SORRY!! For not updating. I just have been so incredibly busy, with play practice + homework.
Kelsismom: ty for noticing that. I'll try and make less mistakes. but I can't really go and fix that. :s

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I woke up to the sound of music playing. It sounded like a warped music box, and it was next to my right ear. I turned my head slightly, and saw a disfigured looking monkey was the source of the music. I saw I was laying in a bed, and sat up to look around. There was a lot to see.

The first thing I saw was the incredible amount of candles amassed around the cavernous room I was in. When my eyes adjusted, I began to see details, like a half open closet with numerous dresses inside. I took a closer look at the bed, and saw the ornate carvings in the headpiece.

It confused me. I had no idea where I was. And then... I heard him.

"Good morning, Evey," said his velvet voice from the doorway. I didn't look at him, or react outwardly at all, but on the inside I felt fireworks going off. I was with him, I must be safe. I kept studying the room, noting the lack of windows or a telephone.

After a good 2 minutes or so, I finally looked back at him. The right side of his face was beaming, and the left side was covered with the everpresent mask.

I was intrigued by this man. I felt no fear of my surroundings or him. I was just curious; mostly about why he wore the mask, and why he was so interested in me of all people.

He hadn't moved from the doorway, so I finally said, "Come in, won't you?" He shook his head slightly. "No, Evey. I just wanted to tell you I made you breakfast. And that your clothes are in the bureau and closet. Pick anything to wear, it's all appropriate." He bowed, and left, closing the door behind him.

I had no idea what time it was, because there was no visible clock in the room. I looked in the small chest next to my bed, and saw my personal things... wallet, loose change, and my watch, which said it was 9:30. But my cell phone wasn't there.

I still wasn't worried, just slightly annoyed. It was Wednesday, and I had work today... the stage manager was probably furious, and I'd no doubt have many calls from Meg. But I went over to the dresser and opened it, expecting to see jeans.

And I did... all name brand. Not my type of clothes at all. But I pulled a pair on, and they were a perfect fit. I grinned, because they fit so well and it was usually only after many hours of shopping that I found the correct jean size. I opened another drawer, and found some plain tshirts. I pulled one on, and left the room.

My room opened straight into a hallway, which had two other doors off it, but I could smell bacon coming from down the hall. I followed the narrow hall and came upon the kitchen, where V was humming cheerfully and cooking.

"Hello, V," I said, and he turned, still holding the pan and spatula in his hand. Behind him I could see a plate full of bacon, as well as a stack of steaming pancakes. My mouth watered; I suddenly felt ravenous. He motioned to the small kitchen table without breaking tune, and turned back to finish cooking the pancake.

I poured myself a cup of orange juice from a pitcher and sat sipping it, waiting patiently for him. When he finished, he brought the two plates over and sat down across from me. He placed both plates in front of me, and sat back with his arms crossed. He was still smiling. "Dig in," he said.

I didn't need another invitation, and began cutting up pancakes into slices and picking bacon strips for the empty plate in front of me. After a few bites, I looked up at him again. He hadn't touched a thing. "Aren't you going to eat?" I asked him. He shook his head, and said, "I already ate, while you were sleeping." I nodded, and kept eating.

After I had eaten my full, I sat back and grinned lazily at him. The warm meal had made me tired all over again. "Did you enjoy it?" V asked me, and I nodded.

I was so content to just sit there in his company, full and warm. But I knew I had to go to work, and I told him so.

"V, thank you so much for everything, but I have to go to the Opera House. I have work today."

His grin didn't falter, but I felt a sudden change in atmosphere. "No, Evey. You don't have any work anymore. At least, not for awhile."

I frowned at him, and he got up and began clearing the table of my dishes. "Evey, since that night when I first saw you on stage, I knew I had to have you for my own... You are amazing, you sing beautifully, there is no one else like you." I couldn't see where this was going, and by that time I didn't want to.

"Evey... I need you. I want you to sing for me, forever. I love you."

His back was to me, but I gaped at him. What... was he talking about? Angel of music? Forever? He was sweet, but not that sweet. I barely knew the guy.

"V, where am I?" I asked him, and he must have noticed the quaver in my voice, because he turned around. "Evey, I can't tell you that. And it doesn't matter. You're staying here with me... I will write music for you, and you will perform it for me, and we will be happy."

I shook my head unbelivingly. This couldn't be happening. Who was this man? I was beginning to think he was crazy.

"Evey... you are my angel of music."

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like I said, sorry about the longngngngn wait for an update.