You can't believe how easy it is to just download chapter, edit chapter, preveiw chapter, THEN add it to the story! (and it also helps that i have been writting this for a long time, 22 chapters!)

heck, i haven't even tried to change the story! (ok yes i have)

so i lied, sue me.

cough cough anyways, enjoy chapter 6, reviews not nessessary BUT are extremely helpful

# Part Six:

Lark stared at the man who stood unmoving by the piano. He had taken the music she had been looking at and now he just stood frozen to the spot staring back at her, gold eyes glittering behind a full-faced white mask. The only thought that echoed in her brain was, 'How did he get in?' She was curious, and for some strange reason, not frightened by this dark figure who had unexpectedly showed up in her room. It felt like hours that they stared at each other but in reality, it was merely a few moments before Lark opened her mouth then a knock at the door made her look up. "Lark?" a voice, Meg. Lark turned back to the man but gave a small cry of surprise; he had gone without her knowing. Quickly untangling herself from the sheets, Lark crossed the room and opened the door; letting Meg bustle in with her dinner and yet another douse of tonic.

"I couldn't find any other books for you," said Meg as she set down the tray at the desk, "my you're a fast reader!" Lark only nodded and looked around the room, searching for a place he could've hidden. Meg bustled around chatting absentmindedly about the new opera that was going to be played tomorrow night and the new blizzard that had just struck Paris. "You might even have to stay an extra night until it blows over, hopefully we'll still have a full house for the opera!" The girl just smiled and nodded while she checked the room's dressing area, though truthfully she didn't know what she'd do if she actually found the masked man.

Meg had stopped talking to look at Lark search around the room with a puzzled look on her face. "What are you looking for?" she asked questioningly as Lark stopped checking behind the piano. "Oh…nothing." Lark replied and quickly changed the subject. 'Why worry them?' she thought, 'he could've been just my imagination.' Lark seriously doubted this. After awhile she began to tire again and said a weary goodnight to Meg who left cheerfully saying over her shoulder, "If you're not too tired, you should see the opera tomorrow night from backstage! I don't think anyone would mind if you stayed out of people's way."

Lark brightened at the idea, she'd never seen an opera in her lifetime yet; it could be fun and she'd get a chance to leave her room for once. Closing the door, she got that chill that she was being watched and she did another check around the room before blowing out the candles and snuggling in the sheets. "Surely he couldn't have been real," she told herself, "how could anyone get in here unless using the door?" Feeling not a bit convinced, Lark's eyes feel on the piano where the sheets of music had disappeared from their stand; she knew she had not imagined the masked man. Lark closed her eyes and slept her last gaze on the piano.

Erik was trembling slightly though he couldn't tell or notice. He stared out from behind the safety of the mirror. 'Idiot!' his mind was yelling at him. 'Idiot! The girl saw you!!' Indeed Lark had seen him; Erik didn't doubt that for even a minute. While the girl was distracted with the door he had been able to duck in into the open mirror door and close it securely before she noticed he had left. Watching her through the glass, breathing heavily, Erik saw that she had looked around the room carefully.

He stiffened as she talked to Meg, would she tell her about seeing him? No, she had said nothing about him, Erik felt relieved but he had to wonder…why? Why didn't she say anything about their brief meeting? Erik knew plenty of dancer girls shrieking and making fools of themselves as they told everyone that they had seen the Opera Ghost. But this girl, she didn't say a thing, even though he could tell she had wanted to say something about him. Did she think that she didn't see him?

'Yes, that must be it,' he told himself as Lark said goodbye to Meg and fallen back asleep. He didn't believe himself though. And he could only think of how she had looked at him, not with fear as he had expected but with puzzlement and curiosity. Erik shook his head and headed back to the lair; he refused to think any more about it.

Updated. XD