Chapter 41

Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom of the Opera

When Poppy woke, she was laying against something hard. Running her sore hands across it, she found the edge of a hard cold mask. Erik was still asleep. She smiled, and eased out of bed. Quietly picking up her pack she walked out of the room. When she was in the main room Poppy took out her CD player and the books. She began ripping up the books, bits of paper surrounding her.

"What are you doing?"

Poppy jumped, "Getting rid of evidence."

Erik picked up a half torn book, "Evidence of what?"

She continued to rip the pages, "For one thing the Phantom of the Opera story is altered. If this book is ever found in the future, well, you're a genius figure it out. And the CD player is way ahead of its time. It needs to go. As well as the CDs."

He understood. History has been rewritten; it doesn't need any more surprises. Suddenly Poppy started laughing. "What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking, if this is going to be put as a musical. If not, imagine all the people that would be really pissed off at me."

Erik just shook his head, gathering up the ripped up books. "It may be best to burn these."

Nodding, Poppy scooped up the rest, and followed Erik to a part of the lair that had a fireplace. They both threw the books and the CD player in the ashes. Using a candle, he burned the paper. He stood back beside Poppy. He watched as the flames melted the CDs and the player. Bringing his attention back to the present, he saw that Poppy had moved away.

"I would step away from the fireplace Erik."

"Why?" he didn't get an answer, when there was a loud pop, causing both of them to jump. Poppy started laughing. "What was that!"

Gasping between breaths, "The batteries! They exploded!"

Erik went to pick up his cape, "I'm glad you found it amusing." He told her sarcastically.

"I'm sorry Erik, but not many has the chance to scare the mightily Phantom." She smirked.

Rolling his eyes, he placed the cape upon his shoulders. "I'm going to go up to the opera house. I'm going to grant Firmin his wish. One that he may not want. I want you to stay here."

All the humor left Poppy. Concern came upon her face. "Be careful. It may be a trap. No showing off." Her voice serious.

Wrapping her in a tight hug, he placed a kiss on her forehead. "I will. I won't. Wait here, I mean it." Letting go of her, he left, leaving Poppy to chew her lip in concern.

I hate this chapter. It had not true meaning. But I have to write this with no damn muses. They up and left for the day. The next ones will be better. Can any one guess as to what will happen next?