YAY! chapter7 and 8 in one day...A record! Thank you greatly Twinkle22 for all your reviews and hopefully more people review as well cause I need a lot of people's opinions on how this is going. Ok here I go with chapter 8.

Chapter 8-"I'm Not Falling In Love Am I?"

Erik walked slowly to his room. She just kissed me...Well, not really but her lips did touch my cheek, he thought going into the room and sitting on the bed, I should stop thinking about it. Aurora would never love someone like me.

Don't go heading for conclusions to fast my Phantom friend...You don't know what she could be thinking or even if she loves you or not, his mind told him.

True enough, but still I am a monster, Erik thought with a sigh.But she may not think so.

She doesn't even know what lies behind this damn mask!

That's because you won't let her know.

I can't tell her my story nor show her my face until I feel it is time, Erik put his hand on his mask and took it off. He felt his rough skin loathing the feel of it, he couldn't even face the mirror that was in his room. No woman would ever love something like this.

She might be different, his mind persisted.

"Just shut the hell up!" Erik yelled aloud to himself wishing he would just stop thinking about all this.

All right, Phantom but remember I'm your mind so you're telling yourself to shut the hell up, his mind laughed.

"I'm not falling in love with Aurora! I'm just not!" he told himself confidently as he put his mask back on.

Aurora was in her room singing a lovely solo from Carmen. Her voice was pure and sweet sounding, and it seemed like she had had years of lessons; which she did. She started to sing when she was six years old after she saw her first opera which was The Magical Flute. Even though she was only six and didn't understand a word of the opera she loved the leading lady's voice so much that she begged her father to give her singing lessons; he gladly allowed her to have the lessons.

She stopped when she heard a knock on her door. "Come in!" she yelled to the door and in walked Mr. Adams, "Ah, Papa!"

"Darling why did Meg come back alone? I thought you were going shopping with her," Mr. Adams said with a raised eyebrow.

"Because I fainted when I found out that Erik was the Phantom of the Opera from le'Opera Populaire," she replied as Mr. Adams gave her a stern look.

"You didn't force him to tell you did you? That incident was very painful to him," Mr. Adams said taking Aurora by the hands and gently sat her down, with him beside her, on the bed.

"Oh no father! Christine and Raoul de Chagny were there at the shop I took Meg to and Erik followed us. So when he entered the store and I made him angry Christine warned me not to anger the 'Phantom of the Opera'. And that's the truth Papa," Aurora said looking at Mr. Adams straight in the eye.

"Did you know Mr. and Mrs. de Chagny were going to be there?" he asked still sternly.

"No I did not know they were going to be there," and that was the truth. Mr. Adams nodded and got up.

"Well, my daughter I must go back to the office anyway Madam Giry has been asking for a ballet that the ballet girls could do. So I have to look into that," he said kissing her on her head, "Oh and you sound beautiful, daughter."

"Thank you, Father," she said as he left. When he was gone she sighed, "Erik is the Phantom...But how could he be? He doesn't seem that all dangerous. He's also exceedingly handsome." She shook her head when she heard herself say that.

"No! I shouldn't say stuff like that about him! Not one bit..." she paused before saying, "And yet maybe Nancy is right maybe him and I were meant for each other. His love of music, his humorous ways, he makes me feel like a woman, and he's sometimes so kind and gentle with me...Like he was when he sang to me. His voice was so enchanting, so lovely that I would have probably would have allowed him to kiss me." Her eyes widen at the thought, "I'm not falling in love am I? Can I really trust Erik? Him whom I barely even know...I don't even know his history or what is hidden underneath that mask of his...Can it be true what the French papers said about him? Is he hideously deformed?"

Who knows? Maybe you should find out, her mind said.

I think I will but not now. Maybe tomorrow, Aurora thought with a smile.

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