A/N Just so people know, this story is based off the movie. My Phantom is based off Gerard Butler's Phantom. The same goes with Emmy Rossum's Chrisitne. I think they did a fantastic job playing the characters and so there you go. Thank you to all that reviewed. Also, if you are going to leave me a rude review then just leave me a private message. Thanks a lot!

Ch 6♪

Andrew had headed home that night low in sprit but his mind set on his revenge. He would kill that man if it was the last thing he did. He did not know how to go about killing the man, mainly because he had never seen the intruder before. But time would only bring the opportunity.

Anna.

The thought of her kissing that man lingered in his mind. How was he going to make her see that he was the only person meant for her? It did not take him to long to figure out what he had to do. If he wanted to keep her interested than the only thing he could do was to court her all over again.

A week later

Andrew approached Anna with a dozen red roses. He knew she would enjoy the flowers greatly. His heart leapt at the surprise and joy that appeared in Anna's eyes as he walked towards her.

"Andrew these are so beautiful." Anna shrieked, as she placed a light kiss on his lips. "What in God's name did I do to deserve these?"

"Well I just could not remember the last time I had brought you roses just to see you smile." He told her as he grabbed her and brought her tight up against his body. Her scent invaded his nostrils. She smelled of springtime and roses.

"Well I am truly smiling now." Anna said placing another kiss on his lips, but this one lasted longer and was more passionate. "Thank you so much Andrew they are perfect."

Andrew just stared into Anna's beautiful, but sad eyes. He loved her so much. "You're perfect."

Andrew's words had cause Anna to feel all the guilt that she had tried so hard to not feel. She was such a horrible person, defiantly not perfect. Anna had the love of a handsome, intelligent, nice, and caring man. Yet all the while she yearned for the love of a different person, a much darker person. A person who understood her pain the way she understood his.

This man was hid by the shadows of the darkness, and bathed in his own pain. This man that was such a genius, that he himself, could not even comprehend just how beautiful a person he was. Anna loved Erik, and she knew that her heart would be his forever more.

But as she stared into Andrew's eyes, the eyes of a man who loved her, all her shame and guilt came flooding back. "Andrew I am not perfect."

"You are in my eyes." Andrew told her as he lifted up her chin, making her eyes meet his. "I love you Anna."

Anna's heart stopped. Why was God taunting her? She loved Andrew but telling him so sounded like such a lie. But what choice did she have. "I love you too."

Anna soon began to notice as the week went on that Andrew had begun to keep a tight lock on her. She was forced to attend parties held by Paris' most wealthy aristocrats, the people that also attended made her sick. What hypocrites. They were perfectly polite to her, but she saw the looks the majority of the woman gave to her when they thought that she was not looking. Looks of shame, all because she was in the entertainment industry.

But the fake attitudes of the aristocratic women of Paris had not put Anna in low spirits. Her sadness came from the fact that she had had no time to spend with Erik. She missed the first week that Erik and she had gotten to spend together. At night after rehearsals ended and the theater was cleared out, Erik would come visit her. He would play soft, enchanting melodies that would put Anna into a supreme state of nirvana.

It was those nights when Anna had gotten to find out about who Erik was. About his past and what he wanted for his future.

"Erik, if you have never hand any formal training in music then how do you play as perfectly as you do?" Anna asked him happily, as she sat on the edge of the stage.

"Would you care to know?" Erik asked turning his gaze on her curious eyes.

"Indeed I would care very much to know." Anna said enthusiastically.

"Okay very well then." Erik replied as he seated himself next to Anna. "When I was a young child my mother hated my very presence and she abandoned me. She was the first person to present me with a mask."

"Erik I have been too scared to ask you…" Anna spoke softly, afraid of offending him. "Not for what lies beneath but in fear of offending you."

Erik could see the look of genuine sincerity; she was not like everyone who had seen his face. She would not mock him or gawk at him. Maybe she would look upon his face with a heart, a heart he wished the cruel world possessed.

"Ask your question Anna." Erik said calmly. But his eyes possessed fear, fear she would have never thought Erik capable of.

"What lies beneath the mask Erik?" Anna asked getting strait to the point.

Erik knew that he would have to show her eventually and it seemed that the time had indeed come.

"I was born disfigured on one side of my face." He said sadly. "The side I wish no one to see."

"May I see?" Anna asked as she grabbed Erik's hand to help sooth his nerves.

"Anna, are you sure you wish to see me?" Erik asked her cautiously. He did not want her to regret what she was asking him.

"Yes Erik I want to see." Anna said seriously as Erik captured her lips with his.

He was praying this kiss would make her remember all the passion she felt for him. This kiss was his salvation. Anna was his salvation.

"Very well." He said as he pulled away.

Not another word was spoken over the next few minuets. In one swift motion, Erik removed his mask.

Anna did not know if it was the fear of hurting Erik's feelings or the horror of his face that kept her silent. As her eyes traced over every single distorted part, all she could feel for him was sorrow. Why had God tainted the one soul who truly did not deserve to be tainted? Why did it have to be Erik?

She felt Erik flinch as she rubbed her fingers over the twisted flesh. She would never understand the type of pain he had experienced. She prayed he would never have to know it again.

"It is not horrible, it is just not good." Anna's voice rang, interrupting his thoughts.

She had just placed a kiss on his forehead, then one on his lips. She looked deep into his eyes; he was still searching for something. Anna leaned in and placed tiny kisses over the ravaged side if his face. She looked back into his eyes and saw that he had finally found what he had been looking for. It was her, and she knew it. He knew she knew it.

"I love you still, Erik." Anna told him as she laid her head against his shoulder.

"I love you Anna." Erik said placing his mask back on his face as a silent tear rolled down his cheek.

"Continue with the story Erik." Anna said as she entwined her fingers in his.

"As I said before, my mother abandoned me emotionally, so I ran away and I somehow found my way into a circus freak show. With a face such as mine, they found ways to torture me. No one felt the desire to help me until one day when a young girl had seem me on display. She helped me escape after I killed my keeper." He said the pain obvious in his voice.

"She gave me a home where I could let my creative instincts flow. I taught myself everything I know, but if it had not been for that girl I would never be where I am today." He finished not realizing how tight he was gripping Anna's hand.

"Erik you're hurting me." Anna said pulling her hand away.

"I am sorry I did not realize." He said sadly.

"It is fine." Anna said holding his hand once more. "Erik that was quite a story."

"I suppose it was." He said his thoughts still lingering on the past.

"I am sorry your mother did not love you." Anna said yawning. "No one deserves that, especially you."

Erik felt so lucky; Anna was the only person who had loved him willingly. "Thank you Anna."

Although Erik had let Anna know more about him, she was still not satisfied with his story. "Erik where exactly did that woman take you?"

Anna could not understand why he tensed up at her question but she ignored it as he began to answer her.

"She, at the time, was a ballet dancer at the Opera Populair. When she helped me escape from that freak show I was in, she took me there, and over time I adapted to my new environment." Erik said flatly.

Anna could sense that something pained him about his past home. But there were still many questions she had for him.

"What type of things did you do there? How did you get around without people not noticing you?" Anna asked him, curiosity apparent in her voice.

Erik was laughing evilly inside. He not noticed. He was infamous. He had been the Opera Ghost. He was still the Opera Ghost. His presence never left the people he touched. He made sure of it.

"I would watch rehearsals and performances." Erik told her lightly, hiding what he was really feeling on the inside. "I coached a girl in the ballet."

For some odd reason when he spoke to her, that he had coached a girl it had caught her attention even more.

Anna wanted to inquire more about this girl. "Was she any good?" Anna asked Erik, as she played with his hands.

"She was extraordinary Anna." Erik said in a hypnotic tone. "She thought that I was her Angel of Music. Goodness Anna she was so beautiful, so young and beautiful. Very much like you."

Anna felt so many emotions run through her veins, hurt, anger, confusion, and the one she least favored, jealousy. He spoke of this woman like her loved her. His voice conveyed too much emotion to not love her.

Anna could not help but push him away. His words had made her terribly uncomfortable. Anna tried to think up words to say to him, but is seemed her mouth and brain were not cooperating together.

Erik could see the hurt on Anna's face. He had said too much about Christine. Oh Lord what had he done.

"Anna what is wrong." Erik asked trying to stay calm.

"You love her." Anna said, more to herself than to Erik. Her voice was barely a whisper, but Erik's senses were keen and he had heard her words.

"Anna what are you saying." Erik asked her trying to get her to open up a bit.

"No, you love that girl." Anna replied to him. She could feel the tears weld up in her eyes. "Oh my God you love her."

Erik watched Anna bolt up from the stage as she made her way to the exit. He was standing before he even realized that he had risen.

"Anna come back here, you do not know what you are saying." He told her, his voice slowly rising with rage. Rage that he, himself, had caused.

"You love her." Anna repeated again. Why could she not get those ungodly words out of her head? The next thought brought more tears to her eyes. "You do not love me."

Anna was about to open the door when Erik's voice snapped her back into reality.

"ANNA STOP."

A/N

I know it sounds so sill and dramatic but sometimes you have to let your muse take you were it wants to go. Please Review!