Sorry Erik isn't in the story very much yet. I added him into this chapter. Thanks guys for reading my stories!

Lottie's POV

I sat on the kitchen crying for about two minutes before Leah and Natalie found where I ran off to. "Charlotte, where are you?" Natalie called before finding me in the kitchen. "There you are. Why are you crying? Was it something we did?" She pointed to herself then Leah.

I shook my head. "No, it wasn't you guys' fault."

"Was it that thing that happened?" Lee asked. I shot a glare at her.

"No. I was just thinking about something that made me sad." Natalie gave me a worried look. "That's all." I stood and dried my tears. "What other movies did you bring?" I asked walking out of the kitchen.

"I brought Les Miserablés!" Lee said excitedly. I rolled my eyes.

"What's with you and that movie?" She gave me a childish look.

"What's with you and Phantom of the Opera?"

"Touché." I told her as she rummaged through her bag. She finally found it in her bag and the three of us headed down stairs.

Five Hours Later

"Lottie it's like twelve o'clock. Can we go to bed now?" Lee asked me.

"No Shh." I scolded her before looking at the T.V. screen again. We were watching Phantom of the Opera again.

"But we already watched it. Can we go to bed; you can stay up if you want." I turned to her.

"Be quiet already! I love this part." I said looking back again. I starred at the screen intently as Erik and Raoul clashed swords. I gave a childish squeal as Erik swished his cape. Natty looked up at me.

"Lottie, we're going to bed. Goodnight." I nodded.

"Night." I said before Erik sliced Raoul's arm.

Erik's POV

I rode Ceaser my black stallion all the way to Paris. "This is the last time." I always told myself, yet I kept coming back. I hide Cesar in his old stables I had made him. I fed him and went down to my old home. It had been destroyed by the mob the night I had performed Don Juan Triumphant with her. Oh how I missed her, I wished and hoped she would come back.

It had been years and I knew there was no way she would want to come back. Perhaps if I couldn't have my Christine, maybe there was someone else who could love me, or learn to love me. I went to the swan bed and sat down. Ever since my first trip back to Paris I had slowly rebuilt my old home, by now I was almost done but it still needed a little work.

All that was left to fix was my own room. I had instantly started working on Christine's room, it had been long completed but I still came in and sat on the swan bed remembering her. I put my head in my hands.

"I wish someone would love me, and be mine forever." I whispered to myself. Suddenly I heard a cras come from the room that held my miniature stage.

Charlotte's POV

The movie was over and the ending made me cry again. How could Christine be so cruel? I closed my eyes and thought about what I would do if I was her; even if I didn't love Erik I wouldn't have been so mean to him.

"Erik, I wish I could show you that someone does love you." I said to myself before falling asleep.

I felt a chill I opened my eyes and saw that I had no blanket on. I stood up and looked around. I had to be dreaming. The room looked just like the Phantom's lair. What was going on. I felt my head ache and I fell to the floor. I sat there for a moment looking at the floor trying to keep the room from spinning.

I heard footsteps and a pair of black shoes stopped in front of me. "What are you doing here?" I froze. That sounded just like the Phantom from the 2004 movie.

"Gerard Butler?" I asked looking up. A smiled crept across my face he looked just like Gerard Butler. "Now I know I'm dreaming." I said slowly standing up. Finally the spinning stopped. He looked at me as if I was the weirdest person on Earth.

"Who's that?" He asked his eyes were a topaz blue and he wore his stark white half mask.

I shook my head. "No one. May ask who you are?"

"Who are you?"

"I asked first." He rolled his eyes.

"You are a stubborn child aren't you? I am the Phan," He paused. "I mean my name is Erik." I smiled.

"Hello Erik my name is Charlotte. You can call me Lottie." He cringed. I probably shouldn't have said that. "What's wrong?" He shook his head.

"That was the nickname of, some I cared for."

"Did you love her?" He nodded.

"What are you doing here?" I was surprised at how calm her was even though I had invaded his lair, even if I didn't know how I got there.

"I-I actually don't know. I was watching a movie then I fell asleep. I woke up on the floor." He turned around and looked at me.

"A movie?" I smiled.

"Oh I forgot I'm in 1870."

"1876 Charlotte." He said. I smiled.

"Right, well I'm not from here. I-I'm from 2014." He looked at me and frowned.

"Excuse me? Is that a place or are you actually speaking of the year?"

"The year." He gave me a bewildered look. "Well anyways movies are moving pictures." He looked at me confused.

"Have you hit your head child?" I giggled.

"No, but I think your missing something very important." He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. "You're missing your temper. Shouldn't you be angry at me for being here?"

"My temper isn't as bad as it used to be," He paused. "And where are you?"

"In your lair."

"I thought you didn't know how you got here."

"I don't but that doesn't mean I don't know where I am. And it doesn't mean I don't know who you are."

"And who am I?"

"You're Erik, The Phantom of the Opera."

"How do you know that?"

"Well in my time, we know a lot about you. Like you were in love with Christine Daae, an Opera singer. She ran off with the Viscount Raoul de Chagny. Oh, and you love music. You are a composer, you sing, you are handy with illusions, and you 'haunt' the Opera house."

"How do you know all of that?" He gave me a strange look that was mixed with anger.

"Oh I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought her up. But I told you that I'm not from this time."

"Do you think me a fool?" I shook my head.

"No but I told you," He grabbed my throat. "It l-looks like you have y-your anger back." I said between gulps of air.

"Tell me how you know about me."

"I-I." I felt his hand tighten around my neck, I was certain he was going to kill me. "I-I r-read t-the," I couldn't breathe. When I didn't finish he threw me to the ground. I gasped for air as he leand down next to me.

"Now tell me." He hissed.

"I read the book, and I watch the movie all the time."

"The moving pictures?" He asked I nodded. I felt my neck where his hand once was. I could already feel the bruise forming.

"They are about you; they even talk about your life before the opera house."

"Like what?" I stood and looked at him.

"Does the saying Devil's Child ring a bell." He gave me a look like he wanted to strangle me again.

"H-how do you," I cut him off.

"I told you I'm from the future." My breath hitched in my throat. "And I think I know how I got here. If this isn't a dream." He cut me off.

"Which it's not." I rolled my eyes.

"Then my wish may have brought me here."

"Y-your w-wish." He stuttered. "What was it?" My cheeks became very red and I turned away from him.

"I-I it was, well I um." He turned me towards him.

"What was it?"

"I-I wished that I could um well show you." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Thatsomeonereallydoesloveyouandyoudon'thavetobealone."

"What?"

"I wished that I could show you that someone loves you and you don't have to be alone." I was completely embarrassed. His cheeks turned red and I turned away again.

"Th-that's interesting. I-I actually wished for something too." I turned around and looked at him. "I wished that someone would love me, and well, never leave like she did." I turned around and felt several tears fall from my eyes.

"Really?" I was still crying but I was also giggling. He nodded after a very awkward moment he came closer to me.

"Are you alright?" He said touching my neck lightly.

"It's fine, I've had worse." I walked past him. I though quickly of something to change the subject. "I thought the mob would have destroyed the place, but it's beautiful."

"They did, I had to repair everything, and I'm still not finished."

"Really, it looks perfect I would never have thought they were here." I turned around and he was right behind me. How did he do that? We were literally close enough that our lips could have touched. Even though he was so much taller than me, but he had leand down.

"I-I well thank you." He stuttered and staggered back a little. I sighed and looked around.

"I-I'm sorry about showing up unexpected like this."

"No it's fine; it's a good thing you showed up while I was here."

"Well you would have come here later anyways."

"Well I don't really live here anymore."

"You don't? Where do you live?"

"The countryside of Rouen, France." I gawked.

"Really, you went back?" He looked at me very confused.

"You were born there weren't you?" He nodded.

"I suppose you know that because your from the future." He teased.

"Well yes, so are you going back? Or are you staying here? Or what?" He looked around.

"Well do you like it here?" I nodded.

"Well we can stay here for a while, but I will have to make trips back to Rouen but you can stay here till I come back."

"Wait we." He nodded.

"Well I figured you would want to stay, based on our wishes." I blushed and nodded.

"Well maybe we can switch back and forth between places, I mean I don't know how attached you are your home in Rouen." He nodded.

"Well when you wish to leave we can go to Rouen." I nodded.

"Well I don't know how long I'll be here and," He cut me off.

"I was hoping forever." I looked at him stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I wished for someone to love me and stay here forever." I nodded and walked to the organ. I sat on its bench and felt tears fall from my eyes. "What's wrong?" He said sitting next to me.

"If I'm here forever then my mom and friends will miss me."

"Well you said you're from the future so technically they aren't even born yet so they can't miss you." He told me I thought about this for a moment.

"Your right. I shouldn't be upset, it's fine." I sighed and calmed myself down. "So if I'm staying here where do I sleep?" I asked he jumped up and motioned for me to follow. We walked into the swan room and I let out a Phan girl squeal. Erik turned around and gave me a strange look.

"Sorry I'm just a major Phan Girl." He gave me another look.

"A fan girl?" He asked.

"Well its pronounced fan but it's spelled P.H.A.N. and that's just a group of girls who are," I blushed "Basically obsessed with you." He blushed back and showed me around the room.

"Here is your writing desk, bed, and the bathroom is over there." He smiled at me.

"Thank you. What time is it?"

"3:45 am." He said after looking at the grandfather clock. "There are some dresses in the closet and a few night gowns in the dresser."

"Thank you." He smiled and left the room. I sighed and changed out of my pajamas and into a night gown.

I opened the Persian curtains and saw him sitting at the bench of his organ. "Good night Erik." I called he looked at me.

"Good night." I went back in the room and blew out the candles before climbing into bed. This better not be a dream I thought before falling asleep.

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