HORAY, new chapter. Plz enjoy.

(Chap 4: Musical)

Tikal awoke with heavy breath. When she finally calmed down she hared voices, one was familiar, the other not so familiar, but she knew who it was. She quickly got washed and dressed and went down stairs, to see her mum and Erik talking. Erik must have seen her because he smiled at her and nodded toward her. Erik looked a little different, he was wearing a plane white, long-sleeved top and plane black jeans, and his hair was shorter and spiky. He looked very cool though, and he still ware the mask, she could under stand with her friend having a similar problem. When her friend and her first met he explained he ended up with burn scars from when his jealous big brother set fire to his cot when he was a baby and he's warn a mask ever since.

"Morning." Erik smiled. She tried to give a smile back, but she was so sleepy that it came out as a look of bafflement.

"Honey, this is Erik, the man who we took in the other day. Don't you remember?"

"I think she's just a little sleepy." said Erik.

"I guess I am." she replied as she sat down with a plate of toast.

"So, Erik. What do you do for a job?" Simone asked.

"I don't really have a job. Were I come from I didn't really have a school to go. My parents taut me all they knew and one day I lost them. There weren't many jobs were I come from either. What can you do here?"

"Well, what are you good at?" Tikal interrupted.

"I'm good at music." He told her.

"You could work as a music teacher." I suggested.

"Now don't be silly. How will he get a job like that?" Simone asked.

"There's an opening at my school. Miss Pike is leaving to teach music in Tokyo. My class needs some one to teach us. There's an interview on at the school tomorrow at 1:00. You could come with me to the school. I was going to go up to the school anyway because I'm going to audition for the school musical." she explained.

"Sounds good."

"Oh and We also need a drama teacher, Miss pike taut both drama and music"

"I can do that. Ok I'll go. What musical are you doing?"

"The Phantom Of The Opera. My great great great grandmother wrote a book about what happened with the phantom and someone turned it into a musical. I think Roual killed her because of that book."

"Who do you want to be in the play?"

"I want to play Christine. She's my hero. And she's the one who supported my singing, she believed I could make it, she still does and I won't let her down. When I become an actress, I'll go back to France and perform in the opera house like she did. She asked me to, and I will." She said happily. Erik admired her determination and dedication to her drama.

"I'm impressed. You're a very ambitious little girl."

"It's all thanks to Christine. Her training me in my dreams id paying of."

"Stop right there." Simone snapped. "These dreams are fragments of your imagination. Christine can not visit you in your dreams and there is no such thing as magic or the angel of music. Got it."

"But mum."

"No Buts. I will NOT have this nonsense. Now go outside before I ground you."

"You're a layer. This stuff is real and I'll prove it to you some day weather you like it or not." Tikal yelled as she ran outside. And Simone ran upstairs, leaving Erik alone. So Tikal's upset because her mum's a non believer. Well I can understand that, her mum doesn't even believe in me, the angel of music. And if she doesn't believe that Tikal can make it, then Tikal will be forced to kiss her dream goodbye.

(Mean while) (Tamal's P.O.V)

I walked up to the old willow tree were I would meet Tikal when I heard a sniffle and the sound of a blade cutting flesh. Quickly I dove under the weeping willow, fearing the worst for my friend. When I looked up I saw Tikal sitting in a pool of blood. Her arms and wrists covered in bloody cuts and a small dagger in her hand. Her breaths were ragged and struggled.

"Tikal!"

"Tamal?! Wha… What are you doing here?"

"We were supposed to meet here."

"Well I'm not in the mood ok." he tried to struggle to her feet.

"Care full, your heart. Your going to kill yourself."

"That's the point. My mum doesn't care, she doesn't believe I can do magic, she doesn't believe people visit me in my dreams, she doesn't believe I can sing. She doesn't want me to be who I want to be. She wants me to be a lawyer and burry myself in paper work. Do nothing with myself until my so called 'job' becomes my grave."

(End Tamal's P.O.V)

Tamal could feel it again, the need to bite. After this, he knew what he liked. His blood preference was depression. "Tikal. Calm down please. I can feel it again, it's your depression that I like. Please don't move or your going to die." He begged franticly, fearing for his only friends life. Little did they know that Erik was watching the whole thing from the porch. Even he was getting worried.

Tikal stopped crying, but Tamal could sense her depression, so he bit her. When Tikal awoke she had a warm blanket over her, and she was sitting up right in front of a fire.

"Your finally awake. I was getting worried." Came Tamal's voice. That's when she realised she was leaning against Tamal's shoulder rather than the tree. When she tried to move off him she could feel bandages around her arms.

"Don't try to move." he said, gently keeping her in place. "You'll heart yourself even more. You've been out for nearly a whole day. It's midnight now." She looked up at him and noticed that she hadn't put on her eye patch. He could see both her eyes. She went to cover her demon eye but a hand stopped her. Tamal turned her round just enough to steel a kiss and whisper "I wanted to tell you, I love you." before Tikal fell asleep.

I forgot to mention there may be horror in later chapters. Watch out for the next chapter.