Author's note- Hello again to all! I'm back! And Erik is here too! We had fun on the trip, but I missed Well, here be chappy 11, but first, replies!

Tallacus- as always, thankers for the support! Yum…pancakes…and, hehe, the cake thing….and don't worry about not reviewing a lot! I know you read the story!

Ram Jas- Bigger phan? I think not! Lol, and, this story reflects my friend Gabby and I all too well, lol. And, of course I get to kiss Erik (as you saw)- I am the primary authoress! It has it's perks…evil grin towards Erik And he is mine! No more kissing my phantom! glare lol. You percussion too? THAT IS AWSOME! does fellow percussionist who is a phan happy dance And, no, he wouldn't have asked...but I had to add that…to annoy him, since Erik has been annoying me a lot lately. And, of my friends, I am the only one who doesn't think he is ugly without the mask…he is still hot! Especially when you see the pics of him from the special features on disc 2 of the special edition! drool hmmm…rips Erik's mask off and kisses

Erik- hey!

Jen- you know you like the attention! Anywho, thanks for all the reviews, and here is the next chapter!

Chapter 11

Enter the Phantomess

Erik returned to his lair after some shopping. He set the bag of food down on the table in the kitchen, then returned to his room to work on his Opera. Neither of the girls had visited, as far as he could tell. That is, until he noticed his black cloak missing. The phantom looked around for the black garment, searching, but it was no where to be found. He glared at the tunnel leading to the cellist and percussionist's rooms, and resisted the urge to shout. "Damn girls." He muttered, turning to go back to work. "What you say?" a familiar voice asked, startling him. "What?" He asked, whirling around and finding himself face to face with Gabby. The cellist smiled. "Welcome back Erik. How was your trip?"

"Fine?" he said, glancing about the room. "Where is Jen?"

"Er…" Gabby began, looking down. "Tell me!"

"I can't! She told me not too!" Erik sighed and took a deep breath. If the percussionist wanted to play games, she could. He knew she was the one who had stolen his haunting costume though. "Fine, keep your secret." He told Gabby, who looked relieved that he hadn't pun jabbed her. "She'll show up eventually."

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Meanwhile, Jen was running across one of the catwalks over the stage. "Whooooosh!" she yelled, Erik's black cape flying about behind her. Luckily, there was no one in the theater at the moment. She reached the ladder and laughed as she climbed down and found the trap-door through which she had entered. Looking about, she decided she should head back to the lair. But first, she had some business to take care of. Smiling darkly, she found the passage that she thought would lead her to where Christine was. With Raoul. The fop and his lover were going to have dinner at some fancy place, that much Jen knew. She had overheard them a few days previous, and planned to crash their party. With Erik and Gabby of course. Slowly making her way along the passage, the percussionist adjusted the white mask she was wearing and pulled the black cape closer. She also lowered the brim of the hat she had taken from the lair. Looking phantom-ish, or hoping she did, Jen soon found a fork in the passage. She frowned, and took the path on the right, and ran forward. "Whoooooosh!" she yelled again, enjoying herself immensely. Lost in her fun, she continued forward, not paying attention to where she was going, and soon found herself on the ground, a sharp pain running through her head. "Ouch…" she muttered, rubbing the spot. In front of her was the large mirror. Jen grinned, she had found what she was looking for…even if she had run into it headfirst. With an evil grin, she got into the shadows, and prepared to haunt the fop and his mistress.

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"Raoul, what was that?" Christine asked, looking about the room worriedly. They had heard a soft thud from behind them somewhere. "It's nothing Little Lotte. Don't worry. The Phantom is gone." Raoul said, soothing her. Jen rolled her eyes from behind the mirror. "Don't get too close." The percussionist muttered, watching and listening. She sat there for nearly thirty minutes before she got sick of waiting. Standing, she began to sing, very loudly and out of tune, the Phantom of the Opera. Erik's part, that was. She was no good with soprano parts. "Sing once again with me, our strange duet!" her voice echoed nicely in the tunnel. She watched as the occupants of the room next to her turned and looked, frightened. When she finished the stanza, she sang "I am the phantomess of the Opera!"

"Show yourself!" Raoul shouted, reaching for his sword that was resting on the chair next to him. "I am a ghost, monsieur, I fear I cannot!" she said, smirking. The Vicomte glared, and Christine looked frightened. "I shan't harm you." Jen continued. "I come to help. Le Fantome is upset." There was no sound, so she continued. "I which to find out, where shall you be tonight?"

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Jen smiled triumphantly as she returned to the lair, humming music from Lord of the Rings rather loudly. "Do do do do dooooooo…" she continued, before walking in and smiling. She found Gabby practicing cello. "'Ello." The percussionist said, smiling. "How was your trip?" her friend asked, looking up. "Rather pleasant actually. I scared the fop and Christine."

"Nice." Gabby commented. Just then, Erik entered the room, looking rather annoyed. "Where have you been mademoiselle?" he asked Jen calmly. The percussionist gulped. "Out."

"Where?" he purred, the slightly Scottish accent coming through. Jen gulped again, and removed the black hat, revealing the feminine version of Erik's white porcelain mask. "And where did you get that?" he asked. "When I was shopping." She answered cheerfully. "Here's you're cape. I like it…" she gave a final twirl to it, and removed it. Erik glared. "You still haven't answered my question. "I was pretending to be you." She said smoothly, smiling smugly before turning away and heading to the tunnel. Erik growled and ran after her, grabbing her arm. "Don't do it again." He hissed. "Oooooh, scary Phantom." Jen mocked, smiling mischievously. "I am warning you."

"I know. But, I found out what we needed to know. Get ready, we're going out for dinner." With that, Jen yanked her arm from Erik's grasp, kissed his unmasked cheek, and headed down the tunnel. Gabby stood. "I should probably go get ready too. See you later Erik!" she called, leaving the room with a smile. Erik watched the two, dumbfounded. They really were an odd pair. He sighed, and went to change. He didn't know what they had planned, but he knew he didn't like it so far.

Author's note- yeah, short…I will try to make the next chappy more interesting. Review, and I shall add more tomorrow!