Thanks all of you that faved, reviewed, and followed, it means a lot to me.

And(I almost forgot) thanks for my two buds for helping me come up with what to do next.

Aaaaaannd(curse my memory) I thought I'd get the disclaimer done with. I'm not gonna do it again.

I don't own Phantom of the Opera...any of them

The day went by slowly.

Agonizingly slow, to be precise.

The girls, Lillianna and Josephine, had lessons and Lucielle left for an outing with other women not much later after Draco left for work. She offered to take Lorna with her, but Lorna politely declined, not wanting to deal with questions that were sure to come about her flawed face. She lifted a hand to her plague and walked up to her guest room, shutting the door loudly. Carefully, she slid off the cover of her missing eye. Keeping her face down, she sat in front of the vanity, looking up ever so slowly to gaze at the marred face of her own. The eye lids were burned off, showing off the empty socket to the world. It was red and crusty, glaring at her from the mirror. Glazing from the right side of her forehead to the end of her cheek, back along her neck, onto her shoulder and into her dress, then back out along her right arm, the skin was a fleshy pink, jutting out from it's smooth counterpart.

Placing a hand to cover her burns, she gazed at the scars on it as well, letting out a distressed sigh.

A small knock sounded at her door. Lorna fumbled for her eye patch as it opened, but to no avail; The intruder saw the whole of her face.

Lorna let out a shriek and bent burying her face into her knees. The other stood frozen, staring into nothingness.

"Out! Get out! What are you doing here!? Out!" Lorna screeched, barely gaining any composure. She finished pulling the eye patch on to gaze at the person who had seemingly just wanted to be with her.

It was sweet, little Lillianna.

Erik was mad with happiness. He hadn't been this ecstatic since...well...never. But he was happy, and nothing was going to spoil it.

He had concocted a plan to steal away the woman. He had assumed that the young businessman of the name Draco Belndia to be of relation to her because, from the few times he's seen him come to the Opera with his family, he looked a great deal like her, except for the unavoidable differences due to her being a woman and Draco a man. Him being an 'Angel of Music' was out of the question since it failed before, so a different approach was needed. He also had a feeling that she was nothing like Christine, in appearance and soul. But his plan was to find out when or if she was coming to the Opera House. He had no doubt that eventually she would come, but in slight chance that not, he would go out to find her and kidnap her from her family. When she came to the Opera, he would beckon her into the darkness, or an unused room, knock her out, then take her to his home where she would live with him for the rest of their miserable lives.

"It's perfect!" he belted, almost clapping his hands in delight.

Erik was getting close to finally going mad from loneliness and want for a female companion. Meeting a female with a face closely rivaling his own nearly drove him off the edge into insanity, not from hatred, but from that want and need.

But, dang, he was hysterical.

Tonight was the appearance of the new Prima Donna, so he would expect her to come. If she didn't want to, then her family would probably persuade her to anyway.

Tonight. Oh what an exciting time indeed!

No. Not Lily. Why did it have to be her?

After Lillianna realized that the monstrous being she saw was in reality her Aunt Lorna. She couldn't believe and just stood there gazing over Lorna's scarred face, watching her aunt break down into sobs.

"Oh Lily..." Once she heard Lorna say her name, Lillianna was snapped out of her trance-like state, and started tearing up.

"No...Lily. Shhhh, don't cry, Lily, don't cry", Lorna spoke, tears still cascading down her face. She had fallen to the floor and attempted crawling to her deranged neice.

Lillianna's face changed instantly from a sad child to horrified.

"No! Stay away from me! You're not my aunt! You're a monster!" She shrieked, running out of the room leaving Lorna bawling, staring at an empty space.

She heard a door slam, then crying at the other end of the hall.

Lorna slowly stood up and closed her door, falling back to the floor in front of it, her tears coming to a slow end.

After about an hour, the wails of Lillianna ceased. Gaining back some confidence, Lorna left her room and gently knocked on the door of her niece.
She heard a quiet 'come in'.

Lorna creaked open the door. Stepping inside, she found the blonde sitting on her bed, hands folded neatly in her lap.

"Lorna", she started, "I can not see the need for coming here."

Lorna's eyes widened.

Is my face really enough to traumatize a child into becoming an adolescent?

"Oh sweet Lily. What happened to you?" she said, sitting next to Lillianna on the bed and wrapping her arms around her. Lillianna made no move to move away, or any to get any closer.

"What happened to me, you ask. Well I'll explain: I was going to see my aunt, I had a few matters to discuss with her, but when I opened the door, my aunt was not there. In her place was nothing more than beast wearing part of my aunt's face." Lillianna pulled herself from Lorna's grasp, standing to be out of her grasp. "They were somewhat similar. The same hair, body, clothes. Even the burns that I knew covered half of her body, but the eyes were what differentiated them. While my aunt's eyes were a beautiful yellow, the other hidden but surely just the same,...this had the one the exact same as her's, but the other. The other was what set it apart. It was a rotten hole as an excuse for what would have been for my aunt. This impersonation was a monster none-the-less."

When Lillianna finished, Lorna couldn't hold back a sob.

"Honey, do you think Lorna's alright?" Lucielle asked, gesturing toward the sunken form of her sister-in-law. Draco stared at Lorna for a few moments then continued walking with Lucielle.

"She hasn't acted like this since she and I were on the streets. Did she go out while I was gone?" Draco sighed holding his wife's hand in his arm.

"Not that I know of. I left for a luncheon with some ladies and she didn't want to go, so I would suspect that she was in the house all day." Lucielle reached and grabbed the Josephine's hand with her free one.

Lorna stayed at least five paces behind the family. The right side of her face always covered by a hand, but it was still kept facing down. She wore a dark green dress, matching that of Lucielle's, but much plainer. Of course Lucy wouldn't allow her to wear any that she packed, so it was still of the latest fashion. As for her hair, she put it up into a cluster of braids, Lucielle had hers down.

"Monsieur Belndia!" a heavy set man yelled and ran up to the family, panting.

"Monsieur Austgen, what a surprise! Are you on the way to the Opera as well?" Draco said cheerfully, releasing Lucielle to clap a hand around the man's back.

"Yes, of course! Wouldn't miss it for the world! The new Primma Donna's supposed to be a beauty, you know?" He said, elbowing Draco in the side.
Draco backed away and laced an arm around Lucielle.

"You must remember Austgen. I am a married man!"

"Oh shush! Now where's that little angel daughter of yours? I see you have one, but the other is gone!" He looked around them, landing his eyes on Lorna, but quickly move them away from the distraught form. Lucielle stepped forward.

"She's home. She said that she didn't feel good enough to come with so we left her in the care of the maids."

"Oh shame for her! She's going to miss a great performance tonight!" He exclaimed, gaining momentum to walk up the steps of to the Opera house. Lorna walked slowly behind, trying to avoid as much attention as she could.

When entered, Draco wrapped an arm around Lorna's shoulders while still holding Lucielle's arm. Lorna tried to move away, but he kept her in place.

They managed to make it to the seats without much interruption. Quietly, the rest of the crowd settled down into their own seats and the Opera began.

Lorna could barely stand to look up. Whenever she willed enough courage to face the world, a face of perfection and beauty stared back down at her. Evidently, she barely saw anything of the performance.

Come to me...

She whipped her head up, looking around at every corner, searching for the source of the voice.

Come to me...

She readied herself to stand, but Draco pulled her back down, mistaking her actions of wanting to flee. She turned and glared at him with every hate she could muster. He gave a wounded look, a true wounded look, and let her go. She shot up and trotted off into the back corridors of the Opera house.

Come to me...

She rounded another corner, seeing a shadow move in the next hall. She dashed across the floor and skidded to a halt. It was a dead end. She was about to head back when a hand gripped her shoulder, pulling her into another being. She would have screamed if they hadn't put her out with chloroform.

After the Opera at the Belndia house...

"Draco! Where'd Lorna go?" Lucielle ran up to her husband panting and worried. He gazed at her sadly.

"She left during the middle of the performance. I thought she'd come home", he said.

"Well, obviously, she didn't!" she screeched, "Where is she!?" Draco just sat, ignoring Lucy's wailings, his head in his hands.

Lucielle quieted down when a knock was at the front door. Draco got up to answer it but when he opened the door, no one was there. He was about to go back to moping but a letter fluttered down before him. He grabbed it when it was eye-level to him and left, back to the hysterical Lucielle. He sat back down and read the note aloud.

Draco and Lucielle Belndia,

No doubt you are worried for the young woman I have taken from you.

But do not fret, she is safe with me.

She is my property now and I will not be very forgiving if you try and take her from me.

Do not try any attempts.

With best regards,

O.G.

Oh dear, oh my. This chapter was harder than it was supposed to be. Because of this, the rating has gone up to 'T', and I have figured out that it will no longer be as funny as I had intended. And sorry for not using really any of your ideas my buds, I just kind of went along with it. I have to relate this to snowboarding; If I just do what the board wants me to, I won't fall.

Farewell