I apologise for my bad punctuation and grammar *hails spellcheck* To angelofdeath8254, I uphold my side of This chapter is mainly about OCs. Warning: violent scenes.

Dreams and Nightmares

It was the best night of Amelia's life, it was as if she was in a dream. During the interval, Vincent Noiret had approached her; he even asked her to sit with him with the rest of his family in their private box. She had received so many death glares from the other 'lovely' young ladies as the most eligible bachelor showed his interest in her. Only she was called in an "emergency" which just completely ruined her beautiful evening. At least Vincent promised they'll meet again.

"Where is he?" demanded Amelia trying to control her temper.

The backstage crew simultaneously pointed into the corner. The unconscious man had be laid out on the floor unattended. A bruise had formed on the side of his head.

"It should be nothing more than concussion" a voice behind her whispered.

"GAH!" Amelia jumped in fright. She turned around and glared at the figure. Out of all the people in the world, it just had to be Azrael.

He stared at her with surprised expression. "Amelia?" he asked. "It is you!"

Amelia froze. He knew her name. It has to be him. The eyepatch, the scars...what if it's not? Well there's only one way to find out. Amelia ripped the eye-patch off in the blink of an eye. A red eye full of surprise stared back at her. Surprise turned into annoyance as he snatched it back.

Amelia's first instinct was to bombard him with the millions of questions he left unanswered but the approaching figures convinced her to resume her work. She knelt down beside her patient, there wasn't much she could do except confirm it was a concussion. The backstage crew quickly moved him into another room and everything continued as it was.

"You're the first person to take me by surprise" said Azrael amusingly.

"You left me no choice. You didn't tell me anything. Your name?" Amelia hissed back

"Sorry, didn't have time to mention it, five years ago. You freaked out, you father freaked out and I was kind of in pain and also unconscious"

"You also left without saying goodbye. A note doesn't explain anything. You had my father and I worried over you for weeks. You just disappear with an injury like that!" Amelia said accusingly.

"Fine, I'm sorry"

"That's your apology? What about reasons? I have the right to know" Amelia demanded.

"It's better you don't know" he replied. "Just forget it ok?"

Amelia sighed, there was no way he was going to tell her anything. Something about those eyes just told her he wasn't going to willing give up his secrets.

"Where you with the Noirets just then?" he asked.

"Yes, I was" Amelia said with a dreamy look on her face. "Vincent invited me, something wrong with that?" She could swear that Azrael's eye just twitched at the mention of Vincent.

"Finally got a boyfriend I see?" he said. "About time"

"Hey! What about you? I don't see your girlfriend anywhere' Amelia retaliated with an evil grin.

"As if any female can stand with me for a minute" he replied. "I already scare them off without having to do anything and they haven't even seen my face."

"I'm still here. Aren't I?" Amelia pointed out.

"You're an exception." he assured. "Like taking me by surprise"

"Really?" Amelia thought about for a while. "What about that guy who scarred..." She stopped, wishing she could take back her words.

"Nah" Azrael replied showing no anger just an amused look. "I knew it was coming just couldn't avoid it."

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be."

The back-stage area was almost empty. The opera had ended and all the performers rushed for ending applause.

"You should go back. They might think I kidnapped you" Azrael said.

"As if you could!" Amelia laughed. "I should get going. So I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, I'm here most of the time" Azrael said smiling genuinely.

Amelia gave him one last smile before heading off in the direction of the Noiret box. The opera house was a labyrinth. She turned around to ask Azrael for help but he had vanished. Unwilling to search around aimlessly for him, she continued along the dim corridor. The unknown source of light created ghostly shadows along the wall. In the tunnel of darkness, there was light. Amelia ran towards it, glad to be finally out of the maze. She opened the door and walked straight into the Prima Donna's dressing room. Strange. There was someone else in the room.

The stranger had a handsome face, the face of an angelic. With a hazelnut colour haired and a dazzling smile, Amelia couldn't help smiling at him. She paused at the eyes, they were a similar chocolate brown to Raoul's but a murderous glint reflected in his.

"You're a doctor aren't you?" He asked giving her a smile that made her uncomfortable. Without warning, he attacked her, knocking her to the ground. She felt strong fingers pressing on the base of her neck and everything turned black.

Amelia woke with a pounding headache. She was lying on the hard cold stone floor of what seemed to one of those dungeons in horror stories. Propping herself up, she examined her environment. There was no sign of her attacker. She wasn't alone though. Hiding in the corner were seven small children, staring at her through frightened eyes and all trembling in fear.

"What's wrong?" she asked, approaching them. The children said nothing but all stay wide eyed at her. A girl around the age of fourteen pointed to the other side of the room. Amelia followed her hand and turned. A scream pierced through the room, echoing off the stone walls, with horror Amelia realised it was hers.

A body lay on floor, in a puddle of blood. The lifeless gray eyes reflected the overall terrified expression of the corpse. The mouth opened in a silent scream that still seem to echo in the room. The face was mangled as if someone scribbled on the flesh with a knife. The twisted murderer had torture him by disfiguring his face beyond recognition before slitting the jugular releasing a river of blood. The knife lay discarded next to the body. The blood still glistening on the tip and along the cruel blade. Amelia prayed that those children had not witnessed the horrifying events but deep in her heart, she knew they had seem the whole thing.

The girl approached her and asked in a quiet voice. "He had an argument with Abbadon. No one can stop him, unless they want to share the same fate."

"Azrael wasn't here. If only he were here, he would protect us. He's the only who survived..." the girl seemed to be talking to herself as she gazed into the air. Amelia latched onto that single name. Azrael. He knows something about this. He had always known.

"Master made Abbadon find a new doctor" she continued. "No one has been punished today so we're all quite lucky except for..." She stopped suddenly at the sound of an opening door. She whimpered and joined the other children in the corner.

Amelia turned around and Abbadon; the demon with the face of an angel. He knelt beside the body and inspected it proudly as if it was an artwork.

"I think one artwork isn't enough for tonight" he said in a menacing voice. He cleaned on the bloody knife with his shirt and without warning lunged at Amelia. She spun quickly to dodge his attack but felt the cruel cold blade bite into her arm. The pain shot up her arm as the warm blood starting to seep from the cut. Amelia bit back her scream, she would not have this crazy murderer have the satisfaction of hearing her scream.

He let out a maniacal laugh again and lunged for another stab. This time Amelia was ready, her self-defense lessons resurfaced in her mind as she grabbed his arm. Hoping to redirect the hand away from her, she failed as his stone hard arm continued to move towards her face. Inch by inch, the knife came closer until Amelia can see her frightened reflection in the blade. Abbadon smiled, he was a predator playing with his prey, hoping to keep it alive longer to watch it suffer. Resorting to her last option, Amelia bit down hard on his arm until she could taste the blood. Abbadon cried out in anguish and relaxed his grip, giving Amelia enough time to take the knife.

It felt cold and foreign in her grip, but she grasped it as if it was a lifeline. Abaddon snarled angrily and approached ready to strangle the life out of her. This time, she let out a scream and threw the blade at him. The knife somersaulted throw the air like a missile and managed to to deliver a small cut on Abaddon's angelic face. Amelia didn't wait to see if she managed to hit him. Forgetting about her headache and her arm, she bolted out the still opened door and ran for her life. Surprisingly there were no footsteps behind her but she didn't dare turn around to check, fearing if that face was there behind her. Up ahead she could see a church, the bright lights beckoned for her to come. She almost screamed with relief as she bursted through the doors, interrupting the priest's speech. She ran to the altar and kneeled at the cross and prayed that the demon would never return again.

He will return though in her darkest nightmares. She changed her mind about tonight, it was the worst night of Amelia's life.

Review Please! I'm sorry I didn't include the PotO characters but I had to do something with my OCs.