I am so sorry! I forgot to post the translations! I'll do those now! 1 Grazie! Siete signore troppo gentili! In English is "Thank you! You are too kind sir!" 2:Lo ama! Lo ama! È guite il signore!" in English is "He loves me! He is quite the gentleman!" 3: Rapidità dell'alberino!" in English is Post haste! 4: ballerini stupidi…seconda sedia!" in English is Stupid dancers!…Second chair!" 5: Ho rinunciato! In English is "I quit!" Most likely I got these backwards. I don't own anything…please read and review.

Chapter 2 Enchantment

The masked man lead Elizabeth down the stairwell. She watched him in a hypnotic manner. Her brown eyes were glossy and distant. The man looked back at her, one hand holding her's, the other holding a torch, illuminating the staircase. Elizabeth began to sing softly, to the man's encouragement.

In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me

And speaks my name

And do I dream again?

For now I find

The phantom of the opera is there

Inside my mind

The phantom glances back at her, dark eyes peering into her's. His are a swirl of emotions. Love, hate, jealousy, and rage dwell inside them. His eyes narrow in envy when she turns to look back. Elizabeth belongs to him and only him. His hypnotic voices lures her back.

Sing once again with me

Our strange duet

My power over you

Grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me

To glance behind

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside your mind

The Phantom places the torch on a wall as they approach a black horse. The horse is solid black and muscular with a rippling black mane amazingly long. The long forelock hides the horses soft cocoa eyes and his thick tail swishes and he pawed the ground anxciously as they approached. The Phantom helped Elizabeth into the black saddle. He led the horse and rider further into the laberinth of tunnels.

Those who have seen your face

Draw back in fear

I am the mask you wear

It's me they hear

The two began singing together, their voices echoing against the cold stone walls as Elizabeth was led on horseback.

My/Your spirit and your/my mind In one combined The phantom of the opera is there Inside your/my mind

Elizabeth dismounted and the Opera Ghost sat her in a long boat on a murky lake. Fog rolled in on top of the water. It rippled as the the man pushed it away from the docks. Part of Elizabeth screamed at her for leaving the room and for leaving Will. The other part of her, the much larger and more heard part of her kept saying to go with the man, the Phantom, the Angel of Music. She felt she should trust him, that she could trust him.

In all your fantasies you always knew That man and mystery Were both in you And in this laberinth Where light is blind The phantom of the opera is there Inside your/my mind

The man spoke softly to her, encouraging Elizabeth to sing when she stopped. There was a nagging sense something was wrong. Something horribly wrong. She began to hum loudly.

Will raced down the halls in search of Tia. She had to have a key to get into the dressingroom. He wasn't going to let anything happen to Elizabeth. No, not today or anyother day. His feet thudded against the floor and made a wide turn and skidded to a stop. Will turned in a complete circle panting. Where was that blasted woman when you needed her?

"Madame Tia?" Will spotted her. She turned to him, a grin on her face.

"Ah, William Turna. What has ye all flustered up and worried?" she inquired. Will regained his breath and his voice shook with worry.

"Elizabeth's missing. I left her for two minutes and came back to find her door locked and some man singing with her. I tried everything to get her to open the door. I banged on it and shook the handle so loudly. Nothing I did got her attention." Tia's smile fell. She stared at Will.

"Hurry." She said no more as they ran to the dressingroom. Anamaria had seen them and wanted to come along. Tia told her she needed to stay and keep people calm if something happened. Anamaria glared at her aunt and crossed her arms. Her anger was then aimed at Jack Sparrow who was meerly passing by. With a shout about owing her money, the flighty man bolted with her hot on his heels.

Tia unlocked the door and thrust the door open. She rushed inside and inspected every nook and cranny. The mirror was back in place and placed no oddities.

"Mister Turner, I suggest you go home and sleep. Elizabeth, she will be fine." Tia glanced back around the room before shutting the door. Will wanted to protest and demand what she knew, but he kept quiet.

"Of coarse, but can you answer one question for me Madame Tia?" Will inquired, standing firmly. He didn't plan on moving until she gave him a strait answer. His dark brown eyes were filled with worry over Elizabeth. Tia sighed as she looked into those eyes.

"It depends on what question you want answered, Mister Turna. I can't answer all questions you know." Tia smiled at him, trying to lighten his dark and brooding mood. "So tell me what question is on your mind before I grow bored with waiting!"

Will suddenly looked down and squeezed his eyes shut. His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. Tia raised an eyebrow and shook her head. Kids nowadays, they have questions and expect answers but don't have the courage to ask them at all.

"I'll be leaving now if you don't have one. Good night." Tia turned to leave.

"Wait! Madame Tia, please! Let me know this. Who would take her?" Will wanted the answer badly. Tia shook her head.

"He you loves music but cannot enjoy it with others." Tia said simply and left, leaving Will alone, dumbfound.

"Sing my angel of music!" The phantom encouraged Elizabeth.

He's there the Phantom of the Opera

Elizabeth held out vocalizations. The phantom telling her to sing for him.

"Sing my angel! Sing my angel of music!" The man said to her. "Sing for me! Sing my angel!" Elizabeth went up to a high and loud note holding it longer than all the others. "Sing for me!" The phantom demanded as they reached their destination. The phantom stepped out of the boat, and turned to her. He held out his hand to help Elizabeth up. He began to sing to her in his charming voice.

I have brought you

To the seat of sweet music's throne

To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music

Music

The man waved his hand to Elizabeth, dark eyes constantly watching her with interest.

You have come here

For one purpose and one alone

Since the moment I first heard you sing

I have needed you with me

To serve me, to sing

For my music

My music

Elizabeth followed him as he led her around his home. Dark and mysterious, candles as its only source of light. A single bed adorned by red silk comforter sat in the middle. An organ made of dark oak with blank sheets of music scattered around it sat in its own space. Ivory and ebony keys were highly polished and glistened under the candlelight. Pieces of parchment held composed music, none she has ever heard of. The man had a smile upon his masked face. It was charming and sweet, but wild and cruel.

"Wh-who are you." Elizabeth broke from the spell long enough to ask. The man's smile disappeared quickly and he stepped away from her.

"I am the Angel of music, the Phantom of the Opera, the Opera Ghost. My given name is unimportant." The man stated. He turned back to her and held her chin so she could look at him. "If you must know, it is Davy Jones."

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon all defenses

His voice, it sent chills down her spine. Elizabeth shivered involuntarily, the thin robe she wore over the plain pale pink underdress couldn't keep out the cold. His touch too sent shivers and she felt goosebumps rise on her arms.

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splender

Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender

Turn your face away from the garnish light of day

Turn your thoughts away from the cold unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night.

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

Elizabeth let him saranade her in the cold home. She felt any power in her leave as he sang in sweet but dark melodies. Her eyes never left his. The mossy green and brown eyes of Davy Jones held hatred for the world above and love and adoration for Elizabeth. They held a love for music and darkness and hate for light. The phantom lead her to a velvet blood red curtain.

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

Through a strange new world!

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before!

Let your soul take you where you want to be!

Only then can you belong to me

Elizabeth was curious. Why did he want to show her this? It was just a curtain. Of elegant craft but still it was just a curtain. Red velvet and gold fringe a the top. A soft gold rope made of the same material as the fringe was off to the side. Davy gripped the rope and gave it a tug. The curtain parted, reveiling another room, darkened. A candle illuminated the room, causing surprise.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication

Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation

Let the dream begin! Let your darker side give in!

To the power of the music of the night!

Elizebeth came face to face with a mannequin. She gasped in surprise. The likeness was uncanny. The mannequin wore a gown. A wedding gown gold in color, the bodice covered in lace. The sleeves went to the elbows and long ruffles added to their length. The veil was long and made of pure white lace. A crown of satin flowers is sitting on top of the mannequin's head. Elizabeth paled in shock. The room began to spin around her and she felt dizzy. Her knees buckled and she tumbled backwards, collapsing on the ground in a faint.

Davy stood above her. He shook his head. He put this upon her too soon. It was too late to return her to the surface. That ignorant fool of a boy would most likely be waiting. He kneeled next to her passed out form and lifted her up. He gingerly carried her over to the bed and set her on it, singing in her ear so softly.

You alone can make my song take flight

Help me make the music of the night

Elizabeth awoke startled. She was on the soft ground, no not the ground. A bed. She sat up quickly, and she looked at her surroundings. What happened? Where was she? Elizabeth stood when she remembered the events of last night. She heard the sound of an organ. Entranced by the music, so sad and dark. Elizabeth reliezed it was Davy Jones.

Davy Jones poured his entire being into his work. She had cried his name in her sleep. That insolent boy's name! The only thing that came out of it for him was his composing. He had heard Elizabeth step out of bed and walk towards him. How he wanted to shout at her, scream in her face, but that would get him nowhere. No, love and compassion would get further than anger. Davy continued to play his organ, continued his work.

Elizabeth approached the masked man cautiously but curiously. Brown eyes, wide with wonder as she stepped closer to this mysterious person. Questions whirled through her mind at lightspeed. Too many to count and she could only focus on a few of them. Why did he wear that mask? Why was he so reclusive from everyone? She sung softly as she stepped over to him.

I remember there was mist

Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake

There were candles all around

And on the lake a boat,

And in the boat there was a man

The phantom turned to look at her, eyes looking into her's. Elizabeth placed her hands on the sides of his face, mind only focused on the mask's removal. Davy Jones, unaware of her intentions sat quietly staring at her, his face impassive.

Who was that shape in the shadows?

Whose is the face in the mask?

Elizabeth's eyes widened as she tore the white mask from his face and she screamed in shock.

His face, how horrible to look at! He had no nose, just two thin slits in his face. Eyes, those mossy green eyes, were sunken back into his head. The nose on his mask was fake! His skin was a sickening green, the color of rotting flesh, but it was moist and slimey to the touch. The green flesh went down to where the bottom of his nose should be and met with the pink flesh. It faded from the rotting green to yellow and then pink. He had no whites to his eyes and brownish-green bags were under them. Circles were around his eyes. His eyebrows, he had none, but it bulged a bit where they were supposed to be.

Darn you!

You little prying Pandora!

You little demon!

Is this what you wanted to see?

Curse you!

You little lying Delilah!

You little viper!

Now you can never be free!

Davy Jones roared at her, causing Elizabeth to stumble back in surprise. She staggered away from him and began to run, he hot on her heels.

Darn you…

Curse you…

The phantom gripped her shoulders and spun her around, snarling in her face. He gave her a shake and let go of her. Davy shook his head sadly, inhaling deeply and turned away from her in shame. Elizabeth stood, visibly shaken by the frightening events that had unfolded.

"All I want is for you to love me for me! Not care about my face! Look at me! Look at me!" He challenged. Elizabeth stare at the stone ground, slowly she picked up her head, and stared directly into his face. Tears glisten at the corners of her eyes. Davy Jones had begun to sob uncontrollably. Elizabeth felt warm, salty tears stream down her pale face.

"I'm sorry." She handed over the mask.

Stranger than you dreamt it

Can you dare to look

Or bare to think of me:

This loathsome gargoyle who burns in heck

But secretly yearns for heaven

Secretly…secretly

Elizabeth sunk to the floor, sobbing. Her hands covering her face. Davy Jones stared at her, tears pouring down his face as well. He took a deep breath, abruptly standing. He muttered something softly. Elizabeth casted a glance towards him, her captore. The man she would be trapped with for the rest of her days.

Come, we must return!

Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you

Elizabeth stared at him in shock, wasn't he going to keep her here? She stood shakily, hands clasped together on her chest. She followed the masked man out of the room and back to freedom and Will…