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Chapter 13: Music of the Night

"You're a Vicomte's child?" Erik exclaimed in complete disgust.

"No!" Cat winced. "I mean, I don't want to be! I want to be Catherine Revue not a child of the famous Christine Daae and a jerk of a husband! To be with them? I'd rather die! They're trying to convert my name to Christine de Chagny but no. They need my permission and I can't allow them, not with Raoul. I've seen his temperament even when he tries not to. And on top of that, he comes home drunk half the time." Cat then sighed heavily. "But I can't leave Christine. As much as I don't want Raoul as a father, I can't deny wanting a kind mother like Christine has been for me."

Erik sighed. "Christine was always an angel. No Vicomte can destroy the fire that Christine bares," he said.

"I beg to differ," Cat stated in an angered tone. "I know Raoul abuses her-"

"He hits her?" Erik exclaimed in pure shock.

"I do not know for sure. She is so depressed, even when I was forced into their household. Oh Erik, I feel like you are all I can talk to now. Raoul sent Meg away, Mark to the Americas. I don't even know what happen to Madame Giry," Cat said as her eyes brimmed with tears. She sobbed for a few moments. "Can't I stay with you?"

Erik sighed once more and kneeled before the girl. "I wish you could," he stated. "I'm sorry I haven't visited you but I've been so caught up in the music that you've inspired for me." He grasped her hands with his gloved ones. "You cannot stay here. Christine needs you. You cannot just come into the darkness as I did, not when there is an angel above seeking your guidance."

"What if I somehow got Christine to come here? I know she loves you-"Cat began.

"No one does," Erik stated standing up and turning his back from her. "Not even Christine. She refuses this place, her voice, me. I should have never comforted her that night."

"I love you Erik," Cat said standing. "You're my dear friend, my idol, my tutor." She looked around to see music scattered everywhere when the Phantom did not answer. She sighed and picked up a sheet of music and studied it. "The words are very good but the tune is to vibrant for it."

"I gave up on that song," Erik stated turning around slowly.

"You shouldn't have. I like the words very much," Cat said. She turned to the organ and began to play a simpler tune that came to her as she read over the lyrics. She was teasing him. Trying to get his attention.

"From the heart," Erik stated.

"Excuse me?" Cat asked as her hands paused on the instrument.

Erik grabbed her right hand, placing it on her heart. "Your voice must come from the heart and soul. You need to feel the music within you. Feel the power, desire, and depths of the song. Let it fill your voice to the point of explosion. And when that happens, you will truly know the words to your tune," he explained. "Now, start again. And this time, don't just try to hum the words." Cat did it just as he instructed with more passion, letting her voice fill the Phantom's lair. "Again," he ordered.

They practiced the song together for hours, changing words and simplifying the tune to match in harmony. Fat Hampton made himself comfortable in the Swan bed as he listened to the music. Together, Erik and Cat created two new pieces of music to add to their new Opera.

"How much more music until we set this on stage?" Cat asked feeling very exhausted.

"My dear, we are only in Act 1 still. We have many more to go," Erik replies. He continued to write lyrics while Cat dozed off on the Swan bed next to Fat Hampton.

When it was getting fairly late, Erik picked up Cat's frail body and carried her back to the Prima Dona room. Before leaving her, Erik placed a note on her table bedside.

"Sweet dreams Christine de Chagny Ⅱ ," Erik stated before fading behind the cursed mirror once more.