hungry."

"Normally when a person yawns it indicates that they are tired not hungry."

"Well, I'm tired and hungry. Now feed me!"

"You can feed yourself once you leave my home!"

"Excuse me, but you are the one who brought me down here so you can at least feed me!"

"NO!"

"Fine! I'll just go and raid your kitchen!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Erik said in a low hiss.

"Wanna bet?"

Dawn ran before Erik could catch her into an area she had not seen. When she turned around Erik wasn't anywhere in sight. Dawn looked around and found that it wasn't a kitchen but another room. She noticed a coffin in the center of the room lined with red velvet cloth and black trimmings. The place was a mess with books and paper scattered everywhere. Dawn walked over to a corner, which was the only organized area. All around where paintings, sketches, models, and more dolls of the brunette with the curly hair. She instantly knew that they were all of Christine Daae. Mme. Giry had told her the story of what had happened before her father had bought the newly renovated opera house.

"Obsession… some are alright, some annoying like rocks, and this one… Just plain scary," she muttered.

Dawn walked to the organized area and looked through a few of the sketches. They were all really good. She suspected that Erik did them. He seemed to hold all of the talent in the world in his hands.

"Don't touch those," he hissed from behind her.

Dawn turned around guiltily. "And why not?"

"They are very… personal."

"Sure, and Fay's rocks are personal. Wrong room anyhow. Would you mind showing me to the kitchen? The coffin is giving me goose pimples."

"If you leave after you raid my stores, yes." This girl was getting on his last nerve! He had to get her out of here and soon before he went insane. Oh… too late.

She grinned and agreed. Dawn loved to win.

Erik took her out of the room and made a left into another small area. This, Dawn assumed, was the kitchen.

"Those are my stores. Eat what you want and leave!"

"Fine!" Dawn said as Erik took his leave of the room.

Dawn ate the only food she could find which was bread and wine and made her leave.

"Erik! Erik, I'm leaving! I'm just letting you-" Dawn was cut off when soft lips met her own.

"What was that for?"

"So you would stop yelling. I'll take you back, but SHUT UP!"

"YOU SON OF A B-"

"Finish that sentence and you will never see the day light again" He hissed.

Dawn was pissed off but knew better then to get on the wrong side of Erik. There was silence as they made the trip to the surface. When Erik led her to a mirror he quickly hit a switch. Dawn stepped out of the mirror and made for the door with out looking back at Erik. She was almost at the door when he stopped her.

"You will NOT tell ANYONE of the mirror and you will NOT try and go down there unless you wish to die. Is that understood?"

"No, I think I've become dumb over the last few minutes." Dawns' voice was full of sarcasm.

"Be that as it may-" Erik smirked when Dawn glared at him"you must listen to what I tell you. You don't know what dangers lie in my labyrinth."

"Fine, I get it. I go down my life ends. I'll remember it in case i feel suicidal. Bye!" Dawn freed her arm from his grip and left the room.

Sorry its been SOOO long, but I have either been blocked or starting a new story. Please review and tell me what you think! I haven't gotten that many reviews, so PLEASE review!

Karen: )