Me: ...because Erik is in such a fowl mood at the moment I couldn't really imagine him being anything else but hostile...so it's kind of rubbed off on this next chappie.
Erik: I am NOT hostile! (slams hand on table)
Me: (coughs) well...in simple terms...yes...yes, you are.
Erik: NO I'm not! I've never hit you or anything!
Me: Not me you idiot! I'm more concerned about what you've been doing to my poor table! (table creaks)
Erik: Oh, it's always the flipping table! Table this, table that...blah blah blah!
Me: Hey! This table cost a lot! Anyway, you would be the same if I started playing your stupid organ.
Erik: I thought you got that table from Ikea? Of course, that must have been really expensive.
Me: Sarcasm really doesn't suit you, Erik.
Erik: Ugh! (stalks off, kicking the wall in the process)
Me: See what I mean?

"Who are you?" The figure now stood right in front of her, torch in one hand and towered over her menacingly, although she could still not see his face. Now that the person was so close she knew it was a man. He looked like a man of considerable height and strength from his commanding, authoritive posture. He wore a long black cape and the hood was put up and cast a shadow over his face, and therefore she could tell nothing more of this mysterious man. Although she could not see them, she could feel his eyes closely and intently scrutinise her. This made her ever more uncomfortable and she tried to regain some of her strength and straightened herself up with the aid of the wall as to hide her disposition and look less weak and vulnerable.

"Who am I? Who am I you ask!" She heard a bitter laugh. "..but I think you know exactly who I am!" His voice boomed about the place and sent shivers up her spine. It was a voice very low and full of power which made her slip down the wall a few inches, her feet trembling. It was then when his face drew even closer to reveal a white mask covering the right side of his face. She inhaled sharply. The natural light from above and the torch flame gave it a deathly glow.

"Your...your the-the P-Ph-Phantom of the O-" The girl stuttered. She was afraid not because of his face but more on the fact that it was actually Him. However, by her reaction he became even more angered by perceiving it to be due to his face.

"You have no right to be here! Did you come to STARE at this repulsive carcass? 'Let's go to laugh and CURSE this-this MONSTER!' Is that why you came here?" He barked. He was in such close proximity with her that her head began to hurt because of his shouting. She started sliding down even further to the ground as he leant over her casting a shadow and all she could see was him...and that mask...

"Please! You misunderstand...I-I came here by-by acc-" Immediately she was cut off.

"I see NO misunderstanding!" Suddenly he grasped hold of her neck and pulled her up against the cold stone wall, all with just one hand roughly. She cried out in pain as she was knocked against the wall with such force. "You will be punished! Never let curiosity be your first priority. Never with me!" His grip began to tighten and she started gasping desperately for air but none would come. She put her hands up to his own in an attempt to push them away but she hadn't the strength enough to do so. All of it seemed to be evaporating. She felt like giving up...it was hopeless to carry on fighting... She now saw his left side of his face. His features were grim and menacing...his mouth was set in a firm line and his brow furrowed in determination. There was such coldness in his voice and now she saw it so clearly on his face. The thing that stood out the most were those dark, black piercing, cold eyes.