Alright ya'll here's chappie 2! Ya'll know the deal, I don't own Phantom of the Opera, and you get candy for reviewing!

"Follow me." Renn was still in shock at the mere fact that he had told her she could stay. "Bring your things, child." She nodded and got up from the sofa, and followed him toward a door in the rock. She nearly reached for his hand, but pulled back at the last second. She wasn't sure how he would react to this strange girl he'd barely met holding his hand. Probably freak him out. He opened the door and stepped aside so Renn could see in. Just as she thought, it was the Louis-Philippe room. An elegant four poster bed stood in a corner, and there was a lush Persian rug spread across the floor. Dead roses littered the ground, still perfuming the air with their sickly sweet scent.

"You may use this room, mademoiselle. Take care that you do not break anything. You can start helping me by cleaning those up." Erik said gesturing to the roses. "There is a bathroom through that door." He pointed to it. "You may clean up in there. The lake does not have exactly the cleanest water in Paris." Erik was uneasy about allowing her to use the same bed his dearest Christine has slept in. It was ridiculous, he knew, but he couldn't help it. "I will leave you now. When you are finished come back out, please." Renn nodded, and headed for the bathroom with her bag. She went in and locked the door behind her in habit. She glanced around the magnificent room. A huge gold colored bath with lots if knobs and spouts sat against one wall, and there was a long mirror, which surprised her. It couldn't be…She went up to the mirror and tried to pull it away from the wall. It moved away easily, and she could tell that there were no passages behind the large slab of glass. That's good. I won't have anyone spying on me in the bathroom! Not even him. The sink and toilet were on the opposite wall. Shivering again, she took off her soaked pajamas and turned to figure out the shower.

Erik sat alone in front of his organ, speculating on what he had agreed to in taking this child in. Well, not quite a child. She looked no younger than seventeen. He tried not to think of what Renn had said about where she came from. The girl must be mad. Heh, fancy that, two lunatics in one cell. But those things she had… Maybe she is telling the truth. Ah well, only one madman here. Seventeen… She is Christine's age…He looked at the ground and sighed. Why must I always dwell on the past? Everything I see reminds me of her…Ayesha, his Siamese cat, chose this moment to stroll in. She sauntered up to him, demanding to be stroked. He smiled sadly.

"Oh, Ayesha, you are the only one that seems unaffected by this… Why couldn't I have been born a cat, uncaring to human affairs? Why has god cursed me with this face?"

Renn stepped out of the bathroom, clean and dressed in a black velvet skirt and a purple t-shirt, with a black hooded jacket over it. She wrapped her wet hair in the towel and ventured back into the main room to meet Erik again. "Why has god cursed me with this face?" She cleared her throat, making Erik spin around in alarm.

"Ehh, sorry should I go?" Renn asked, seeing that he was clearly distressed. She took a step back toward her room.

"No, stay. Please. I've not spoken to anyone in over a month." Renn smiled and nodded.

"Is this your cat? Ayesha?" She paused to admire the sleek cream colored cat, curled up on Erik's lap, kneading her claws into Erik's leg. She grinned seeing him wince, but not push her away. It's just like me and Ginger at home. Home! How will I get back? She decided not to dwell on thoughts like that. Why would she want to get back anyway? She was in the same room as Erik!

"Yes, she is my cat, mademoiselle. But," He warned, seeing Renn walk closer in order to stroke the beautiful animal, "She does not like strangers." Renn ignored him and slowly walked up to the cat.

"Hey, kitty kitty," She crooned, holding out her hand for Ayesha to sniff. "Good kitty!" Ayesha sniffed her hand disdainfully, ignored her and went back to being stroked by her master. Renn ran her finger along the graceful cat's cheek and stopped to scratch her behind the ear. "Pretty kitty…"

Renn sat down on the sofa, facing the organ, and Erik sat on the organ bench facing her. "So…" They both looked at the floor, neither of them knowing what to say. This as awkward as hell… Maybe I should ask about Christine? No, that would make him mopey again. I'll erm, Maybe He'd talk about Persia with me? No. Um, meh. Wow, he looks good. That cape… Did he have to wear the open collared shirt in front of me? From there her mind dove strait into the gutter, where no sane mortal dare go. We won't follow her.

Erik stared at his feet. How was he to speak with a girl? A girl from the twenty-first century as well! Maybe if, no, she would not want to show me those things again, after how I reacted. I am such a monster! How can she even bear to be near me? And she says she knows… How could she, and still sit in the same room? Erik continued to pity himself, and heap self loathing onto his shoulders. She is probably afraid to leave. She must think I'll kill her if she tries.

"Will you…" Renn started. Erik looked up at her, abandoning his melancholy thoughts for a moment. "Would you, maybe, play something on the organ? I can't stand this silence." Renn gave him an encouraging smile. "Please?"

Erik sighed. How could she possibly know how much music cost him now? Some days, it was all that kept him from suicide, but others, he hated music and all it had brought upon him.

Renn grinned at Erik's curt nod, and her smile widened as he touched his graceful hands to the keys. The music was flowing through her; her heart beat in time with the rhythm. From the first note, she was enthralled. The notes sailed through her; she was floating on a cloud spun from sound. She leaned her head back on the couch, and half closed her eyes. When the song finished, she found that tears had been trailing down her cheeks.

"Erik… That was…" She wiped the tears from her face, and stood up. "So beautiful!" Slowly she walked up behind him.

He sensed her approaching him from behind. This was all too familiar. He felt her soft hand touch his face and nearly lost control. She would not see his face; no one would ever see his face again!

One second, Renn accidentally brushed his face with her hands, the next; she was against the wall, His strong hands gripping her neck. She couldn't breathe.

"IGNORANT CHILD!" Erik raved at the girl, unconsciously tightening his grip on her neck. He didn't think, he couldn't think. Uncontrollable rage coursed through him.

"Erik! Ungh… stop! I can't BREATHE!" The hands loosened their death grip on her neck, and she slumped to the cold floor, massaging her neck and coughing. "Damn it Erik, I wasn't going to do anything!"

Erik looked at his hands in horror. What have I done? What have I done? What have I DONE! I could have killed her! Damn you Erik, Damn you and your horrible temper! He ran to his room, and shut the door, locking it.

Renn picked herself up from the floor, and rubbed her neck again. "Erik?" she called out, not expecting an answer. She waited a moment, and slowly walked back to her room. Nothing more to do. Might as well sleep. She changed into pajamas from her bag, and slipped between the covers. Erik…

He was sure she was asleep when he quietly stole into her room some hours later. "I'm sorry," He breathed softly. Will she still stay? Will she want to, after I've been such a beast? He glanced back at her pretty face as she slept. No, by morning she will be gone. And I will be alone again.

So, what'd ya think? Angsty, I know but ya gotta love it! Please review! I'll give cookies and candy and doughnuts!