Authoress: Hello, lovelies! As promised, this chapter is out on Sunday for all of your fanfiction needs!

Christine: That was so cheesy of an intro, why did you make your readers suffer through that?

Authoress: HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE? Only Erik is supposed to be here!

Christine: You left the door open.

Erik: She speaks the truth. You forgot to close it once you came in.

Authoress: *Sigh* Note to self: ALWAYS close the door, lest unwanted characters wander through it.

Christine: Hey!

Authoress: No offense, Christine. But, now that you are here, might as well do the disclaimer.

Christine: Hmph. Authoress does not own any copyrighted material mentioned in this chapter, including Phantom of the Opera, which belongs to a man named Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Authoress: Thank you, Christine. That actually wasn't half as bad as your "Angel of Music" over here.

Erik: Excuse me? I made one mistake, the first time, and I get a bad reputation for it?

Authoress: Yes, and you will just have to deal with it. But look on the bright side: at least Raoul isn't here.

Erik: True, true.

Raoul: *Peaks head in the doorway* Did somebody say my name?

Erik and Authoress: *Groan* We spoke too soon.

Authoress: Anyway lovelies, enjoy the story while I try to stop an overflow of characters from coming into my writing room.

Erik POV

Her hand was surprisingly soft in his. As he led her through the darkness, he could feel her studying him. Was it the mask? Did she desire to rip it off and see what she thinks is beauty?

You've already brought her too close. What were you thinking, bringing her to Box Five? And she could have an eidetic memory for all you know, she could be mapping out the tunnels in her head. You don't even know what language she was speaking in!

Somehow she had switched from whatever her native language was, to perfect Parisian French as if she was a native Frenchwoman.

Yet another layer of mystery to a woman who appeared out of nowhere.

He had to get her to Madame Giry, who would certainly find a place for her to stay tonight. Then he would put his plan into action….

Amethyst POV

He led her through the darkness, and she knew he was using only his memory to take her to wherever he was taking her. She assumed that he was going to take her to his lair, but that would never work, with his plan to make Christine fall in love with him. But, that wouldn't mean she couldn't enjoy the contact while it lasted. SHe could almost imagine those hands running up and down her arms, her torso, her face...

Get a grip, Amy. He's never going to do that to you, no matter how mcuh you want it. You will just have to be satisfied with the little contact you have.

Erik POV

He led her through the walls until he stopped behind the mirror of Madame Giry's room.

"Very well, Mademoiselle," he started, "I shall make it so your stay is as convenient as possible." She smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Monsieur..?"

Names flashed through his mind, all of them either too extravagant or mysterious to give this young girl he had given his trust to.

"Erik. But only use my name to talk to Mame. Giry. Otherwise, when referring to me, call me the Phantom, or the Opera Ghost." She nodded, and understanding shone in her eyes, more than he would have liked.

No matter, he thought. She cannot possibly know more than you do. When a little voice in the back of his head told him otherwise, he just growled inwardly and felt it shrink away.

"Very well...Erik," she told him. "I am forever indebted to you. Should you need a favor, just ask."

"I will not hesitate to do so, and if you require my services again, just ask Madame Giry. Or rather, write a letter and leave it in Box Five." He opened the one-sided glass and helped her down, then climbed back up.

"Farewell, Monsieur. May God be with you." He tipped his hat in a return gesture, then closed the mirror. And, as he walked away, he thought he hear her singing:

"The Phantom of the Opera is here,

inside my mind."

Then, her singing faded out, and he arrived at Christine's dressing room just in time to see a suitor come through the door, and try to steal his Christine.

Amethyst POV

Sitting on her bed for the night, she still could not have believe what had happened to her. As she recapped the events of the night, she remembered how kind both of the people she had met today were. Even the famed Opera Ghost had trusted her for some reason, and she was going to find out why.

But not tonight. She could not disturb him and his plan with Christine. Tomorrow she would visit him. To drown his sorrows, and she would have a plan of her own.

As she tried to lay down, she realized her backpack was still on her back. She took it off, opened it, and rummaged through it until she found her phone.

Thank God! she thought. I would not be able to survive without my show tunes. She found the earbuds, plugged them it, set the alarm for 6:00 AM, put Le Mis on 5 loops, and found herself drifting to sleep.

And, that night, she found herself dreaming of angels. Specifically, the one who lives under an Opera House and sits in Box Five.

Authoress: There you go! Your first weekly update! *Turns to the characters* How was that?

Erik: It was very good, and I especially liked the part where she sang the theme song.

Christine: I agree!

Authoress: What did you think, Raoul?

Raoul: I wasn't even in it! How can you ask me to rate it if there was no portraying of moi (me)?

Authoress: Because you come later in the story. Also, your wife just what you said you could not do because she had no lines either! Jesus, woman!

Erik: *Chuckles* That was the best comeback I have witnessed.

Raoul: Excuse me? I'm not a woman!

Authoress: It was an accident, I just blurted it out!

Christine: *Started dying of laughter, fell off the chair, and is now rolling on the floor laughing.*

Raoul: Sure...

Authoress: *Turns to readers* So, before I get caught up in this, I just need to ask all readers to favorite, follow, review, and comment, because those are confidence boosters! Until next time, lovelies!