This chapter is being post around Christmas so it has a slight Christmas theme.

Elly: Welcome my dear readers to my seconded chapter. I'm sorry it's taken so long to up date but I had writers block for about two weeks. But anyways to the reviews but first my co-hosts Erik and Sophie!

Erik: Good day.

Sophie: Hello. We're here to help with the reviews and to annoy Erik.

Erik: Very funny. Its bad a nuff I have to deal with the two of you. Lets just get this over with.

Sophie: Be nice. Okay now to the first review, right El?

Elly: Right! Lets go.

.xX.Bex.X.x: I'm glad you seem exited. And don't worry her illness will be explained; I'm hoping it will not disappoint you.

Sophie: Since you were my first reviewer you get a, as a special gift, Rebecca and Ally plushies.

AngelofMusic8578: Thank you so much! I really didn't think I had a style.

Erik: She's joking right?

Sophie: Shut up. You may know music but nothing of first stories. Angel you get a Fantine and Erik plushies.

Erik: Know a nuff and I-

Lonely Phantom of Darkness: I'm glad you are getting ideas about my story. I welcome reviewers' theories so if you like you can tell me your ideas. You get a Santa Erik plushy.

Elly: I have a few things to say; first the Erik in the story is from the movie because I like the mask. Second, you can flame me but please don't be mean or rude. Thirdly, I welcome ideas and theories. And now chapter two!

Chapter 2: Heaven's Beauty and Hell's Questions

Four weeks past and Erik was pleased the constructions were moving quickly and smoothly, he didn't even have any trouble with the young woman, who had moved into the opera house two weeks after he had first seen her. Well maybe a little trouble, the problem was that she had chosen Christine's old room in which to live. Of course he didn't voice these feelings like he normally would have, he knew that if he let himself be know now they could easily leave but if he waited till they had completed the renovations they would ether stay and give into his demands or sell it to someone who might.

But for now he wanted answers to his questions. Which he soon learned was not very easy. And that he would have to be very careful, she seemed to be aware of things around her that no one else notated. He was almost cot once; he had been looking through the mirror when it happened. She had been breathing hard and had walked over to the mirror and braced herself by placing a hand on either side of the frame. This had been his first chance to get a good look at her; her hair was long, about down to her waste, and light brown and became a wavy curl of the end. When she lifted her face to look into the mirror, her eyes surprised him, and open her eyes they were first red then faded to a lilac purple the finally to a burst of brown around the pupil surrounded by a burst of dark blue all circled by a ring of dark blue green.

She began to shake slightly till she almost lost her balance; her accidentally slapped her hand against the mirror to steady herself, which caused an echo down the passage. When she heard this stared at the mirror for a moment the moved to search the edge of the mirror for the opening and might of caught Erik if Andre and Frimin hadn't burst into the room. Erik took this chance to slip away; he could watch her another time.

Erik found himself becoming interested in her over the weeks that followed; he was fond of her preferred solitude. She spoke little to anyone and spent most of her time during the day asleep in her room, and always went out in the evenings after dark. He never fallowed her out of the opera house because she always came back within two hours and then she became very active, except for to night. She was late, two hours late. He was just about to decide wether or not to go out and look for her when she burst through one of the backstage doors and ran straight toward her room.

This could be interesting, he thought to himself when he arrived behind the mirror in her room before she entered. I have only seen her calm and composed. I wonder what could have her acting like this. He wasn't expecting what he saw, and yet it only made her more intriguing.

She entered the room and locked the door, leaving red handprints on it, in one hurriedly movement but remained calm. The first thing he noticed was the red that covered her arms from her elbows down and the dark spots on her dress. She walked over to the basin and began to wash the red from her arms. She smiled, "And who would have thought the old man would have so much blood in him." There was then a knock at her door, "Enter."

Andre and Firmin walked in, "Good evening Madame," said Andre.

"Andre must I remind you that I'm not a Madame," she said in a stern voice.

"Please, Mademoiselle. Everything is ready for tomorrow night. And I think everything will go fine, if the ghost bides it," said Firmin.

"I don't want to hear about the ghost. If there was a ghost I'm sure he would have shone himself to me by now."

"Oh, I'm sure after tomorrow night he will make himself know to you," said Andre. And they left her the ghost of the opera house.

"I was hoping he would visit me tonight. I guess I have wait longer to see the phantom that little Daae told me about." She walked be hind a screen and emerged ready for bed. She looked towards the mirror, "Goodnight Monsieur Phantom."

The next evening all the old workers from the opera house had return. Erik was sitting in box five where no one could see him; he smiled when he noticed that most of them kept glancing over their shoulders. Andre and Firmin were trying to get the crowd's attention, "Ladies and gentleman please!" The crowd became quiet and listened. "We would like to thank you for returning to work for us and we would like to assure you if the phantom returns we will take him serious. And to inform you of several changes: first, Carlotta will not be returning as the diva," there was a collective cheer, "second, we now have another. We are please to introduce Mademoiselle Sophie Lesauvage." The woman entered onto the stage where every one was gathered. "Mademoiselle Lesauvage will be living in the Opera House, so if there is any problems when Andre and I are not here you can go to her. The repairs should be completed by the end of the month, so we can start rehearsals shortly after that. That seems to be everything so please enjoy your evening and get acquainted with Mademoiselle Lesauvage."

So her name is Sophie, Erik thought to himself. She was talking to Madame Giry and she looked up at box five, then handed something to Madame Giry and began to speck with other people. Now what is the up to, he wondered. But it's best not to linger here in case she wishes to explore my box, he thought. As he walk through the underground passages he out loud, "So I have a new manger? And a manger graced with heaven's beauty no less. I can tell she will be a handful." When he entered his lair he heard a small bell ringing, which let him know that he had received a letter.

It was two letters tide together by a blue ribbon. The first was from Madame Giry saying that the lady manger had asked her to deliver a letter to him, and warning him to watch out for the new manger. The other letter was in an envelope and was addressed to opera ghost. It read:

Monsieur Phantom,

This note is in reference to your "employment" at the opera house, your slavery seems a bit much for your apparent lack of work or the show of your work. I request your appearance in a meeting for your work and payment. Please make note that if you do not attend the mod will be the least of your worries. The meeting will take please next Wednesday evening in my office. I would rather not take this dilemma into my own hands.

Your Faithful Manger,

Sophie

Elly: Well what do you two think?

Sophie: It was nice. At least they know what my name is now. And Erik try to be nice.

Erik: (Who was been drinking vodka.) What a nice story.

Elly: We have a special gift for our readers to day. It's a parody song of Grandma got run over by a reindeer that we are going to sing for you so enjoy and review! And when a say gay I mean the happy gay!

Carlotta got run over by a Reindeer Carlotta got run over by a reindeer

Walking home from the Opera House Christmas Eve.

You can say there's no such thing as Santa,

But as for me and Erik, we believe.

She's been drinking too much wine,

And we lied and begged her not to go.

But she'd left her little poodle,

So she stumbled out the door into the snow.

When they found her Christmas morning,

At the scene of the attack.

There were hoof prints on her forehead,

And incrimination /Claus marks on her back.

Carlotta got run over by a reindeer

Walking home from the Opera House Christmas Eve.

You can say there's no such thing as Santa,

But as for me and Erik, we believe.

Now we're all so proud of Panji,

He's been taking this so well.

See him in there wacthin' the ballet,

Drikin' Aspen and plying cards with little Meg.

It's a nice Christmas without Carlotta.

All of us are dressed so gay,

And we just can't help but wonder,

Should we open up her gifts or send them back? Carlotta got run over by a reindeer

Walking home from the Opera House Christmas Eve.

You can say there's no such thing as Santa,

But as for me and Erik, we believe.

Now the goose is on the table,

And the pudding made of fig.

And the red and orange candles,

That would just have matched her insides.

I've warned all my friends and neighbors,

"Better watch out for yourselves."

They should never give a license,

To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

Carlotta got run over by a reindeer

Walking home from the Opera House Christmas Eve.

You can say there's no such thing as Santa,

But as for me and Erik, we believe.

Elly: Merry Christmas everybody!