Here we go then. Jeez How many times is this gonna take before it gets it right.

DISCLAIMER: I do no own POTO. o matter how much I wish I did I dont. But Christina and her multicolor hair and strange clothes is mine. MINE! SHES MY PRECIOUS I TELL YOU! So inless you wanna trade Eri for her. She's mine.

CHRIS' POV

When I woke up that morning the first thing I thought was were am I and why is it so dark.

"Adry" I called out, but when there was no answer it all came flooding back to me. I was in the dark bat cave of the psycho loony who probably even thought he was the phantom of the opera for all I knew.

It took me awhile to get up and scuffle around the room but when I finally felt my bag. I went digging through the contents and felt around for some clothes. I grabbed the first thing I felt which was my ripped jeans, and threw them on, along with my converse I had found beside the bag. Next I threw on a T and found some fingerless gloves and wristbands. It was the same routine wherever I was. Wake up get dressed and go back to bed till 2. I never really cared what I looked like as long as I sported my trademark black suit jacket. Couldn't go anywhere without it as far as I was concerned.

When I was done I just crawled back to the bed and fell asleep again.

ERIK'S POV

I woke up around 6 to here her moving around and suddenly stop. I got up and walked over to her chamber to realize she had gotten dressed in her strange clothes yet again and was now sleeping. I walked over and tried to wake her up only to get my hand slapped away.

"Is it 2 yet?" She mumled.

"Sorry but no"

"THEN BUGGER OFF YOU BLOODY WANKER!" and with that she was fast asleep again as soon as she had woken up.

I just walked away and started to pace around my prison. I figured she was going to need some more fitting clothes whether she liked it or not. So with a whip of my cape (A/N: OMG drooling) I disappeared into the morning fog.

CHRIS'S POV

I woke up around what felt like probably 12 o'clock. Noticing I was too awake to try and sleep I got up and started to shuffle around his house. Or whatever he called it.

Suddenly I trip on something and ran into a stool. When I finally got up, I noticed that it had been a piano stool, and in front of it was a piano…. or something much bigger.

Yep I was right it, was an organ.

I decided to walk around a little more and get as familiar as possible until I ran into something else. It was hard and cold and I noticed that it was glass. Broken glass. Just then I started to put all my memory into the events of yesterday along with what I had learned so far. The broken glass, probably a mirror, the organ, all we need now is a…. mask. Just then I felt it under my hand. It was a small. cool, porcelain mask with one hole for the eye.

"Oh isn't this just peachy, I'm in the twilight zone with one of the sexiest guys in literature and Broadway next to multiple Cats stars. Then again it depends on what version of the story I've been sucked into. Oh well he's hot in almost every version. God what am I doing...oh yeah... talking to myself yet again!" The last part I mumbled to myself when I saw a kind of turquoise aura headed towards me.

Weird cause I thought I was blind.

"Good morning Mlle.-" He said until I cut him off.

"Really its just Chris, Mademoiselle is just too…too…well its just to weird for me if you understand, dude. And I still haven't gotten your name." Just then I forgot that according to him I wasn't in modern day America. Or at least modern day for him.

"Oh and dude just is a formal or at least formal for someone like me…someone like you might take that as an insult and by someone like you I mean someone like you in the future…" I noticed I was rambling so I started to mutter.

"Well dude just means like monsieur or man or something like that."

I knew I couldn't see but I wasn't stupid and with years of people staring at me like I was a loony. I knew when they were or weren't, whether my eyes were open or closed.

"Er...um…sorry" I said.

"For what"

"Um well for uh well for rambling its one of my many habits. Oh and sorry about the freak out yesterday. Consider that the official apology."

Anyone who knew me knew it took almost months to years to get me to apologize for something. And most of the time I just totally forgot about it.

"Its okay you had your right. You may call me Erik if you wish. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up but I went to find you some more fitting clothes."

I smiled as I took the clothes from his hand smirking to myself.

"No offense, but you don't actually expect me to dress like those bunch of prancing panzees do you. I really am grateful but just cause I'm in the past doesn't mean I will dress it."

He obviously didn't know what to say to that so he changed the subject.

"Well Christina-"

Before he could finish I cut him off again. "Whoa dude just Chris mmk."

"Well Chris, if you really are from the future do you mind explaining to me how you got here?"

I didn't really know how to explain it to him so I took my best shot.

"Honestly I really don't know but to guess it. I was running towards the lake intending to throw all my stuff into it except clothes and laptop. Next thing I know I tripped into a river and hit my head on a rock. To say the most I'm guessing that I somehow found a wormhole into some alternate dimension, and if this is what I think it is. I've ended up in the same time as the Phantom of the Opera. Which is a book based on some guy who...well you probably get it from there."

"Right and in the future this Phantom has a book based off him and what?"

To confirm any suspicion the accent was indeed Gerry Butler's. And by the feel of the clothes and atmosphere, he wasn't lying. So I was stuck in the past with none other than Erik. Wow what had I gotten myself into? At least I wouldn't have people breathing down my back to take my Prozac.

"Um yeah. Let me guess that's you isn't it?"

There was a brief silence while I heard him shuffle around the lair.

"Yes how did you guess?"

"Besides the stink of you and the place I kinda figured by the way the place feels."

I was still a little weirded out when I felt a hand grab mine and lead me to what I was sure was the table.

"Here you need to eat." He said setting me down in the chair.

"So why would one like you go running through the forest to throw music into the water?"

"That is none of your business," I hissed at him. That was information I didn't feel he needed to know.

"Well were are you from. And since we are on the topic of music. Can you sing?"

I just sat there hunching in my chair trying to eat. A sudden rush of memories and thoughts ruining my smug mood.

"I'm from Michigan in America where I attended a boarding school for the arts. Interlochen was the name. I did sing, but not anymore."

This girl's mood could be diminished as quickly as mine. Something was very strange about this girl. Beside her many strange habits and intriguing stories I didn't know exactly how to take it. Though I could tell she most definitely wasn't lying.

"Why isn't is that you don't sing anymore. Or for that matter, why is it that you have a sudden hate towards music."

Suddenly her eyes shot daggers.

"Why is it that your organ has no music on it and the keys are more dusty than father times beard?"

ERIK'S POV

I just stared at her. Once again her mood had shifted. I knew I'd have to be careful as to what I said around her.

Suddenly I felt a wave of anger and violence as a hand went for the Punjab lasso that still hung inside my cape.

"I'd be careful as to what I say Mlle. For my temper is just as quick to spark as yours and you are a guest in this house!"

I was surprised to see she was just as quick to take to standing up as I was.

"Good, then maybe you could lay off the personal questions. You don't see me questioning you about your obvious lack of interest towards life!"

I was about to slap her again for her insolence when she suddenly fell forward and started coughing and shaking. Obviously in her fit of anger she had exerted too much energy than she could handle and was still very exhausted from her trip down the river.

My eyes soften as I looked at the mysterious creature in front of me. So strong in soul, and yet so weak at the same moment.

I could tell that this was just ahollowshell of her former self and that she would have been even a challenge for me to compete against in wits and agile.

Looking at her know she was so frail that I could have crushed her in between her hands. But the way she carried herself and moved so that I didn't even see her till I reached the landing proved that she was once very stealthy.

I picked her up bridal style and carried her to the chamber that was once Christine's.

"You can stay here for know. I will nurse you back to health as best I can, but you will need to help me by conserving as much energy as possible. Now I need to tend to the multiple wounds you seem to have encountered on you journey."

She just lay there shaking her head while she rested her eyes. She did have very beautiful eyes I have to say. And her hair was the longest and softest I've ever held. Except for the random braids that were dyed in multiple colors such as a bright green, purple, and blue.

When I was done with the ones on her back (noticing a small birthmark on the small of her back that resembled the tattoo of a crescent moon and star) I removed the strange bands on her arm to tend to the cuts. Suddenly I felt a hand grab mine. Though frail and small it was insistent of something and had a death vice grip.

I looked at her and noticed that she stared at me and shook her head. Almost as if she could see me.

"Chris, I must tend to these. They are deep and could leave nasty scars if not attended."

She just shook her head. "Don't, leave them please. Just leave them." She said in a hoarse whisper. Like she didn't want anyone else to here what she was saying.

I sighed and shook my head. "Alright but you could at least satisfy my curiosity and tell me what the strange tattoos on your body are."

A ghost of a smile stretched across her face.

"Ah those. They are to remind me of who I am. The Crescent one resembles a birthmark on my back and the others are...well the one band is an elven design and the other is…it's a mark of the goddess Artemis."

I knew who the goddess Artemis was, during my many travels I had learned of her, the goddess of the night. I laughed inside. How appropriate for one like herself. But by elven I took she meant such fantastic creatures that were written in stories by people such as Hans Christian Anderson or the Grim Brothers.

"Well good night Christina. Sweet dreams." Not knowing what possessed me to do so I kissed her gently on the forehead. Whether it was my imagination or not I swear I saw a smile illuminate from her rosy full lips.

A couple of hours later I was sitting in my room when I heard someone moving.I instinctively grabed my mask and whent to see who it was.

"Sorry I didnt mean to wake you its just that...well I cant sleep. Ever since I remember I've never been able to sleep. Until...well... until my father or my...well either way someone always would sing or play for me. It was the only thing that ever got me to sleep. So I guess what I am trying to say is."

Before she could finish a smile reached my face.

"I understand." was all I said when I sat down at the organ and started to play 'Music of the Night'.

After the first few notes she came over and silently sat down next to me. After the first minute she silently dozed off, leaning her head on my shoulder.

Still singing the last verse of the song I silently picked her up and set her on the bed.

You alonoe can make my song take flight

Help me make the music of the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

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