Here's another chappie for ya! Thank you for the reviews I've been getting. Your support makes it easier for me to write. In this chapter we see Erik a little angry. I hope I didn't overdo it, and kept him in character. Enjoy :)

Jenna followed him up the narrow winding staircases that led to the roof. If she had to find her way back to this spot she wouldn't have been able to. Erik had taken her through back alleys and dark corridors before they reached the staircase. It was tedious going up all those stairs with her crutches in the way. They finally made it to the top, after what seemed like an eternity. Erik opened the door; Jenna stepped out into the night and felt her breath catch in her throat. She could see everything from where she stood.

"Wow" she breathed as she hobbled closer to the edge "I don't think I've ever seen anything so picturesque before"

"This is one of my favorite places to come, when my home starts becoming unbearable I often come here"

She looked back at him and smiled before looking back over the city. She wished she had her sketchpad with her, so she could capture this moment forever. She took a moment to look around the rooftop, glancing at the statues. Her eyes finding one in particular…Apollo's Lyre. That's where Christine betrayed him, she looked over at him and his eyes had followed hers. The sadness that filled their unique golden depths made her heart break. How can anyone live with this much pain, so many reminders of his past…staying here can't be healthy? He can't move on, every memory here haunting him.

He was unaware of her gaze, which hadn't left him. He stared at the statue of Apollo, Christine's deceitful words still ringing in his mind, taunting him.

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime…anywhere you go let me go too

Erik closed his eyes, forcing the memory out of his mind. Jenna watched as he fought with the demons of his past. She wished there was something she could do, she went over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Erik? Can we go? I'm getting cold"

His eyes shot open when he felt her hand on his shoulder. "Of course" he replied shortly. He knew she wasn't cold, and he appreciated her giving him space, and not forcing him to talk about things he wasn't ready to face just yet. Well when are you going to be ready to face them old man? It's been too long.

Their journey from the opera house was in silence, an awkward silence. When they reached her hotel room she hung up her sweater and purse before sitting down on the couch and propping her throbbing foot up. As beautiful as the view had been, doing all that walking was not the best idea in the world.

They sat there, the silence soon becoming unbearable. She finally broke it. "Thank you for taking me. The view was magnificent"

"You are welcome my dear" he responded distantly.

She decided to take a stab into the dark and see if he would open up even a little bit to her.

"Are you alright? You have been really quiet since the roof of the opera"

He looked at her, unsure if he should trust her. What's she getting at? What does it matter anyway? He remained silent, instead of stopping she continued.

"It must be hard to be surrounded by so many bad memories of Christine all the time"

His gaze turned icy "You will not speak her name" he hissed.

She paled slightly but wasn't prepared to stop just yet. "Why not? It's just a name. She's been dead for a long time now, wouldn't it be easier to move on? It's been nearly 124 years"

He shot up from the chair he was sitting in "You have no idea what you are talking about. You are a naive little girl with no comprehension of what I have gone through!" he seethed.

She wasn't going to back down, though she questioned her sanity at this point. "I may not have experienced the cruelty that you have, and I know that I'm young but don't for one second think I don't know about pain or loss! You are not the first person to lose someone that they loved! Don't be so arrogant!" Why am I saying this? Why am I telling him any of this?

"Arrogant! Tell me, have you ever loved someone so much that it consumed you from the inside out. That you would destroy the world and the heavens for them just to hear them say 'I love you' and you would do anything in your power to make sure they never hurt, never experienced pain? Have you ever sacrificed everything you had for one person only to have them hate you, and abandon you. The only gift they leave you is one kiss, the only kiss you ever experience!" he roared at her.

Tears were building up in his eyes and Jenna felt the familiar tingle of tears behind her own eyes. She would not let him see her cry, let him see weakness. His fists were clenched and his face was filled with fury. She wanted to make his pain go away, but she knew that it was too deeply imbedded in his soul to ever be completely rid of it.

"Erik…" but that was as far as she got. He had picked up the first thing his hands laid on, which was the remote control and hurled it across the room. It shattered as it hit the wall on the far side of the room. And for the first time she felt true fear.

Erik watched as the compassion in her blue eyes was replaced with fear. He turned away, his breathing heavy and ragged. "I was a fool for trying to be a human being"

Jenna felt the tears she had held at bay for so long begin to leak out. "Erik, please"

He turned his head to look over his shoulder, took one last look at her and left. He ignored her nearly silent cries and the hurt in her eyes as he left. She had stood up to him, he had raged at her and she didn't back down and become a simpering mess of tears. She wasn't afraid of him that was until his temper got the best of him. He didn't know when he arrived home, or how. All he could see was the despair and hurt in Jenna's eyes as he left.

Jenna watched as he walked away, defeated and broken. She wiped her tears away angrily Way to go! You tried to help him and all you did was drive him away. You are an IDIOT! You can't cram it down his throat like that! He'll never open up to you…well there's a small chance of that anyway since all you did was piss him off and hurt him she raged at herself.

She threw herself on the sofa and replayed the entire exchanged again, she knew she could have handled that better…hell she should have just let things be. She sighed before getting up to change. A thought came to her He'll never come out of that hellhole ever again. He's just going to hole himself up and never see the light of day…I can't let that happen. I can't let him destroy himself because I can't keep my trap shut. I couldn't live with that. Her mind was made up; she pulled on her shoe and grabbed her jacket before heading out.

She hailed a taxi and ordered the driver to take her to the Opera House. Once there she paid the man and looked at the huge building. Alright, I'm here. So how the hell am I supposed to get in? At that moment people started streaming out of the doors, she looked up at the sky and said a silent thank you. She slipped in as the last of the people left. She stayed to the shadows and waited till the house lights went down and the performers started leaving. She took a breath and made her way to the staircase to the cellars, making her way down carefully so she didn't fall again. Thank God I paid attention during the tour.

She was immensely pleased when she ended up down by the lake once more. She looked across the lake and wondered how she was going to get across. She looked around and didn't see the boat. She saw a ledge that followed the edge of the lake, if she was careful she could do it. But she would have to ditch the crutches. She scowled, but hid the crutches carefully so they wouldn't be found. And began making her way around the lake.

She finally stepped off the ledge onto the muddy ground on the other side. Her ankle was throbbing, ready to give out at any moment. Her arms aching from using them to hold herself on the narrow ledge. She faced the stonewall in front of her and began to feel around, after about 10 minutes of running her fingers over the stone face the stone slab swung open. She sighed in relief, and opened the door, mildly surprised that it was unlocked.

She walked into the house and paused. She heard organ music; she followed the sound till she reached the door. She pushed it open, and watched as Erik pounded his anger and frustration out. He stopped when he heard the door creak and whirled around anger coming off him in waves.

Jenna would never forget the look of complete and utter shock on his face when he saw her standing there before him. Tired and sore she just looked at him for a moment before she opened her mouth to speak.

"Erik, I'm sorry. I had no right to say any of those things to you. I wanted to help, but my mouth ran away without checking with my brain first. But…please don't hide yourself away from the world. You..You are such an incredible person and you have so much to offer civilization with your music and architecture. Please don't tuck away because I can't control myself," she said, running out of breath by the end.

If he was shocked before she had started to speak then he was blown away now. He was speechless, there were few times in his life when he had been speechless. She looked exhausted, like she was ready to collapse at any moment. He stood up and began to walk towards her. Just as he was in front of her she passed out, her face covered in sheen of sweat. The pain of her ankle finally overcoming her, he caught her before she hit the floor and scooped her up into his arms.

He looked down at her face, and felt his heart lurch. She was so beautiful, and strong willed he thought to himself with amusement. She no doubt exhausted herself and made her ankle worse with her stubbornness. He took her out of the room and down the hall. He was going to let her sleep in the library again but that seemed too…cold. No, that will not do. He opened the door across from the library and took a deep breath before entering.

The room was done in creams and pinks. The bed he had been born in stood along the all regally, made up with white sheets of the softest silk waiting for her…but she was never to return. He pulled back the sheets and placed her down on the bed carefully and pulled the blankets up over her.

The room was cold; he set about making a fire in the grand fireplace. Once he was satisfied she would be warm enough he left her to sleep.