Hey, I hope you like this chapter, I know the whole Beauty and the Beast thing is a little cliché but it was the only song I could think of.

Okay well i don't want to get sued so the song "beauty and the beast" is from walt disney and the song "she sings" is by Amy F. Bernon.

Oh and just so you know, I may have to turn this story writing thing into a weekend hobby, so sorry but school is ssssooo crazy, and then there's Choir and Voice lessons and horse back riding. my apologies review please:)

Chapter 5 "God Help the Outcasts"

Lizzie walked down the stairs and into the dining room. Her father was already sitting at the table, eating his breakfast. Her breakfast was sitting at her spot and Lizzie went to the chair to sit down.

"Good morning." Lizzie said to her father. He pulled his eyes away from the paper and said:

"Oh… Good Morning dear." Lizzie dipped her spoon in her porridge and brought it to her mouth.

"Lizzie dear, you never did tell me about last night." Raoul asked after a moments silence.

"Fredrick gave me an engagement ring." She lifted her hand so her father could see the gem. He nodded in approval. "Other than that there is nothing much to tell." They were silent again until Raoul said:

"Philippe wants to see me today, to go over the families' money."

"Oh. How long will you be gone?"

"I will not be home until late. You know how Philippe likes to drag a small subject out into many hours." Lizzie thought back to a time when she had started a discussion with her uncle about her doll Lucy. And how he'd managed to stretch the topic into an hour long conversation.

"That's fine. There is no rush." Her father smiled. "Papa, do you mind if I go into town today?"

"No, what for?" He asked putting his paper down.

"No reason I just don't want to sit in the house all day, alone."

"Alright that's fine but be back by nightfall." After his approval, Lizzie hurried to finish her breakfast then went to grab her dark purple clock. She said goodbye to her father then went out the door.

There was a carriage waiting outside and Lizzie got in with the help of the footmen, Adrian. As soon as the door was shut, the carriage started down the path. Her stomach did flip-flops, each time she thought about the Opera house. 'Your not excited about the Opera house, your excited about seeing Erik again' a little voice inside her head told her. 'No! I have a fiancée and Erik is only my teacher nothing more.' She argued. She looked out her window for the rest of the time, trying to keep her thoughts away from Erik, but she did not succeed.

The carriage pulled up to the double doors and stopped. Adrian helped her out of the couch. Lizzie walked up the stairs and into the Grand Opera. She smiled as she passed the golden statues as she made her way to box 5. She walked down the familiar hall, and into the box. She pushed on the same area she had before, and went down the passage it revealed. Even though she had only been down the passage twice, it was relatively easy to make her way in the darkness.

She got to the end of the corridor and then slipped between the mirrors. She had expected to see Erik sitting at the organ, but when she looked no one was the organ. Her face was a little puzzled but she continued into his home farther.

"Erik?" She called out. No answer. She called again, as she walked into a study type room. He was sitting at a desk writing down something.

"Erik?" He turned abruptly. At first his tone was harsh but it softened when he realized who it was. "Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine, let me finish writing this and I will be with you." Lizzie nodded. While she waited for him to finish she examined the room more closely. There were many pieces of artwork on the wall. Lizzie assumed he had done them, they were mostly sketches of ballerinas and the chorus people. Basically people you would never notice, ordinary people. Yet each of them were magnificent and beautiful in their own way.

Her gaze moved from the pictures to the rest of the room. There were a few statues with porcelain masks on them, just like the one Erik was wearing at that given moment.

"Alright," Erik said interrupting her thought. "Let's get started." Lizzie nodded and followed him to the organ. He sat down and she stood beside him. Erik grabbed the song they had started just a few days ago, and placed it on the stand. It was a simple song, but it was very beautiful.

"Start at the beginning."

"Okay." Erik played the intro and Lizzie began to sing:

"Tale as old as time

True as it can be

Barely even friends

Then somebody bends

Unexpectedly

Just a little change

Small to say the least

Both a little scared

Neither one prepared

Beauty and the Beast

Ever just the same

Ever a surprise

Ever as before

Ever just as sure

As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time

Tune as old as song

Bittersweet and strange

Finding you can change

Learning you were wrong

Certain as the sun

Rising in the east

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast"

By the time the song was over, Lizzie had moved her hand from her side to Erik's shoulder. He ended the song and she asked:

"Was it bad?"

"Not at all Lizzie" A grin spread across her face. "Lizzie?"

"Yes."

"The first night we met you said you knew everything about your mother and I."

"Yes. What about it?"

"What all do you know?" Lizzie's smile faded and she began:

"That you became her Angel of Music, and gave her lessons. She became very very good, and impressed Firmin and Andre enough that they let her star in the Opera Hannibal., when the previous Primma Donna quit. That night you took her through her mirror" Lizzie's face turned to a look of utter fantasy and longing. "And took her down here. She fainted and when she woke, you were at your organ. She took off your mask and you got mad at her, and through her to the ground." Erik looked to his feet, like he was ashamed of what he had done. "Well you took her back to her dressing room and sent the managers, Papa, Carlotta, and the ballet mistress letters, saying that you wanted my mother to star in the upcoming Opera. When they refused you killed Joseph Buquet. My mother and father rushed to the roof top and confessed there love for each other. Then after that you were not seen for over three months. Everyone thought you were gone, that is until you crashed the Masquerade Ball. You ordered that they should play your Opera Don Juan Triumphant. And that my mother needs to star in it. By this time everyone was afraid of you and they did as they were told. My father would not hear of this, and he followed you down a trap door. You were about to kill him before Madame Giry saved him. He begged her to tell him what she knew. She explained your past at the gypsy camp," Lizzie moved her eyes away from Erik " Well my mother went to the graveyard, to her father's grave. Little did she know that you were the one who had driven her to the graveyard. Well my Papa followed her there and the two of you battled in a sword fight. You cut his arm, but then he tried to kill you. My mother stopped him before he could though. Well then everyone was getting ready for the Don Juan Opera, you decide that you would be playing the role of Don Juan. You ended up killing Pangi and posing as him. Of course my mother knew who you were, but she continued to play the character of Amnita just the same. You ended up trapping her on the stage, and when she pulled off you mask in front of everyone, you took her--"

"That's enough Lizzie thank You." Erik interrupted.

"I'm sorry maybe I shouldn't have. . ."

"Quite alright, but I have another question for you."

"Go ahead." She said.

"I can only assume you know the full story," She nodded. "Then why after what I have done to your mother and father would you want to have anything to do with me?" She was silent for a moment, then she bent down to the floor so that she was lower than him on the piano bench.

"Because it was Love and lust that provoked all that madness, but you are a good man. But you have just been dealt a hard life."

"That may be what you say now, but you have not seen my face. You have not seen the distortion that earned me the name of Monster."

"Then show me and I will prove to you that I do not care, what ugliness lies behind the mask."

"Not yet. It is my repulsiveness that scared your mother away, and I don't want to lose your friendship after just a few days."

"I understand what you are saying Erik, but I am not my mother."

"Very Well. Since you know so much about my past, tell me about yours."

"There is not much to tell."

"Non sense, I'm sure you can think of something." Lizzie sat quite for a moment then spoke:

"Well… I was raised by my father so naturally he would choose my betrothed. His first pick was Daniel Edwards. He was a charming man and we fell in Love almost immediately. We were engaged but two weeks before the wedding…" Lizzie looked away from Erik's eyes and to her own feet.

"What happened?"

"I found him with another. A young heiress from Spain."

"Oh Lizzie I'm so sorry."

"I felt so foolish… Who knows how long he had tricked me for."

Maybe it was not meant to be. And no one can change fate, no matter how powerful" Lizzie gave him a half smile, and Erik changed the topic of discussion. "Would you like something to drink? You must be parched after all the singing."

"Yes some tea would be nice." He nodded then went through the study into a kitchen.

Lizzie moved her self from the bending position on the floor to the piano bench. She allowed her eyes to wander to the other music on the piano stand. The top said

She Sings… she scanned the notes and lyrics.

Far away in a far off land

lives a child who loves to sing.

She opens up her fragile heart

and her song it takes wing.

She sings La. .

He had the notes arranged in a sort of run, the notes were so haunting as Lizzie played the song out in her head. Before she got to see anymore, Erik came back with the tea. He handed her the cup, then sat down in a throne like chair merely a few feet away from her.

Hunchback of Notre Dame's

God Help The Outcasts

I don't know if you can hear me
Or if you're even there
I don't know if you would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see your face and wonder
Were you once an outcast too?

God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy they don't find on earth
God help my people
They look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will.

I ask for wealth
I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can possess
I ask for God and his angels to bless me

I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and down trod
I thought we all were
The children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God.