A/N: So, it's longer this time, at request by you all... I would also like to thank you all for the reveiws, they really are an insperation. . You allarwe my muses.

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It was a marvelous thing, that lake. It could have been the 8th wonder fo the world, if man had only known about it. I bent down and looked into the black inky waters. I couldn't see a thing, I'm sure that was partly due to the darkness I was currently in. The only light came from my swiftly dying candle and a rather strange lantern attached to the boat. It was rather strange too. At the time it was. My perspective of strange has changed since then. Well, I must tell you, I sat there a good ten minutes, contemplating whether to take that boat across the lake to find the Opera Ghost, whom I'm sure was there, or turn about and forget the whole mess.

I was about to choose the latter, but then it began. The music, which I would continue to hear for quite a time after, began. It wrapped itself around me and drove my senses to a lusty rampage. I leaned up against a wall and began to feel myself. Oh the sound! It was from heaven, I was sure of it! But then it stopped. The music cut itself off and in the distance, I could hear the sound of things being thrown. My inquisitive nature took over again, an I climbed into that boat.

Rowing was quite the chore. I didn't have the slightest idea of how to work the damned thing, so it took me near a hour to row across. Now, I must tell you, Erik is never as careless as he was the day I choose to intrude on his privacy. Any other day I would have been lassoed before I could step into the boat! But that day, it was a different story. As I passed under the gate, I was shocked at the beauty I beheld. So shocked in fact, that I fell forward when the boat knocked the shore.

I climbed out clumsily, my sure dancers feet being replaced with the village idiots. I was so afraid to touch anything. I felt as if my unworthy hands shouldn't even brush against the dirt in this heavenly place. The velvet hangings, golden candelabra, and the large shining pipe organ which twisted itself up the walls like vines was all too much for me. I let my knees give way, and my body fell to the floor. I sat there, letting time tick by with no thought at all. Then I remembered why I had risked life and limb to get here.

Steadily rising off the ground, I quietly began to look around. Then I noticed the stairs, leading up to a room. I crept up to the door, leaning in slowly. There he was. I had never seen him, but I knew. He was leaning over a piece of paper, furiously scribbling things down in red ink. He slipped the paper into a envelope, sealing it in red wax with a skull. He didn't notice me, which isn't so shocking to me now as it was then. The Opera Ghost snatched his cloak off the bed and dashed passed me, muttering " How dare they defy me!" in an angry tone. Oh, but that voice! I was sure it was from heaven.

He was just about to get into the boat when he stopped, turning with an eerie stillness to look at me. " I-I-I" I stuttered , trying to blend into the wall. He bolted up to me and had my neck in his gloved hand in a manner of seconds. Oddly, it was only then that I had noticed the mask." Who are you?" He demanded in icy tones. "C-C-Christine-D-Daae.." I gasped, trying to pry his hands from my neck. I feared his iron grip would snap it like a chickens. " What are you doing here? How did you find this place?" His yellow cat eyes blazed, and my head began to spin. " To- find- you" I said, before passing out in his skeletal hand.

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Bella DeMuerte