A/N: I'm not sure how well this chapter will be. Hope you still like it.

I woke up to the sounds of a sweet melody playing on the piano. Memories of last night began to flash through my head which made me blush a shade of pink. My thoughts were sinful and forbidden, but I had succumbed to them. I slowly climbed out of bed to find myself in one of my nightgowns. My heart fluttered at the thought that Erik had seen me in only my undergarments.

I walked over to a mirror to find my hair untidy. I took a brush and began to softly brush my dark brown curls before walking to the threshold of the room. I peaked out to find him completely lost in the music. I began to sing:

I remember there was singing…

Sweet melodies upon a vast glassy lake

There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat

And in the boat there was an Angel

His trance broke and I before I knew it I found his green eyes looking deep into mine as if he was looking into my very soul. His hair was perfect and his chest was bare in a white shirt that was unbutton just past his nipples. He smiled at me that made my already racing heart, pounding. He began to sing as I descended down the stairs:

Who was is this Angel that hides in the shadows?

Who is this Angel of Night?

I walked up to him putting my hands on his strong muscular shoulders. His eyes close at my touch. I breathed, "Continue." He nods before continuing to play and sing his beautiful song. Together we completed the song, musically as one. He then turns around and takes my hands into his. He gently sat me down onto his lap neither of us had the strength to brake our gaze. Almost like a lover, removing a veil, Erik took off the mask before I knew it. I spring up, pushing him away violently and turning on him furiously. I instinctively put my hand to my face trying to hide my monstrosity. I began to sing furiously:

…Damn you

You prying monster

You demon

Is this what you wanted to see?

(I pointed at my face)

Curse you, you bastard

You viper!

Don't you see I can never be free!

Damn you, curse you…

(My voice began to weaken)

Stranger than you dreamt it

Can you even dare to look, or bear to remember this…?

Horrible reminder of what you used to be.

What you used to be.

Oh Erik…


Fear can turn to love

I've learn to see, to find the woman behind this monster

This repulsive carcass

Who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty

Secretly, secretly…

Oh Erik…

That day I finally understood the pain Erik had felt when Christine had torn his mask off of his face in front of the entire audience. I pitifully held out my hand for my mask. I could see out of the corner of my eye tears streaming down Erik's flawless face. Filled with sympathy, he gave me the mask back. I look down at it disgustedly before putting it back on. "Come, we must return, your precious girl and those fools who run my theatre will be missing you." I said coldly.

During the performance

The performance was turning into a complete disaster. Helen couldn't remember her lines and she was practically screaming the high notes. I wasn't please, not pleased at all. I would have to write a note to the managers about my unhappiness. I took one more glance at the performance before leaving.

As I was heading back to the performance to give the letters that I had written to the managers before the performance was over, I heard footsteps coming towards me. I quickly hid in the darkest shadows waiting to see who dared to enter my domain. It was Erik once again. I coolly said, "You know you were never good at listening to any one

"Oh why do you say that?" He asked sarcastically.

"I told you not to come back in here without my permission and yet you follow your own rules. I am only making the same rules as you once had." I spat at him. I had followed his rules and I expected him to follow mine. It pained me to remember the rules that I had always had to follow. I wasn't allowed to come down to his lair without his permission even though I broke that rule once or twice. I wasn't allowed to ask about his mask and I was to always be obedient. He chuckled scanning the shadows for me. He wouldn't be able to find me, not if I was wearing all black, which I was.

A mischievous smile crept up my lips. A wicked idea had popped into my head. I slowly and quietly took out lasso that I always carried with me. I waited patiently for the right moment. Now! I quickly threw the lasso around his neck; tightening it, but not to tight. I slammed him against the wall, which I knew must have hurt, but he deserved it for leaving me in this cold, empty world. He did not to try to fight back. I whispered into his ear, "Do you ever listen to anyone, besides yourself?" I said with pure amusement on my face. He slowly turned around.

"Why should I listen to anyone else when I have the power to have them listen to me?" He asked.

"You're impossible," I said letting go of him. He rubbed his red cheek where I could see a bruise already forming.

"That I am Mademoiselle; that I am." He said with a smile. I looked deep into his mysterious green eyes; the color of the sea after a storm. I broke our gaze by looking down, to find our bodies were gently against each other. I began to blush furiously. Before I even knew it Erik grabbed my wrist and pinned them against the wall above my head. He was trying to search my eyes for some kind of answer of who I was, but I refused to give him it. Both of our breathing was heavy. I turned away so he couldn't see the tears forming in my eyes. "Who are you?" he breathed?

"A lost memory longing to be remembered." I whispered sadly. He stared at me wanting a better answer than that. I would not tell him, for if I did he would turn away in disgust. He would think I obsessed with him.

"I want a better answer than that." He whispered his faces only inches from mine.

"Go, be gone and do not come back here again, you may not be so fortunate next time." I said trying to force back my tears.

He released me, but took one of my hands and placed it against his soft lips, letting it linger. Goosebumps began to creep onto my skin. "Until we meet again Mademoiselle?"

He started to walk back to his world when I shouted, "Tell Helen if she doesn't let the music take over her soul, the next opera, shall be her last!" He smiled and continued to walk on. Once I was sure he was gone, I sank to my knees crying.