Hello! Thank you for the reviews I've recieved so far. Keep them coming! I had a question about Erik's appearance. Think of Gerard Butler from the Movie, but I'm going to incorporate alot of his childhood and early adulthood from Suan Kay. Enjoy this next chappie!

Disclaimer:I don't own Phantom of the Opera

Jenna awoke sometime later, though she didn't know how long she had been asleep. She heard Erik playing the organ, the music he was playing was dark, angry and dangerous. She felt a shiver work it's way up her spine as she continued to listen. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked around. The fire still blazing in the fireplace, she smiled as she felt the heat it was emanating.

She bit her lip, unsure of what to do next. She lay back down and began to play with the edge of his cloak, that she had remained wrapped up in while she slept. From the sounds coming from the music room Erik wasn't going to stop anytime soon. She sighed as she closed her eyes and began to sing. Just a little folk ditty she had learned in high school, but something to occupy her mind.

Erik ceased playing, and sat there with his hands still poised over the keys. His sensitive hearing heard Jenna's singing, she had a beautiful voice. Certainly nothing like Christine's had been, but pleasant to listen to. Good pitch, and clarity and a fairly good range too. He closed his eyes, and hunched over as Christine's voice rang through his head. He shook his head angrily enough! She has been dead for a long time now. Stop tormenting yourself old man! He thought angrily.

He rose from the organ bench and went back into the study. He glanced over at the desk and saw the scattered blueprints and drawings he had left there. I must get those blueprints to Bernard today he reminded himself. He sighed as he exited the study and walked down the hallway to the library. Jenna was still singing, staring into the fire. He cleared his throat, and bit back a smile when she jumped at his unexpected presence.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you"

She blushed and smiled "It's alright, I wasn't really paying attention to anything really" she continued to play with his cloak, now out of nervousness instead of boredom.

"If you don't mind my asking, what time is it?" she asked timidly, as though he would attack her for the slightest question. You ninny, he's not going to hurt you. Why are you so afraid of him? She berated herself mentally.

"It is 7:30am"

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, she didn't think she had slept that long. She shifted herself on the sofa slightly and felt her muscles screaming in protest. She winced as pain lanced through her ankle.

Erik was at her side in an instant, kneeling beside the sofa pushing her back down onto the cushions. "You must remain still" he said after a moment.

Jenna felt her heart begin to beat faster; he was mere inches from her, with his hands on her shoulders. His golden eyes looking at her in concern, she could smell his unique cologne and it made her head spin. The Phantom of the Opera was holding her down on his sofa, telling her to stay put. She didn't break eye contact with him, merely nodding unsure of her voice at that point. His thumb grazed the skin of her neck, she felt her skin tingle all over from that one slight touch.

He yanked his hand back as though she had burned him, and she realized he was not wearing his gloves. He must have taken them off to play. He looked down at her for a second more, and she swore she saw a flash of desire play in his eyes before he turned and stalked over to the mantle and braced his hands on it.

His frame stiff and unmoving, she wondered if it was something she did. That's probably the first human contact he's had since Christine left him, and he probably thinks that I find his touch unpleasant…what did those people do to him? She wanted to reassure him that he had not offended her, or made her uncomfortable but she couldn't find the right way to say it. She was still somewhat intimidated by the entire situation.

"I will arrange for you to be taken to the hospital, this morning." He said shortly.

She nodded, and then realized he couldn't see it, "Thank you," she said softly. "I appreciate everything you've done. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along"

He made a dismissive gesture with his hand "I couldn't very well let anyone die in my cellars now could I?"

"I suppose not" she looked down at her lap, unsure of what to do at that point. "Will I ever see you again?"

"No, you will never see Erik again" he replied coldly.

"Oh" she replied very softly, she didn't think he would hear it.

He turned around and saw the disappointment on her face, he was confused by this. "You are unhappy with that answer?"

"Well…I mean…I haven't…we haven't really…oh hell" she muttered.

Amusement danced in his eyes as he heard her swear, "Tsk Tsk, a lady shouldn't use such vulgar language"

She smiled, rising to the bait "And who said I was a lady?"

Erik smirked, this girl had fire in her eyes and soul…she wasn't some simpering, helpless girl. She had spirit. "Touché Mademoiselle"

"Call me Jenna…Mademoiselle seems so…formal."

He nodded "Very Well, Jenna"

The sound of her name from his lips sent a shiver through her, she smiled at him. "If you wish to see me again, I suppose I will be able to find some way to accommodate you" he said finally.

She grinned widely "Thank You, that would mean a lot to me"

"I must leave you for a bit, but I will return shortly. Is there anything that you need?"

She shook her head as she picked up the novel she had been reading the night before "No, I have everything I need here"

He smiled, though it was so quick Jenna thought she might have imagine it. And then he was gone. Jenna sighed as she laid her head back I think I might be dreaming all this. I can't believe I've met Erik, the Phantom of the Opera and I'm lying in his library! This is so cool! She giggled before opening her novel and getting lost in the stories of Sherlock Holmes.

Erik made his way through the alleys of Paris, avoiding anyone who could be out at this hour of the morning. He arrived at a small townhouse and knocked on the door. A round, nervous looking man answered the door.

"Monsieur Deveraux, what can I do for you this morning?" he asked nervously looking over his shoulder.

"I need you to assist a young lady to the hospital." He handed him a wad of Euros "Take care of her Bernard. I will meet you at our normal rendezvous point in 2 hours"

The man nodded "Of course Monsieur"

Erik turned and began to walk away before turning and pulling something out of his cloak and handing it to Bernard "The blueprints for the Lenoir's" Bernard took the blueprints with shaking hands and disappeared back into his home.

Erik began his trek home once more, relaxing once he was tucked away in the caverns around his home. He entered his house and hung up his cloak, and made his way to the library. Jenna was engrossed in her book and didn't even notice him until he had sat down and said her name.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in"

"So I gathered. I have arranged for someone to take you to the hospital. We will be meeting him in an Hour and a Half."

"Thank you, for your hospitality. I know I've intruded on your privacy while I've been here"

"It's nothing, it gets…lonely here at times"

She had a million other things she wanted to say, but at that moment she couldn't think of a single one. All she could think of was Erik here underground with no one to talk to. She wouldn't have been able to survive. She relied on her friends and family far too much.

An Hour later Erik helped her stand up before picking her up and carrying her to meet Bernard, who had the good sense to have a taxi waiting to take her to the hospital.

Before Erik set her down so she could duck into the taxi she looked up at him and smiled "Thank You Erik, I won't forget this. And I meant what I said about wanting to see you again."

Erik could only nod, a lump had grown in his throat and he was afraid to try to speak. She squeezed his hand before getting into the taxi; she looked out the back window and nearly cried when she saw the crushed look in his eyes as they drove away.