sorry it took so long to update, I had finals for summer classes and I've been busy. I also had to rewrite this entire chapter because my computer deleted it. sigh I will try to have more writen soon :D

Chapter 7

One minute they were slowing approaching the little house under the opera house, as time moved slightly faster around them, the next they were in a cemetery. In front of them was a rather big tomb with the name "Daae."

"Her father's grave." Rebekah mumbled, not meaning to say it out loud.

Julian looked at her, and gave a reassuring smile. "Yes, her father's grave. Your Father's grave. This is the last time you were able to see it, I believe."

"What do you mean the last time? She could have seen it again after she left…." Rebekah looked at her feet now instead of him, "..After she left you, she could have seen the grave once more before whatever happened to her. Couldn't she?"

Julian's face showed no emotion. "The only grave Christine Daae visited after leaving me behind was her own makeshift grave beneath the Opera. Right under my nose and I couldn't save her."

Rebekah felt increasingly uncomfortable. She watched as Christine arrived and knelt down at the foot of the tomb to pray. She felt as though she was intruding on someone's privacy. Then she remembered that in this dream she was only seeing herself as the character she played in real life. If this wasn't proof enough that she needed to take a few sick days off from the performance, she didn't know what was.

"You aren't dreaming." A voice startled her. Julian was staring into her eyes, their gaze locked instantly and she thought she would never be able to break free of it. His eyes, she wasn't sure she had noticed it before, were fathomless, vivid, blue pits that held countless years of knowledge, tragedy, and betrayal. They were sinister, they were scary even, but they were the most beautiful and unforgettable eyes she had ever seen. And even though she braced herself every time he glanced her way, she was never prepared to gaze into them. She was nothing but a fly caught in a venus fly trap; the eyes beckoning her to him, and if she were to let her guard down she would be his prey. She thought about what had happened in her own kitchen and trembled. She watched his lip kind of play at a smirk, as though he knew what she was thinking about, before continuing with, "It may seem dream like, with the snow that you can't feel the cold from, and with the watching without any way to be seen, heard, or felt..., but this is necessary. We need to find out as much as possible to figure out who killed you, so it doesn't happen again."

"Are we going to go through he second time as well?"

He grimaced. "I would rather not, I was beyond cruelty then. I was so determined that I took selfishness to a whole new level."

Rebekah started to ask about Erik's selfishness, but out of nowhere a violin started playing, coming from within the Daae tomb. It was the most beautiful music she had ever heard. It made her want to smile, cry, and even sing.

Julian glanced at her and began to stroll around the cemetery. Rebekah followed. "So if you can repeat these memories like this, why couldn't you do this yourself? Why do you need me?"

Julian turned around and looked at her as though he didn't understand her. "What was that?"

Rebekah looked around as well. She saw that Raoul, the Vicomte, had arrived and was hopelessly trying to persuade Christine to leave with him. Julian noticed to and said, "Don't worry about him yet. He isn't important right now. There is someone else in this cemetery."

Rebekah wanted to smart off and say "Yeah, us" but she didn't. She did, however, get her first close look at Raoul who was the splitting image of Ryan, only with a ponytail tied with a little bow. She suppressed a giggle.

Then Julian took off in a run, he was so graceful that she almost stayed put to watch him, she almost didn't think to follow him. He stopped suddenly and she plowed into him. Rebekah fell flat on her ass in the snow. He turned around, he almost looked annoyed, and helped her up. She had noticed he had pretty rapid mood swings and was getting frustrated by it, but she figured the dream would end sooner if she cooperated.

She leaned on a tombstone to catch her breath and then she saw why he had come to a stop. Footprints in the snow. In the distance she could see a figure moving towards a carriage. Without waiting for Julian, she started running towards it, she didn't have time to solve mysteries in her sleep all day, she needed to solve the dream so she could wake up. Julian would go away, which she almost regretted, but then Ryan and her could continue their relationship in peace, and no more nightmares.

Nightmares. She cringed. She hadn't told him about the nightmares. Blood, a woman laughing, weird symbols, people screaming…. It didn't seem connected, did it?

She was almost to the carriage when it started to pull off. She caught a glimpse of the person in the carriage window. It was a woman with curly black hair. The woman who haunted her nightmares that couldn't possibly be connected.

Julian was now at her side. "Recognize her?"

Rebekah shuddered. "She…I have this reoccurring nightmare, that woman is always in it."

Julian's face remained serious, and softened only so slightly to show recognition. "Of course she is. It is your subconscious trying to warn you from the cycle that has been repeating itself. The woman in that carriage, who is in your nightmare, has got to be part of what ever happened to you…to Christine. That woman is none other than La Carlotta."