Skittlesgirl99: Yes, I used the movie. I found a book at the library that talked about it and had the complete screenplay. That's how I'm getting the accuracy! When I re-read the story, I hear Ramin Karmiloo (my favorite! ^^) Also, in this chapter, the song The Phantom of the Opera, I used the stage version that includes the fourth set of verses (used in the rooftop scene in the movie)(I like the stage version of the song best!)

I hope I get more reviews!

Disclaimer: To own, or not to own? There's no questioning, I DON'T ! ;.;

Chapter 3

Belle grasped a dazed Charles' hand, leading him down the tunnel. Light illuminated everywhere from the candles that were along the wall, held by human hands that moved in sync as the two walked through.

Belle sang out in her soprano voice that haunted Charles dreams.

"In sleep I sang to him. In dreams, I came...

That voice which calls to him and spoke his name...

And does he dream again? For now I find

the Phantom of the Opera is there-inside his mind...

Sing once again with me our strange duet...

My power over you grows stronger yet..

And though you turn from me, to glance behind,

the Phantom of the Opera is there-inside your mind...

She helps him into a boat that sat at the edge of a vast, glassy lake. Belle took the oar in hand, and set off...

Those who have seen my face draw back in fear...

You are the mask I wear...It's me they hear..

My spirit and your voice, in one combined:

the Phantom of the Opera is there-inside your mind...

In all your fantasies, you could always see...

That woman and mystery-were both in me...

And in this labyrinth, where night is blind,

the Phantom of the Opera is there:inside your mind.."

Charles sang back dazed, "She's there, the Phantom of the Opera! Beware, the Phantom of the Opera!"

"Sing my Angel, sing!"

He sang his scales as the boat continued its course, heading toward a candle-lit island. There were candelabras everywhere. Charles voice peaked as Belle reached the shore. Belle stepped out and took Charles hand, helping him out.

Even in his trance-like state, Charles gazed upon this woman and took in every detail. The first thing he noticed was the predominate white mask that covered the right side of her face. The left side was breathtaking. She had long brown hair and sharp blue eyes that that pierced right to his soul, along with flawless skin. She was dressed in all black with a cape and long gloves, that were also black. The dress was short, to her knees over black tights. On any other woman, Charles would have thought this very improper. But on her it was perfect. It hugged her curves perfectly. Looking at her this way, Charles began feel things stir inside as he had never felt before, not even for Rachel.

Belle could tell he was staring as he stood there, and not just at the mask. There was almost a growing sensual intensity in his stare. She took her cape and swished it off with an air of style. Gesturing to the grandeur that surrounded her she sang to him,

"I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne...

to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music...music...

You have come here, for one purpose, and one alone...

Since the moment I first heard you sing,

I have needed you with me, to serve me , to sing,

for my music...my music..." She walked around the lair, his gaze following her as she did. Slowly, she walked towards him and sang once more.

"Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation...

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination...

Silently the senses abandon their defenses..."

She took his hands and led him through her lair, lighting additional candles as they went.

"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor...

Grasp it,sense it-tremulous and tender...

Turn your face away

from the garish light of day,

turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light

-and listen to the music if the night.

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!

Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!

Close your eyes,let your spirit start to soar!

And you'll live as you've never lived before..."

Belle walked Charles around showing him everything. All the time, Charles just stared at her. To anyone else it would have been unnerving. But to her, it fueled her desire and made her ache to her core. She so much wanted Charles...

"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you...

Hear it , feel it it secretly possess you...

Open up your mind,

let your fantasies unwind

in this darkness which you know you cannot fight

-the darkness of the music of the night...

Let your mind start a journey to a strange, new world!

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before!

Let your soul take you where you want to be!

Only then can you belong to me..."

As they reached the second level, they stopped. Belle reached up and started to caress Charles' face. He lent into her hand and began to allow his hands to travel on long the contours of Belle's body. Both felt like nothing they had before, almost as one. Charles hand began to make its way toward her mask. As Belle felt this, she quickly grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest. She then continued to sing.

"Floating, falling...sweet intoxication!

Touch me, trust me...savor each sensation!

Let the dream begin,

let your darker side give in

to the power of the music that I write

-the power of the music of the night...

Charles could feel the power she had, it was almost unearthly. He wanted her, and was almost about to move his hands lower, when Belle grabbed them and pulled him towards an alcove. Inside was a life-like mannequin of himself in a wedding tuxedo. It was so bizarre to him, he passed out. Belle caught and carried him, with great ease, to a bed in the shape of a swan. She laid him slowly onto the silk sheets. She caressed his cheek as she finished her song.

"You alone can make my song take flight

-help me make the music of the night..."

Belle pulled on a chord and a sheer curtain fell around the bed. She walks away towards her organ. When she reaches it, she sheds her top layer, a long sleeved pull-over, leaving herself dressed in her sleeveless black dress. She sits down and begins to work on a composition.

Well, how was that? Okay, I need some help. I don't know what to do for Il Muto or Don Juan. Ideas would be a great help. Also, how would you like me to end it? I'm torn between following the movie and making it a happy ending for Belle. Review and I will send you phantom plushies! ^^ (I wish I could -_-) Review anyways please!