AW MAN!!!!!! I swore to myself that this wouldn't happen!

Erik: yes but it did, so since this being her most popular story, she has to update this year or suffer the phan wrath.

I feel lower than a hobbit right now.

Pippin: HEY!

Sorry pip old chap! Anywhosamonkey, I've come to realize that the phan shall come in too early, as they have only been there approximately a day, so I believe once the time is right, you shall be incorporated. Kapish?

Now, I believe review answers are in order.

Masked4enternity: First Review for the chapter! You are coming in first girle! I love Zelda games too; in fact I have twilight Princess! - It's the best! And yes, we all love the phantom, but I have other plans for the bitter opera genius. Muahahahaha.

Angelus-Cantus: don't kill me please….I was going to update before new years, but I had to leave for Indiana.

Miss Black Shadow: Oh I cannot wait for you to come into my story; I have many a fun things planned, perhaps involving…Dracula? I'm so cruel it's funny; anyways…this shall be most entertaining. (Goes to plot)

Erik's Muse: Yes brownies…I think we might need some. Oh! When Becca gets her lil friend, Erik had better run. XDD I have something fun planned for you too when the cameos come. CARLOTTA IS A FOP! KILL THE FOPPIES!! XD

Cali Mau: yes you may be in the cameo! And evil cat of doom eh? Sounds like my cat. (Who is currently trying to eat my biology exam review sheet. . ')

Mayla: wow we have an elder in our midst! XDD I kid I kid.

Angelflowers: Raoul in girls' clothes (shudders) my eyes, my young eyes!!! XDD shall we commence in a fop hunt?

I'm-in-a-box: why no Ivy, whatever gives you that impression? I'd never… (shifty eyes)

Frankie: thank you for the compliment!!

Erik's Bride: Alright, I'll put a brief cameo (actual silent role)

Labyrinth Keeper: (watches her twitch) whoa, you're like sonic on coffee! COOL!!!

Alright, now, where did I leave off? Oh yes!!

Erik was composing on his organ when a loud crash came from the Louis-Phillipe room. He cursed and went to investigate. He cautiously opened the door to find…………

Becca and Ivy sprawled over one another and his coffee table. Erik's glare increased.

"So, you knew where she was and you did not inform me, indeed you were also trying to smuggle her in here." Erik practically bit Rebecca's head off.

Rebecca dusted herself off and frowned, "It's not as bad as you're making it out to be Erik."

Erik glared. "When a girl somehow vanishes into thin air when in your grasp, I think you would have a better understanding of my feelings child."

Becca glared at Erik once again (she's tending to do that a lot '). "WE my good phantom happen to be just as old as CHRISTINE!!!!!"

Evidently that was the wrong thing to say as Erik grabbed her wrists and hauled her close to his face. "You know nothing of Christine."

Rebecca beat him with her legs but he held on, so she beat him verbally, bellowing at him with all the hatred and anger she was feeling, ignoring Ivy's protests. "Oh but I do Messier, I know all about her. You pine after a girl who doesn't even know YOU, she knows her ANGEL, you fell in love when she was NINE you sick pervert!!!! I also happen to know who she is Smitten with and it IS NOT YOU!!!! YOUR ATTEMPT TO WIN HER HEART IS FOLLY ERIK, SHE IS SHALLOW AND DOESN'T SEE YOU AS THE MAN YOU ARE!! SHE WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER AND LEAVE YOUR HEART CRUSHED INTO DUST!!!!!! WE CARE ABOUT YOU ERIK, BUT I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS BEHAVIOR FROM A GENTLEMAN SUCH AS YOURSELF!!!! GOOD DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Rebecca wrenched her hands out of Erik's stunned grip and stalked away, taking the duffel and clothes with her.

Ivy rubbed her temples and walked over to where Erik was standing still too shocked to process anything.

"Erik, you still there?" she waved her hands in front of his face.

He snapped out of it and composed himself. "Yes, yes I am fine Ivy." He looked battered though, as if Becca's words had landed physical blows upon him.

"No you aren't Erik, look at yourself, you are a mess, come on let's get you some tea." She steered him towards the kitchen.

Ivy managed to light the old-fashioned stove and put a kettle over it. "Do you have any cookies?" Ivy asked.

Erik seemed like a stone statue, so she merely checked the cupboard. Finding none, then mentally chastising herself, A phantom with cookies?, She proceeded to get out the ingredients to create some.

(Erik)

The kettle started to screech and Ivy, now covered in flour and whiter then Jacob Marley, raced over to pour the tea. The smell of cookies was throughout the lair. It was a rather pleasant aroma, one I had never really had the chance to appreciate before. She placed the still warm confectionary on a plate before me and I cautiously picked one up.

"I made sugar, since chocolate chips aren't in this era." Ivy shrugged sheepishly. I bit into it and suppressed a moan of delight and rapture. These were fantastic. Ivy obviously noticed by the look of pure bliss that must have been all too apparent on my features, because she grinned like the Cheshire cat.

I took another cookie and munched on it happily and she asked, "Feeling Better?"

That sentence brought back the memories that had been suppressed by the sugary euphoria, and I swallowed, frowning. Rebecca's harsh words had cut me, not because of the nature, but because of the nagging little voice in my ear whispering that they were all true. I was perverted to fall in love with a young girl of the tender young age of nine, it was wrong to deceive her in the way that I was, she did not love me and if she saw me beneath the mask, never would. I did believe she was rather rash with the comments about Christine's shallowness however. Christine's soul was as pure as the Heavens above, while mine's was as black as the hell gates. She was the only one able to save me from my terrible existence, the only thing that could bring me happiness. I bit into another cookie and modified that last thought. There were two things: Christine, and Ivy's cooking.

(back to normal)

Ivy had been sipping her tea watching Erik think. It was interesting, trying to distinguish emotions under that smooth porcelain. That mask was going to come off some point in the future, but she had to make sure he wasn't going to pull the same performance he did to Christine. Ivy got off that train of thought and tried not to think about anything. She didn't look at Erik, His smooth black wig, his bright amber eyes that made her melt, that adorable voice. She shook her head. She wasn't going to ruin the almost-friendship she had worked so hard to create all for a good glomp. Suddenly Erik cleared his throat and Ivy looked at him confused.

"I am actually feeling better mademoiselle, thank you for the sweets and tea. It calmed me down. Now," Erik said checking a pocket watch, "It is close to the opening of Hannibal, so we must get going."

Ivy looked very confused and Erik got up and got his cape off of the coat rack in the kitchen.

"Well, we have to be at the show to critique Rebecca now don't we?" Ivy grinned widely, glad to be back in Erik's good graces. She sprinted to her room and chose out an outfit. A black pair of pants, along with a crimson blouse, her skull mask, and a cape with crimson and black accents, then raced outside to join Erik on the Gondola.

The show was flawless, well flawless from Ivy's point of view. Erik however, was always making small comments about the nerve of the managers, selling the box to some ponce with girly hair, and also critiquing the chorus. Ivy, during the intermission told Erik who the ponce was. She didn't add that he would sweep Christine away, only that they were childhood sweethearts. After that Erik had begun to furiously dig through his pocket until he found a spare bit of paper. Ivy handed him the quill and inkwell she grabbed for this exact purpose, and he thanked her. He scribbled a message on it, then before the next half began, sent it fluttering to land on Rebecca's lap. Rebecca looked around, then opened the note and began to read.

Rebecca,

I am irritated you would dare say such a thing to me, but you have a chance to redeem yourself. It seems the vicomte has a need to visit Christine and I cannot allow him to catch me when I am about to reveal myself to her. Therefore, you will go quickly after the performance, and distract the dear vicomte, while Ivy locks her in. If you do not wish to comply with my wishes, a disaster liken to your worst imaginations shall befall you.

The Master of Your House,

Erik

Rebecca angrily looked around, finally spotted Erik and Ivy, nodded, then flipped Erik off.

Ivy giggled while Erik only looked offended. "Thi-think she got the note?" Ivy finally managed, while Erik began to look surly. "I need you to lock Christine in tonight while Rebecca is distracting the Vicomte." Ivy narrowed her eyes then spat out a "Fine."

Rebecca managed to formulate a plan during the opera's second quarter and not screw up the solo she had. She raced off right after the show, horn in hand to the trapdoor she had hidden its case in. She peered around to see if anyone was there, then hopped in it.

-5 minutes and a change of clothes later-

Becca, now in a fine dress, hair done up, and body decked out in stage jewels she "borrowed", she was tailing Raoul. She could feel Ivy's eyes upon her though and she cursed silently under her breath. Couldn't she just wait? Soon Raoul went into Christine's room and did his Little Lotte speech. Rebecca raced outside. He came out of the Opera house to get the carriage and Rebecca started her plan. She began to cry most unmercifully, the tears streaming down her pale face and into a pink handkerchief. She was pacing around, pretend hysterics. Raoul, ever the noble rake, rushed to her aid.

"What is wrong, mademoiselle?" he asked, concern evident on his boyish features.

Rebecca hiccupped slightly and said in a shaky voice, "You …you are very kind Monsieur, but you do not have to comfort a girl such as myself."

Raoul only persisted. "Surely I can assist you mademoiselle. What has befallen you?"

Rebecca wiped her eyes, dragging him into her lie. "My father, he has been, he is being held for ransom by pirates sir! My family are honest merchants; my father has been away at sea. I have received this note from the rouges holding him." She said handing him a tearstained note. He scanned the writing which everyone but Raoul knew was plainly Becca's chicken scrawl, and sighed.

"I am truly sorry mademoiselle. Would you allow me to escort you home? No doubt your mother is looking for you." At this Rebecca promptly howled more and began to cry with an intensity double as powerful as before. "Didn't you read it?! My mother was executed in front of my poor father's eyes! They have taken control of our ship, I have no home!"

Raoul grimaced and patted the sobbing blonde's back. "I deeply grievance for you loss mademoiselle. I will do everything I can to aid you. Here," Raoul gave her his family pendent. "The De Chagneys will always be around for aid."

Rebecca took it gratefully and slipped it around her neck. "Thank you kindly Messier De Vicomte. I will always be indebted you." Rebecca wiped her eyes and headed toward an alleyway.

"Wait!' Raoul stopped her. "What is your name in case you should need to find me again?"

Rebecca smiled and said, "Marjorie, messier, Antoinette Marjorie." She then picked up her skirts and hurried away.

Raoul sighed and called for his coach.

Ivy had successfully locked Christine in her room and was stalking outside her door when a voice next to her ear sent her jumping. "WHY IS THE RUM GONE?!."

Ivy whipped around and slapped Becca. "Never again!"

Becca pouted and rubbed her red face. Ivy noted her tear-stained cheeks, and fancy attire, and then grinned. "What did you do?"

Becca shrugged, "I used emotions against the rake. I gave him a pack of lies, about my dead mother, kidnapped father, and how I had no home, because of pirates."

Ivy shook her head in amusement. "Alright, well since Erik is busy revealing himself to Christine, what shall we do to keep ourselves busy?"

Becca grinned and pulled out a black silk mask, and a black duffel from a closet. "Terrorize?"

Ivy chuckled, "Couldn't have said it better myself." With that the two girls went off to plan.

Alright, from now on all cameos must be private messaged please.

This was a mini-chappie. There will be ballet rat, Buquet, and Carlotta torture next chapter, be aware! XD