I'm sorry that I haven't updated, but I moved and didn't have internet for a few days. Hope you like this chapter and thanks to all who reviewed!

I OWN NOTHING! ONLY MY CHARACTERS. ERIK IS NOT MINE! PARIS IS NOT MINE! THE ORGAN IS NOT MINE…..yet!

I LOVE ERIK! HE OWNS PART OF MY HEART!

Thanks to all who reviewed! LOVE YOU!

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My heart bleeds for you

'Did he just say he wanted to be like the fop? Surly he doesn't want to be like that girly, perfume wearing vicomte?' Dawn found Erik sitting at a desk scribbling furiously on a sheet of parchment.

"You aren't a fop and I should never have called you one, I'm sorry…. And I'm sorry that you believe you have to be a fop to win love." Dawn began to walk away when she heard a faint

"Damn you!" Erik paused only to say this and began writing once more.

"Already happened, thank you though for trying." Dawn had a small smirk on her face.

"You don't what its like to condemn by society. To live in this Hell because of your face.

I lost her because of it! I lost everything."

"You didn't lose your soul, did you? You didn't lose your love of music, did you? You didn't lose your talent for singing, composing, or writing, did you? Nope. So you didn't lose everything. You are such a Prima Donna!" Erik turned to Dawn fuming. He slowly walked towards Dawn. Her eyes began to shift uncomfortably.

"Why can't you ever shut up? You are so beautiful, almost as beautiful as her." Erik seemed lost for a moment in his own world as he ran his fingers through her hair. "She left me for the fop, for a rich Vicomte. It was what she deserved… what would such an angle like her want with a demon like me? I was disowned by my mother, put on display as a freak of nature. Met with hatred everywhere." Erik seemed disgusted with himself.

"You are not a monster. You are a smart, talented, handsome man! YES HANDSOME!"

"You don't know what you're saying." Erik hissed.

"Really? Then let me see what's under your mask."

"NO!" Erik's eyes met Dawn's.

"Yes. Erik, I have seen a few things in my life. I promise not to scream, run, faint, or make you feel horrid."

"I said NO! It's disgusting. I can't even look at my self in the mirror with out feeling sick." Dawn walked over to Erik and placed her hand on his unmasked cheek.

"Please?" Dawn removed her hand and gave his cheek a lingering kiss. "Please?"

"You don't know what you're asking."

"Yes I do. Now please remove your mask and let decide for myself if it is as bad as you say." Erik only looked at Dawn for a few moments before hesitantly removing his mask.

He stared at Dawn waiting for a reason to yell and send her away forever, but the screams of disgust never came. Dawn looked at the marred flesh and slowly moved her hand across it. It felt like parchment, but with the obvious feel of flesh.

"See, it's not so bad. I have seen worse before…. I'm sorry about what people did to you, but you have to move on. Forget Christine." Dawn whispered

"I could never forget Christine. Never." Erik snapped

"Then move on." Erik and Dawn locked eyes.

"Who would ever love me? Look at my face. LOOK AT IT!" Erik moved closer to Dawn so that they were inches away.

"I am looking at it, but all I see if a whining man. Did I run in fear or disgust? No! Did I faint? No!"

"WHY AREN'T YOU RUNNING! LEAVE!"

"NO! I told you that it wasn't so bad and it isn't! I'm sorry Christine left you, but MOVE ON!" silence filled the air for a few minutes while Erik and Dawn breathed heavily. Erik looked hurt, angry, confused, all with a small glint of happiness.

"Leave." Erik whispered.

"Erik-" Dawn began looking at him with pleading eyes.

"LEAVE! Please…!"

Dawn only gave a small nod and turn to leave, her feet taking her automatically to the surface.

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Once back at the Opera house, Dawn rushed back to the room she shared with Fayth and reached under her bed pulling out a case, inside the case was an old violin. Dawn rested the violin under her chin and began tuning it. Once done with that, she put on a cloak and left for the roof top.

She began playing a sad melody she learned years ago. Taking one last look at the city in front of her, Dawn closed her eyes and became one with the music.

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