I almost forgot it...this also was an attempt of a friend to teach me English, so that I apologize myself of any kind of language faults, and that I don't own anything that all that could be recognizable here in any kind and form….thank you

After entering the grave...
She got trough the tomb into the darkness, hearing only the silent breath of someone inside, she saw a light at the end of the stairs. She didn't feel fear, cold or anything else.
Suddenly she heard a voice, a beautiful man's voice, coming from the darkness beside her. The voice surrounded her softly and slowly. She fainted when she felt a chillness behind her. When she woke up, she was in utter pitch darkness. Asking herself "Where I am?" She noticed she was in a room because she was laying in a bed.
Gradually her eyes got used to the absence of light; little by little she distinguished the different things around her, and she recognized it as her room in the house beyond the lake.
Suddenly she realized that the Phantom had been sitting beside her the whole time, in the chamber's only chair. She was so surprised to see him there; that she remembered the episode in Perros-Girec and asked him—What am I doing here?
—You fainted in the crypt. Would you have preferred that I should have left you there?—he said in a sarcastic tone... although he seemed to be tired.
—Well, now that we know that you're fine, I'll leave. You must be hungry. Would you like anything special for supper?—
He had already left the door behind when she started to think about his last words.—For supper?—he turned around and looked at her—You have been here for two days since you left the Opera House.
She was alone for a while till he came back with a silver tray containing some meat and a cup of wine.
—Please, eat something!—he told her in a pleading tone.
She was afraid, but asked him—Why have you brought me here?—He looked at her, sighted and told her —This is your home too. And since you hadn't woken up, you couldn't see that the door has been open all the time...
—When you have finished eating, you are free to leave, you know the way back.
That was true, she was so busy worrying that she hadn't noticed that the door was indeed open. She couldn't understand his attitude; all this time she had thought that he was obsessively in love with her, but now?
They were in silence for a while, then he spoke breaking her thoughts and the silence—I think it's better if I leave you alone.
She was about to let him go, but without thinking what she was doing, she called him.—No, don't...—and when she realized what she had said, she corrected herself—Hummm!...I mean...you don't have to go.—She couldn't understand why she was doing that.

He stopped in midair and slowly sat again. And there was silence once more; again he broke it —Would you like to talk?-he said tenderly. He had sensed more than seen the conflict in her soul and helped her –I'd like to — he added softly and started commenting —I won't deny that your suitor, "the Vicomte", yes...I know he is your suitor... makes me lose my patience...Do you know what I feel for you? —he asked her suddenly, but without waiting for and answer he continued —Since my only desire is your happiness. I can't ignore the fact, that he fell in love with you only after you sang at the gala. It doesn't seem to me, that he really loves you, because if he did; why did he left you alone when your father died? Why doesn't he helped you...or comforts you, or even better, why didn't he ask your hand before?—he said all this calmly, but each time he took a breath he seemed said like in a rebuke.
She didn't answer, so he continued as calmly as if he was commenting the weather —I'm interested in continuing the lessons. Everything will remain as before, specially the discipline. You will be taking daily classes at the same hour. If he wants to see you, he'll have to find time in that schedule.
He hadn't lost of sight the tray in all the time he had been so said –It's better that you eat before the supper get cold.
She couldn't refuse his arguments, but she also couldn't deny the fact that he had told her all this to win the upper hand. She was so confused and uneasy.
—Well, I'll leave you, I want the best for you, I am still your Angel of Music and your tutor too so please, trust me!—he said when he stood up and got out.
She was lost for a while, thinking about all the things he had said, and finally asked herself –What do I really feel for Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny ...and for Erik, the Phantom of the Opera?...—This question was difficult, very difficult. She trusted in Raoul, she had known him since they were children, how different could he be from those times? She trusted Erik too, he had never harmed her, but she didn't knew nothing about his past. It was true that Erik going to far for her and she didn't know how far... and Raoul, how far he dare go? Also she knew that Raoul could be indeed violent. The both are not very different from each other. Who was Raoul but rather an Erik with some polite complexes? They're not different at all. Well; thinking about it...she knew something about them, but she had never the need to compare them. Both can act like gentlemen and can be extremely jealousy. What are they? One is a noble rich and the other an unknown genius...an aristocrat and a ghost how can she get a truce between them...
The truth was she was so lost and confused that she didn't notice that time had flown away when the Phantom came back a couple hours late. He observed the untouched tray and said worried –You didn't taste the food—. He sat in the bed beside her and took her hands between his and tenderly said her—Are you alright?—She didn't reject him and suddenly without knowing how she began to cry in his shoulder.