Thanks, Mouse! I feel more comfy now.

:D

oo0o0oo

Tori woke up to find herself curled up with a long, black piece of fabric. Upon closer inspection, she recognized it as the Phantom's cloak.

He must have given it to me while I slept…and that was the best sleep I've had in years.

Sitting up, she took a second to gather her thoughts. She had performed in Carlotta's place and was well received by the public. Everyone had loved her!

Raoul had invited her to dinner.

She smacked herself on the head. Raoul! She was normally very obedient and polite, and she had steered Raoul into thinking that she was a liar!

Oh well…it's passed now. One night can't make ALL the difference.

A mysterious man, clad all in black, and had whisked her away to his underground home. He was the Phantom and her angel; Tori had put them together quite easily.

He had given her a lesson, and let her go to bed…Now here she was, in a bed with a cloak and a black curtain shut in front of her.

After looking around, she found a rope and pulled it, already knowing what would happen. The curtain was pulled up, and she found herself facing the Phantom's home on the lake, the man in question with his back to her, facing his organ and playing music like a madman.

She lied on her stomach and rested her head on the front of the bed, which was shaped like a swan's head, and put her hands underneath her chin.

Tori studied him silently and enjoyed the music. It was unlike anything she had heard before. It spoke of love, of hatred, of pain…blurring together in a wild mixture and filling her head.

Suddenly the music ceased, and Tori watched the Phantom scribble something down on a piece of parchment. He read through what he had so far, and then slammed his hand down on the side of the organ.

"DAMN IT!"

Tori jumped, seeing as she wasn't used to so much fury, especially from a person who had been very gentle with her. It seemed like he had a violent side that equaled his nice one.

She waited a bit for him to start playing the song again, but instead he switched to a different piece. This one was quieter, and it was a song that she recognized as the one they had used in their lesson. Perhaps he had picked it on purpose?

A few minutes passed. Deciding that the time was right, Tori grabbed the cloak, got out of bed slowly, and walked down the steps leading from the room, walking over to the organ.

Tori paused behind Erik for a moment, then, reluctantly, tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around. Tori backed up a step, realizing how close they were, then swallowed and held out the cloak.

"I woke up with this next to me. I…"

She cleared her throat, which was suddenly dry. Her voice cracked a little.

"I, um, slept very well with it, actually."

Erik took the cloak in his hands and placed it on the organ. "That's no problem at all."

Once again Tori felt that incredible rush of security, this time mingled with a strong liking. Did she really like him, however afraid of him she was? That was strange, very strange...very out of character for someone like her.

But she had good reason: he was her guardian and was sweet, perhaps even loving towards her.

Erik turned around again to simply glance at his music. Tori found herself moving, and she sat on the organ bench with him. Startled, he turned his head to look at her, and found her studying her hands, placed in her lap.

"Will you play me something?" she asked, not looking up. She trembled for a second, partly because of the cold, and partly because she didn't want to anger him.

After a second or two, music greeted her ears, soft music, and she felt his eyes on her. She turned to meet them.

They connected just a little more during that moment.

A/N: NO, it's nothing, er…jumping-aheady. You know Tori, come on! Crazy people. xP