Hey guys! Well, I would like to inform everyone that I am currently gonna be posting this story on Archive of Our Own as well. Thanks to a certain writer/reviewer (WindGoddess Rune) who told me about the site. But I'm not gonna be able to post it today since I haven't gotta my profile up and running yet. It'll more than likely be up sometime tomorrow, I promise to be on the lookout for it on there too! :) ^.^

Ok, enough of me blabbering! Here's the next chapter to the story. Enjoy!

NEW: Here is the edited version of Chapter 4 for this story. There was a medium number of errors in this one. Not too bad though. :D Hope you enjoy! More chapters are being edited in the future.

Chapter 4 – Music of the Night

Ezra was speechless as he looked over at the man. He didn't know what to say. He had always wondered what it would be like to meet his angel, but now that he was literally in front of him, it was hard to not just stare and be silent. Half of him was saying that it was a dream, but by the way, the man touched him from before he knew it wasn't. Still, one question lingered in his mind:

"What's your name?" Ezra asked only to quickly cover his mouth with his hand. Embarrassment flushed over his face as he tried to look away from the man's enchanting gaze.

A chuckle was heard as Ezra looked up to see the man laughing over his childish behavior. With a smile, he said, "I go by many names, but I guess you could just call me Inquisitor."

The Inquisitor's voice sent chills down the raven's back. The teen shifted his feet slightly as he tried to control himself as he looked over at the man with wonder. There was more he wanted to know but just couldn't find the courage to ask it. Nervousness started to crawl at his skin as he watched the man walk over to him, his voice sending jolts of electricity through his body as he sang.

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses."

The Inquisitor held one of his hands out for Ezra to take. Hesitation came to the teen as he slowly took the hand and stood up. He stepped out of the boat as he let the man lead him deeper into his lair, showing him the things around him.

"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night."

Ezra couldn't help but gaze in awe at the place around him. He was starting to enjoy his surrounds more than the person before him. With a frown, the man turned Ezra's head back around so he was looking back at him. He even showed the teen a little model he built of the stage that showed a figure on it that looked an awful lot like Ezra.

"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams. Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar. And you'll live as you've never lived before."

Ezra closed his eyes as he let the man's soothing voice flow throughout his body. A gasp left his mouth when the man hit a high note that immediately sent shivers of joy down his spine. He slowly opened his eyes to only see that the Inquisitor was staring at him with glazed covered eyes. The sight was enough to make the teen blush as the man continued to lead Ezra throughout his home.

"Softly, deftly music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it secretly possess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind in this darkness that you know you cannot fight; the darkness of the music of the night. Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me."

By the last verse, Ezra could feel his face start to heat up. The touch of the man's hands falling ghostly around his face made him want to look away, but he couldn't. He jumped suddenly when he felt the Inquisitor's hands start to travel up and down his body. He couldn't help but gasp at the sudden jolts of pleasure that were sent throughout his body.

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, and savor each sensation."

The man was behind him as he whispered in his ear. He grabbed one of Ezra's hands and let the teen touch his face. He continued to torture the boy with his hands as he finally released him from his touch and started to lead him through the lair again.

"Let the dream begin. Let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write; the power of the music of the night."

The Inquisitor lifted back a drape of white curtains as he let Ezra look inside. With a smile, the teen looked inside but to only stare speechlessly at the sight he saw. A replica of himself as a mannequin was before him that was dressed in a wedding tuxedo. Ezra couldn't take it anymore as he finally just let his body collapse.

The Inquisitor quickly caught the fainted boy in his arms. He should've known to show him the mannequin would probably shake the teen's nerves even more. At least he knew what the man thought about him and what he wanted to be with him. He lifted the teen up in his arms as he started to make his way towards his bedroom. Carefully, he lowered the boy down onto the sheets as a smile lingered over his face.

"You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night." He whispered quietly as he let his hand move hesitantly over Ezra's cheek before leaving him to sleep.

The morning was quiet as the Opera House slowly started to come to life. Everyone inside slowly was starting to wake up from their peaceful dreams. Sabine was one of those people as she quickly changed out of her nightgown and into her normal dancing attire. She was on her way towards Ezra's dressing room since he wasn't in his bed this morning. The teen had just made it to the room to only find that it was locked.

Confusion stuck Sabine's mind as she pulled out a spare key from her pocket and started to unlock the door; thinking that Ezra probably locked it in case someone tried to walk in on him. Slowly, she opened the door as she peeked inside. The room was quiet and dark as some light came from the window. It seemed that no one has been inside the room since last night.

Sabine started to grow worried about her little brother. Where could he be? Surely he hadn't just vanished into thin air? The young girl walked inside the room to see that nothing looked out of the ordinary. She was just about to leave and tell her mother what had happened until she saw something.

A light flickered behind the tall standing mirror. It looked as if a secret passage was placed behind it. Curiously, Sabine walked over to the mirror and pulled it to the side as she saw that it lead to a secret passage underground the Opera House. She slowly walked into the cold watery room as she adventured forward.

Surely her mother wouldn't mind if she was late for practice. She had to find Ezra first anyway because without him then the dance would be a total disaster. Plus, she doubts that her mother would like it if she found out her son was missing.

The room was dark as the teen could see cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. Unlit torches were placed all around the walls as water dripped onto the slippery dark walls of stone. The sound of squeaking could be heard as Sabine saw mice and rats run along the floor. It was almost as if she was in a horror film and she was waiting for the killer to jump out at her and kill her on the spot. She was so caught up in her surroundings that she barely even noticed the hand that touched her shoulder.

Gasping, Sabine turned around to see a frowning Hera.

"Mom? W-what are you doing here?" Sabine asked.

Hera said nothing but grab her daughter's hand as she started to take her out of the room.

The sound of girls screaming and giggling could be heard inside the girl's dressing room. Agent Kallus, the Opera House's stagehand man, was chasing girls around the room as he pretended to act like the opera ghost. He knew girls were scared of anything scary and just made his job even easier to get closer to them.

"Like dried up clay is his skin. A great black hole served as the nose that never grew. You must be always on your guard, or he will catch you with his magical lasso!" He said as he took a rope and wrapped it around one of the girls as he pretended to bite at their neck.

Hera had just brought her daughter back from inside the room as she watched Kallus with disgust in her eyes. The man was nothing but a disgusting perv that wanted nothing from a girl but to be in her panties. She quickly walked over to the squealing girl in his arms as she separated the two immediately.

"Those who speak of what they know, find, too late, that prudent silence is wise. Agent Kallus, hold your tongue! Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!"

Hera slapped the man across the face as the girls around them gasped in shock. Feeling as if she had accomplished something, she left the room as the excitement from inside the room before was quickly turned over into nothing but uncomfortableness.

Ezra woke to the sound of music playing in a low rhythm. He was rather confused at first when he noticed his weird surroundings. Where was he? It looked as if he was underground and in someone's bed. He noticed he was still dressed in his clothes so that meant nothing had happened to him. The noise he heard earlier started to play again as he slowly got up and started to make his way throughout the room.

"I remember there was mist. Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake. There were candles all around and on the lake, there was a boat. And in the boat, there was a man."

The teen looked throughout the candlelit room as he followed the music that danced around in his head. It was suddenly interrupted though when Ezra looked to see a man playing the piano from across the room. His memory was starting to come back to him as he stared curiously at the masked man before him.

The sound of Ezra's voice must've flown over to the man's ears because he immediately stopped what he was doing as he looked back at him. Amber eyes met blue instantly as the world around them seemed to stop at a slow pace. Ezra couldn't help but smile slightly as he remembered that this man was his angel of music.

He didn't seem to look like the teen thought in his visions, but he was just happy to have finally met him. He slowly started to make his way towards him as his mind continued to wander back to the mask. Why did he wear it? As much as he hated it, he just had to pull it off. He wanted to know the man who hid under it. Even if he regrets it in the end.

"Who was that shape in the shadow? Who's that face in the mask?" He said to himself as he reached the man before him.

The Inquisitor let the boy touch his face as he melted into the touch. Without the man noticing, Ezra slowly pulled the mask off of his face. He couldn't get a good look though because he was immediately flown back onto the ground as the Inquisitor covered his face with his hands. A glare was thrown straight at him as the man started to curse out at him with a snarl.

"Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon, is this what you wanted to see?"

The Inquisitor shouted as he pulled down a drape that covered a mirror. Ezra was paralyzed with fear as he watched the man in horror start to knock over lamps and candles all around him.

"Curse you! You little liar! You little viper! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you… Curse you… Stranger than you dreamt it. Can you even dare to look, or bear to think of me? This loathsome gargoyle who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven. Secretly, secretly…oh, Ezra…"

Ezra gasped by the sound of his name. His eyes darted upward as he could see that the man was looking at him with sorrow.

"Fear can turn to love. You'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster of this repulsive carcass who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty. Secretly, secretly…oh, Ezra…"

Guilt surrounded Ezra as he looked down at the black mask in his hands. Maybe he shouldn't have pulled the mask off by his own free will. He should've just asked first before doing things on his own. He didn't know the man would flip out and yell at him like that over just because of his mask. The teen never got a good look at the Inquisitor's face but by his reaction, he could tell that the man didn't want anyone seeing it.

With a gulp, a slowly gave the mask back to the Inquisitor as he eagerly took it back from the teen's hands. Ezra didn't look up to meet the man's eyes until he knew that the mask was back on in order to show he was sorry.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder as he looked up to see that the man was looking down at him with a frown.

"Come, we must return. Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you."

I feel so bad for being so mean to Ezra like that, but that's how the story goes. Remember to review or PM me if you guys are enjoying this story as much as I am. There might be a little delay until I update the next chapter cause I'm starting to have writers. Yay...*bangs head on desk* Ugh...I hate getting stuck in my stories. -_-

Until next time!

Neow~ :3