What Are You Planning...?

A/N: Well, I took longer in updating this due to the lack or reviews :D lmao I didnt think people were reading this so I decided to go ahead and update my other stories first, but this chappie is for the few that did review I love you all to death, you're the reason I keep updating! Enjoy!

"The tears I might have shed for your dark fate... grow cold and turn to tears of hate!" Lucy sang as Fleur watched her intently. He shook his head, it was all wrong. He looked at the sheet of music in his hands before sighing and looking up at the diva on stage.

"You're singing it wrong, Lucy," Fleur reminded her as she sighed in an irritated manner and plopped down on the edge of the stage. They had been going over the same part for over an hour and she still couldn't get it right.

"Then how the hell am I supposed to sing it, Maestro?" she asked mockingly tossing her hair back with a motion of her hand.

"You're supposed to sound betrayed, hurt, hateful! But right now you sound more like Carlotta!" Fleur shouted back as several other singers laughed at the comment. Everyone agreed, Lucy was fit to sing Carlotta's part rather than Christine's.

The conductor kept playing the same notes over and over again but she couldn't get it right. The Phantom was growing restless up in Box 5, his blue eyes never left the blond on the stage.

He couldn't comprehend why she had kept the part, his had faith in his muse he knew she could pull the part off perfectly. It dumbfounded him to see another woman playing the part, especially the blond who couldn't even sing some of the high notes.

His mind got sidetracked as soon as his muse resurfaced in his thoughts, Fleur had comeback empty handed. The Phantom had no idea where she was but that alone didn't cause too much panic within him, she had done this before. At least that's what he kept telling himself, she would comeback after everything had calmed down.

He couldn't leave now to look for her; he had other pressing matters that Fleur constantly reminded him of. For now all he could do was sit back and listen to the blond's horrible vibrato and watch her exaggerated acting skills.

The torturous show went on for another hour until it ended abruptly by Fleur losing his voice once more and the conductor throwing the sheets of music aside in a burst of anger.

"This cannot continue until you learn your lines correctly, Miss Rothesay!" the conductor hissed before dismissing the orchestra. The rest of the ensemble followed after him, without music there was no way to rehearse properly.

Lucy found herself alone on the large stage; she looked around and sat down once more at the edge of the stage once more with a loud sigh.

"Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory…angel of music, hide no longer, secret and strange angel…" Lucy sang changing the tone several times while trying to get it right. She dropped her head in her hands and tried to relax her tense muscles before singing again.

"You are singing it wrong," a voice echoed from her right as her head snapped up towards the source. There was nothing there but darkness. The voice sounded familiar and yet she couldn't quite place it.

"I think I've heard that enough today," Lucy replied standing up and looking around still seeing no one but herself on the stage. The voice had sounded so close, as if it had been right behind her.

"You are forcing your vibrato, if you do not cease doing that you will continue to sound like a goat," the voice commented once more except this time it came from the left. She snapped her head in the direction she had heard the comment come from only to find nothing but darkness once more.

"I suppose you would know a lot about music?" she asked sarcastically. Her interest fully peaked now that the man thought it amusing to compare her to a farm animal.

"I certainly know more than you, mademoiselle," the voice replied as the source stepped out of the shadows. Lucy turned to look at the source and nearly fainted in shock.

The Phantom of the opera stood before her in all of his dark glory, dressed in black from head to toe. Her blue eyes widened considerably when she noticed how tall he really was, she had forgotten that little detail.

"I remember you," she stuttered backing away slightly as the Phantom stood still, he retraced his memory for any trace of the woman in front of him. It then came to him; she had been the other character who had been present when he had first encountered his muse.

"Of course you do," he replied in a monotone voice, he wasn't amused by the conversation he was having and it would remain that way.

"I- I guess you heard my singing didn't you?" Lucy asked as a blush settled on her cheeks. The Phantom's face remained expressionless as he walked towards her. Lucy stood paralyzed as the Opera Ghost brushed past her and sat at Fleur's seat, he stared at her expectantly when she turned to look at him with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"Sing something for me," he ordered in a harsh voice as she jumped at the tone. The Phantom had made a note to avoid using the same words he used with his muse; the blond in front of him didn't deserve to be spoken to in the same manner.

"Anything?" she asked excitedly as he shook his head dully.

"Something from the musical, Miss Rothesay," he replied in an aggravated tone making sure to drag out his words so she could process them better. Lucy stared at the man in front of her in awe, the way he said her last name sent chills up and down her spine.

She thought about a decent song to sing but nothing came to her that was until she remembered her favorite scene in the movie.

"No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fear-"

"Anything but that," the Phantom snarled trying to mask the rage that resurfaced whenever he heard the soft tune. Lucy immediately stopped singing and looked at the Opera Ghost in concern. Despite the years that had past he still hadn't forgotten about Christine's betrayal.

She made a mental note to never bring that up whenever he was around; his mood seemed to drop drastically after the song.

She stared at him afraid of singing the wrong thing as he sighed and shook his head slightly. He stood form his seat and looked at her once more. The only reason he was doing this was for the sake of his muse and her reputation. He had practically bought the Opera House for her, whether if succeeded or failed was up to him for the moment. He would not have a goat singing on the stage on opening night.

With that in mind, he tried to picture her in his mind; it was difficult to sing to any other woman when he only thought of her.

"Past the point of no return, no backward glances,

The games we played 'til now are at an end…

Past all thought of 'If' or 'When', no use resisting,

Abandon thought and let the dream descend!

What raging fire shall flood the soul?

What rich desire unlocks its door?

What sweet seduction lies before us?

Past the point of no return, the final threshold,

What warm unspoken secrets will we learn?

Beyond the point of no return…"

He sang circling her doing his best to picture his muse instead of her, Lucy on the other hand was amazed that she was still breathing when he had finished. Her heart was beating so quickly that she felt like it would burst any moment. His voice alone was enough to make her head spin, now to have him singing that to her was a dream come true.

She couldn't wait to get back at Monica and tell her, she would make sure that the biker knew every detail about her little encounter with the Phantom.

The Phantom stopped in front of her and tilted his head at her; she got the drift and shook her head before she sang her part.

"You have brought me to that moment where words run dry,

To that moment where speech disappears into silence,

Silence…

I have come here hardly knowing the reason why,

In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining,

Defenseless and silent and now I am here with you,

No second thoughts, I've decided,

Decided…"

She sang as the Phantom resumed his slow circling around her making sure her posture was correct by placing a gloved hand on her lower back and pushing forward slightly. She gasped upon feeling his hand and obeyed as he stepped back and continued to take note.

"Past the point of no return, no going back now,

Our passion play has now at last begun!

Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question,

How long should we two wait before we're one?

When will the blood begin to race?

The sleeping bud burst into bloom?

When will the flames at last consume us?"

She sang more confidently until she felt him stop walking and lean in from behind her. His hands hovered above her lower ribcage while he whispered into her ear.

"You are too tense," he told her as his gloved fingers brushed over her abdomen, "relax your muscles or you will end up damaging your voice," he added before removing his arms from around her waist and trailing up to her neck and jaw.

"Let the music flow through you, do not try to force it," he commented as she breathed unevenly. Having him so close was something that she had dreamt of but never thought would happen. She relaxed as he had told her, instantly the notes came out more effortlessly and her vibrato easily mingled with the words.

The Phantom pulled back upon hearing her and made a mental note to keep his distance from the blond; her perfume stung his nostrils and altered his own scent. He smelled like her, the mere thought earned a sneer from the Opera Ghost.

"Past the point of no return, the final threshold,

The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn!

We've passed the point of no return…"

She sang loving the way his voice sounded with her own. The Phantom on the other hand was holding back on his own singing abilities, he could easily overpower her weak voice, he preferred his muse's singing over the woman in front of him any day. He would not give her the pleasure of singing a proper duet with her.

He was about to walk away from her pleased with his work when he heard something rather unusual behind him.

She stood there looking like Christine once had, her eyes glued to him wishing to have him back by her side. She loved the Phantom, why couldn't he see that and leave Monica already?

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime

Lead me, save me from my solitude…"

She sang walking over to him as he stood there looking at her in confusion. He started to leave once more before her hand wrapped around his forearm and held him in place. He stared down at her in slight aggravation as she continued to sing the accursed melody to him.

"Say you'll want me with you here beside you,

Anywhere you go let me go too…"

She continued to sing as she leaned in to kiss him. The Phantom caught on and pulled away from her before she could do anything else as he disappeared from her sight with a swish of his cloak leaving her in complete darkness. He had to control himself, had he stayed there with her he would have probably snapped her neck for being so insolent and inferior. That act, however, would have upset his muse greatly. He restrained himself to save her the trouble of worrying over others.

"That's all I ask of you…"

She finished as she stepped back and sighed in an irritated manner. So close, she had gotten so close to her goal. It hadn't all been in vain, she still had a needle to stab Monica's heart with. She would describe her encounter with the Opera Ghost in full detail; perhaps she would even add a few false events to irk the biker further. That alone should be enough to break the two apart.

Lucy smiled, one way or another, he would be hers.

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