Yep here it is the 6th installment. enjoy and review. I'm so glad that some of you like it. My first try at a fan fic and I was afraid youd hate it

DISCLAIMER: I dont own POTO. Sorry wish I did. Cuz then I'd give it all to you. One character for you one for you. No back off I tell You Erik is mine!

CHRIS' POV

When I woke up I noticed that I was once again in bed though I remembered falling asleep on Erik's shoulder. And then I shot out of bed like a bullet from a gun. I fell asleep on Erik!

I just slammed back into the bed with a sigh and scolded myself before floating away from all consciousness. Once again I shot up out of bed remembering how I woke up with an arm around me and I could see. But before I could slam back into the bed a hand grabbed my shoulder and did it for me.

"Will you bloody well stay still for a few seconds! I thought you didn't get up till 2. And even then, you're the one who wanted me to sleep here." I heard the grumble as the arm closed tighter around my waist. When I looked down I once again saw what it was I had seen last night. My hand gripping Erik's.

The memories of last night's events came rushing back. And instead of feeling sad I felt relieved. Relieved that I had finally let out what had been building up for months… for a year.

I smiled and turned over to look into Erik's face for the first time. I suppressed a gasp knowing it would frighten him away. Instead of being scared of the mask less face that lay in front of me I was surprised. Because he looked so much like Darienne, Yet so different. His face and body were more sculpted and muscular where Dare had been a tall and scrawny guy with great agility. And then there was the disfigured side. But it only made him the more beautiful, especially with his hair a matted mess, covering his face.

"Erik, Erik wake up." I said shaking him "Erik I can see!" After that he shot out of bed and reached to grab his mask with a look of horror on his face, but I stopped him.

I just grabbed his hand, and with my other free hand I gently caressed the skin on the right side of his face. His eyes widened and I just smiled.

"I don't care." I whispered to him. For the first time since they had died I felt safe again. Truly safe.

I just cuddled up to him after that and dozed off in the safety of his arms. At first he was unsure but eventually wrapped his arms around me and started to hum the song that Dare had written for me.

When I woke up Erik was still asleep. So I quietly snuck out from under his arms and walked around.

Seeing things when you are blind is one thing, seeing them on a movie screen is another. But when you are really there the beauty of it all is a smack to the head with a hand buzzer. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTT!

I noticed that Erik had turned off my lappy for me. I was glad that I had told him how or the battery would have been dead.

I walked over to the organ and picked up the music I had slapped across the room. The memory of it all was as vivid as if I had actually seen it.

Looking around I saw that the place was a wreck. Like it hadn't been cleaned for months. The mirrors were smashed and music along with clothes where everywhere on the floor.

I still didn't know if it was pre or post Christine. For all I knew the mirrors had always been broken and he didn't bother to clean up till she came to visit. I still hadn't told Erik that I knew anything about her. Knowing that either way it was bad, because either I risked giving away the future or reminding him of the past.

But he did that to you? Came that lingering ever-present voice.

I don't care I'm not about to turn around and do it to him. I don't care how stubborn I am I wont. Still its quite obvious I'm in the movie version of Phantom of the Opera.

Looking around I decided that this place needed a little tidying up and I was bored enough to do it. So I dug through my things till I found my RCA LYRA MP3 player and started to clean up, while listening to the steady beats of Garbage, Breaking Benjamin, Linkin Park, and Three Days Grace. Along with a plethora of other artists including Andrew Lloyd Webber.

After about an hour I had the dirty clothes in one pile, the music sheets in another, and the shards of glass and any garbage in another.

It was close to 6 o'clock in the morning according to my watch so I decided to take a bath. I suppressed a smile at the happy thought of seeing my watch yet again.

I found that Erik had a tub in his bathroom and thanked god it had plumbing, and warm water.

SCORE!

ERIK'S POV

I woke up around 7o'clock to see I was alone. The first thing I thought was, Oh God she really was afraid of my face. She ran. But then I saw a note next to my head and read it.

Morning woke up early and cleaned house. Am taking a bath in your room so stay out. I'm starving by the way so why don't you get us something to eat.

I just laughed at the commanding tone the letter had to it. I started to wonder though. Had she really seen my face? Had she really seen it and laid there caressing it like it was the most beautiful thing she'd seen? Had I really seen that look in her eyes of sorrow and yet… what was that… wonder? No one had ever done that to me. Not even my own mother. But she had, and afterwards she only cuddled closer.

Last night she had never let go of my arm and when I left to let her sleep she hugged it even closer begging me to stay. I thought at first she'd never ask that if she knew who I really was. But she did.

Didn't she mention that there was a book based off me though? Came a nagging thought dragging me to reality.

What if she knew and only felt pity towards me. No I wont think like that I wont. She'll tell me all there is to know when she is ready.

An hour later she came out of my room wearing fresh clothes and her hair once again up on her head in a knotted mess of a ponytail. She had always called it her trademark 'dew'.

She smiled and sat down at the table. It was nice to see her really smile. Ever since we had met all she ever did was smirk. Sometimes you could see the ghost of a smile. But a frown or dagger eyes quickly replaced it.

"Remember the first meal we had together. Two days after we met when I finally ate something."

I smiled. "Yes, yes I think I do."

Flashback

When I had finally gotten up around 1 in the afternoon I felt starved. As I got up and shuffled around trying to find my way to the table to eat I heard a faint violin. Following the music to its source I saw the haze of Erik's Turquoise tint and walked towards it. I lightly tapped his shoulder only to feel a hand slap me to the ground. Caught off guard I was angry and very embarrassed.

"What the hell is your problem! Jesus you really have some nerve smacking down a blind girl like that." I could feel him blushing.

"Sorry Mlle. I am still not used to having company around."

"mmmhmmm" was all I said. I could see the turquoise haze in front of me now, so I figured he was holding his hand out to help me up. I went for it and missed. So he reached down and grabbed my hand for me. All he got was air and a quick slap on the wrist.

"Put that hand back where it was. If I'm gonna do this I'm gonna do it and get it right." I said the second time getting his hand as he helped me up.

I felt him start to lead me to the table when I shoved him away.

"I got it I got it." I said trying to find my way to the table.

I of all people didn't need help. I could find my own way to a bloody table. And surely enough after a bruise or two and a few exasperated sigh's from Erik. I reached the table.

"Told you I could do it. See, no problem" and without a second word I reached and grabbed some bread from the table and started to eat.

CHRIS' POV

Both of us just laughed when I reached and grabbed the bred and a glass of water not even waiting for him to pass it. I stopped looked at the bread and frowned.

"Erik do you think…well… do you think that… well I think I'm ready to sing today. It's what Dare and Adry would have liked. They always liked it when I sing. And I shouldn't not sing just cause they wont ever be able to hear me."

Suddenly Erik opened his mouth for I thought would be yes. But then he closed this. He repeated in this manner for a minute till he finally asked me.

"How long has it been since they died Christina? I know it's not my place but I'd like to know how long it's been. Since you haven't sung is what I meant.

I just looked down and frowned. "It's been a year. I'm 17 now. I was 16 then. It was their anniversary that day…well you know what I mean."

It felt weird to say it. One whole year. Wow! It felteven more weird to actually open up and talk to someone about it. I hadn't talked in so long. Hadn't sung or really talked to anyone in so very long. It felt nice to be able to talk.

"Lets do this thing then." I said with a clap of my hands when I rose from the table.

Yeah she is singing again. Well hope you guys review and like it. I love her attitude. GO CHRIS!