Hey guys! So, I hope you are liking the story! But, I haven't got any reviews yet, so I am just assuming you like it! So anyway in this chapter, there is a lot more of Eva and Erik interaction. So I hope you guys like it. Review, follow, and favorite!

~Lauren

Chapter 4

Meeting

"She wants to meet me." Erik is utterly shocked that someone actually wants to meet him. Erik smiles. "No one has ever, ever wanted to meet me before…" he whispers to himself. He brings his hand up this mask, knowing that that is the reason he has no friends. He thinks about the first time Christine saw his wicked face. He cringes and quickly beings his hand down in a fist. He is not sure if he should let Eva meet him. If they become close enough, she will want to see his face. And she will not like it. No one does. Erik sighs and shrugs. He keeps whispering to himself. "What should I do? She seems very nice, but what will she think of me?" He peers back down at her letter. "I will take a risk!" He grabs a piece of parchment and a quill. He dips it in ink and starts to write his response.

Dear Mademoiselle Wilkinson,

I would be delighted for us to meet. Please be in your dressing room by 6:15 pm tonight. I will meet you in there. We may either stay in your dressing room, or you can come with me to my home. It is your choice. I hope to see you then.

O.G.

He folds up his letter and places it in an envelope. He then seals it with a red skull. And then takes a passageway to her dressing room and drops it off at her desk.

Eva checks her watch. It is currently 6:10. The Phantom should be here in five minutes to meet her. She is pacing back and forth thinking about what they are going to talk about. She starts to talk out loud. "I could tell him my full name, my favorite color, food, and simple things like that! Just nothing too personal, I can't talk about that without crying. But what else could we talk about? Oh! We could talk about music and opera. I know he loves music!" She checks her watch once again. 6:12. Eva sighs. She starts to pace even faster. "Where is even coming from? Oh, right the mirror! Jesus, why am I so nervous?!"

"I should ask the same thing."

Eva whips around to see the Phantom standing before her. She gasps and looks at her watch. "You're early!" The Phantom nods and says, "My apologies, mademoiselle." Eva exhales. "It's fine." The Phantom takes a few steps closer and he says, "Where would like to talk? In here or in my lair?" She shrugs and thinks for a moment. "Let's go to your lair. I want to see where you live!" The Phantom nods and motions toward the mirror. "After you, mademoiselle." Eva walks up to the mirror and slips through. She now sees a longs staircase leading down. The Phantom then comes through and closes the mirror. She looks at him and says, "I don't know where I am going. You should lead the way." He nods and walks past her. He then starts to walk down the stairs, his cape flowing behind.

Eva is slightly scared, but she feels like she can trust him. She doesn't think he is as bad as everyone else says. Well, at least she is going to find out. And then before Eva knew it, they were in his lair. It looked very cozy for living under an opera house. The Phantom leads her to a small table where they sit across from each other. Either know what to say. So then Eva starts out by saying, "Hi! I'm Eva Anne Wilkinson." Then putting out her hand for him to shake. The Phantom takes it and says, "Phantom." Eva's shoulders drops.

"Oh, come on! That is not you real name!"

He sighs. "Fine. I'm Erik Destler."

Eva smiles. "Thank you. And I think Erik is better than Phantom." Erik makes a very small smile. "So, how long have you been living down here?" She asks looking around his lair.

"Over half of my life."

"Wow. That must be hard. What happened?"

"I would rather not talk about it. At least, not yet."

"Sorry. So um…what's your favorite color?"

"I have never really thought about that. But I would have to say yellow."

She smiles. "Mine is yellow too!" Erik half smiles at her. They don't know what else to talk about so she looks around his lair for any ideas of what to say. The she notices his organ. Music! "Hey, can you sing for me?" Erik is surprised this random question. But then he just says, "Of course." Eva smiles again. He then gets up and walks over to his organ and she follows. He sits down at the bench and she hovers over him. The music that Erik currently has on his and is his music from Don Juan. So then he starts to play and sing.

"Past the point of no return.

No backward glances.

Our games of make-believe are at an end.

Past all thought of 'if' or 'when'.

No use resisting.

Eva felt like she was in a trance with his magical and seductive voice. He didn't want him to stop.

Abandon thought and let the dream descend.

What raging fire shall flood the soul?

What rich desires unlocks its toll?

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.

Erik then lifts his fingers off of the keys and the last note rings in the air. He looks over at Eva and sees that her eyes are closed. He giggles to himself. "Eva." He says and her eyes shoot open. "Sorry! It was just so…entrancing. You have the most beautiful voice." Erik smiles and nods. "Thank you, mademoiselle." She brings up her hand and says, "Please, call me Eva." "As you wish, Eva." He says with a nod. Erik then gets up off the bench and says, "Well, I should bring you back up stairs. You have a performance at seven, and you must get ready." Eva sighs and says, "Can we meet tomorrow? Same time?" Erik's eyes bulge in surprise. She actually wants to meet me again. He nods. He holds out his gloved hand for her to take. She grabs it. "Let's go."