Here it is then. I'm sorry to have to say that I might not be able to get another one up for a while. Drivers Ed. Yeah. And thanks for the review to the two who sent them. I love you guys so much.

DISCLAIMER : I don't own the phantom of the opera. But one day one day I tell you it will all be mine, MINE! (evil look on face).

CHRIS' POV

It had been close to a week of my being here. Every day was the same. Get up mope. Listen to him mope. So on and so forth.

After a couple of days he finally convinced me to eat. But I still was very weak and I really had nowhere to go. Both of us knew It, but I was too stubborn to ask if I could stay here.

When I woke up this morning though I noticed that he had gotten up extra early and disappeared. I was always up just lying in bed listening.

Today when I woke up I noticed that I didn't have any clean clothes and that I reeked of sewage. My face was probably coated in dirt too.

Cool I probably look like one of my story characters.

I decided since Erik had left early that I would try my best to get my laptop on.

I had become accustomed to the never-ending darkness except for the instances in which I saw Eric. He always appeared to me in the dark as a turquoise haze. Every day that haze grew a little brighter. And by now I could see objects and things in dim and imperceptible color and shapes. But Erik was always a beacon for me.

I tear slid down my face as I remembered why I had been running to begin with and how it was I ended up here. Until I slapped myself back to the reality.

"Bored, bored, bored. What to do what to do? Hmm…. here you are!"

I was rummaging around through my things when I found the small apple laptop. It was old but perfect for when I wanted to write or compose music. Not that I would be doing any of that any time soon.

Erik had tried to convince me multiple times to sing but each time all he got was daggers and a sour mope for the rest of the day. By now we each knew each other fairly well. But we weren't willing to share our pasts just yet. I still however didn't know if it was after or before Christine and knew it best not to ask.

I hadn't left the cave since I arrived and Erik didn't share much about the outside world.

I felt the edges of the laptop till I found the 'on' button and pressed it. I flipped open the top and set it on my bed. Hoping that my years of using it had helped me to memorize what keys to press when I couldn't use the mouse pad. Suddenly I remember I had to enter the password. Hoping that I didn't have to click on the link I just typed it in. Yes the faithful lappy played its sign in tune. A custom one to that of "Non shall pass" from one of my favorite flicks Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail.

Suddenly it started to blare music. After I found the volume button and turned it down I remembered I rarely exited out of the program when I shut it down so it had been left running.

"Yes its alive its aliiiive." I said impersonating Frankenstein.

ERIK'S POV

I had been secretly working on a gift for Christina since she arrived. And finally it was finished. In the few days she had been here I learned to put up with her many tantrums and ever changing moods. With it finished I didn't know how I was going to give it to her.

No matter how much I though I liked her I would never Love another after Christine. She was so different from her though, and I enjoyed our many quarrels. Though to say the least, many, was an understatement.

Over the days her eyesight had grown better, and she had informed me that she now surely saw a slight blur of color. Though it was not clear enough or as contrast to allow her to see on her own.

A thought came to mind just then. After so many days I still was oblivious as to why she was here to begin with. During her sleep after I sang to her I would always here her cry out. And always the same two names, Adry and Dare.

Just then I heard a loud noise and some lyrics as a male voice started to sing. Or try.

I want a normal life

Just like a newborn child

I am a lover hater

I am an Instigator

Just then I when running as fast as I could towards Chris, only to find when I got there a glow coming from the strange contraption she called 'lappy'. The one she had explained to me to hold data and give it when needed. She was jumping up and down like a mad woman while she plucked the strings of an imaginary guitar I could only imagine.

I found that the music wasn't much to my liking. More like ghastly stuff. When the song was over though it went into a softer song that I found myself rather enjoying.

Suddenly the girl jumped and whirled around. I had gotten used to the fact that she could always sense my presence. At first I thought that I had lost my gift of stealth only to find that it was her who had gained an advance sense of such things.

"What is that racket your listening to?"

At first she just stared at me then turned around and I noticed that the music began to fade.

"That is called music. I take it you didn't like the first song. My parents weren't to keen on the stuff either. But I love it anyways. Though I can tell you like this stuff. It's 'Existentialism on Prom Night'. One of my favorites, I always wanted to learn to play the piano to it."

I just shook my head as she stood their rocking back and forth to the feel of the music.

"Well I have something for you." I said holding out the gift

She looked at me like I was crazy until she reached out and felt around till she held the long bamboo cane in her hands. She had openly talked about her love for eastern cultures and I felt it appropriately fitting. Since many times she had insured me she came from Philippeno heritage and reveled in that. Though she also referred to herself as a 'Heinz 57', which meant she was also a plethora of other things. French and Scottishbeing one of them.

Her eyes grew wide as her delicate hands that were once again inside fingerless gloves felt the cane.

"Oh my god Erik you didn't!"

For the first time since I met her I saw her really smile. Her eyes lit up like fireworks and you could see al the pearls in her mouth while she laughed quietly to herself.

"Thank you Erik thank you." She said in an almost inaudible whisper.

For the first time since I met her I thought that she really was a rather beautiful young lady. And as I remembered Christine it pained me.

A sudden though came to mind. She could never love you.

"Am I mistaken Mlle. or did I actually see you smile." She looked ahead at what she thought was my eyes but was my nose instead.

"Consider yourself lucky on that one mmk."

I decided that since she was in good spirits I could maybe ask her to sing for me. I had heard her hum countless times when she thought I couldn't hear her. AndI found she had a rather pleasant voice.But each time I pushed her she would snap back to her temper quicker than a wolf would be to jump a sick deer.

"Do you think you could perhaps sing for me now that you are in good spirits." Oops.

"God Erik why did you gotta ruin a good moment like that huh? You're such an ass sometimes you know that. I don't sing anymore okay. So forget about it." With that she walked right passed me stalking out the door.

CHRIS' POV

I had just walked out of the room only to have a hand reach out and grab mine.

"I'm sorry Chris." Was all he said until I shoved him off and walked into the passageway to the right of my room.

So there it is. Yeah I know its short and depressing. Sorry. Please review. Trust me in the next chappie you'll find out why she is the way she is.