A/N- I feel evil for leaving you with that cliff hanger, so I am updating. Of course, the cabbage guy in the last chapter was a reference to Avatar: The Last Air bender. I do not own it. -_- And, Ellaina's answer is where your positive/negative votes come in.

Ellaina could not believe what was happening. Just a short time ago, the One in front of her had been promising to kill her for making her computer game. And now, he was asking her to marry him. It did not seem real; it felt like a dream. Any logical woman would turn him down and head for the hills. Well, any logical woman would have run away after her first encounter with the man. Logic had never been something that Ellaina liked, though. It had too many rules and standards to allow for fun.

It seemed odd that no one was up here with them. They were alone here; they had privacy here. Ellaina had a suspicion that Slendy had done this-somehow shut down the elevator so no one could bother them. She forced those thoughts from her head. She shouldn't be standing here thinking so deeply while he was there waiting for her answer. She managed to get out a "yes."

For a moment it seemed like Slendy had not heard her, as he looked away from her and began going on about how he wasn't good enough for her but how he would do his best to make her happy if she said yes. Then, her answer appeared to break through. He looked back up at her, surprised. He slowly stood up, in a daze, and put the ring on her finger. After a moment he came back to his senses. He picked her up in his arms, spinning her around. You said yes! Ellaina, you said yes! He may not know much of emotions, but he could certainly identify what he was feeling as joy. A part of him had been expecting her to say no to him. That part had nearly overwhelmed him while waiting for her answer. And now, she had agreed to be his. He wouldn't have to be away from her again. He would keep her safe and close to him. It did not seem possible for someone like him to be able to have a chance at something like this.

"I love you, my Slenderman. Did you doubt I would give you any answer other than the one you wanted?" Ellaina asked, smiling as he held her close to him. She heard the elevator doors open. It appeared that the elevator was now working again. She looked up at him, saying, "You made them stop working, didn't you?"

Who, me? Of course not, my Ellaina, Slendy replied, trying to act innocent. She didn't need to know that he had made the elevators stop working. He did not like crowds to begin with. The last thing he had wanted when he proposed to her was a crowd of onlookers. It was likely that at least one of them would have met a sticky end. He did not react very well when stressed, and a crowd would have just made things worse.

Ellaina had planned to retort in some way, knowing full well what he had done. She was, however, interrupted by a security guard rushing up to them. The man began going on and on in French, motioning from the now-working elevator to herself and Slendy. She did not understand a word of what he was saying, so she looked to her…fiancée. It was odd to think of him that way. Her thoughts turned to the need to buy him a wedding ring and herself a wedding dress. They also had to plan when to be married and where. She felt Slender leading her away to the elevator, the guard still following them and going on and on in his native tongue. Needless to say, it was the longest elevator ride Ellaina had ever had before they finally were able to get off and leave.

He began leading her through the town once again. It seemed that they had another location they were headed to. It was not the hotel, so Ellaina was rather confused. When she asked him where they were going, Slendy merely replied that it was a surprise.

"Oh, come on," Ellaina begged, "can't you give me a hint as to where we are going?"

Hints would ruin the surprise, Slendy replied, turning them down another busy street. He fished two tickets out of his pocket and handed them to her. He could deny her nothing, so he provided them as his form of a hint.

She looked them over; unable to read the French language, but then she seemed to remember something-she knew a very few words in French thanks to a novel she had read, a play she had seen once. She looked back at the neat, cursive lettering, and a smile came to her face.

Have you figured it out, my dear? He should have known that she would be able to figure it out if he handed her the tickets. But, she had wanted to know what the surprise was, and he had been able to pick up from her mind that she did not like surprises. He knew better than to go into her mind any longer, but he couldn't help himself sometimes. Old habits die hard. He promised himself to break that habit, at least where Ellaina was concerned.

"I believe that I have, Slendy." Ellaina replied, looking ahead of them at the building they were slowly approaching. She had never seen this place, but she had certainly read enough about it. She was certainly glad that she had decided to dress nicely as she noticed other people dressed quite nicely entering the place. She looked back up at him, smiling brightly. "You, my wonderful man, have tickets for us to see a play at the Palais Garnier. How did you know I like opera?"

Slendy took the tickets from her, handing them to the man standing outside of the Opera House, and led them inside. He had reserved a box seat for them-had reserved the entire box in order to have some privacy. At the very least he would be able to remove the disguise and be comfortable. There was also the fact that he could kiss her if he wanted, but that was just a plus that came along as a plus with the privacy. He turned to face her, standing just outside of the door to their reserved box. Anne told me you love this kind of entertainment, though I have no idea what it consists of. He entered the box, pulling her along with him.

"Oh, well that makes sense. She-wait, what?" Ellaina replied, sitting down next to him in an overly comfortable seat. Clearly, he was spending quite a bit of money on this vacation. Still, why would Anne be telling him about the fact she liked Opera? She still didn't even know what they were seeing.

I asked her what form of entertainment to take you to after asking for your hand. She said you liked Opera. He wished that he could take his answer back. He had never planned on letting Ellaina know that he had discussed this with Anne and Totheark prior to coming to Paris. That's where he had gone off to when Ellaina had been changing into fresh clothing after the scene with his mother.

"She knew you were going to ask me to marry you and she didn't tell me?! I am so going to kill her when I see her again, or better yet, I'll let you kill her," Ellaina replied, glaring down at the stage for no real reason. She grabbed up the program of what was scheduled to be shown tonight. She blinked a few times, looking down on the title of the show before smiling. "Did you also ask Anne what my favorite play was?" She turned to face him, program still in hand.

No, Slenderman replied. It was really something he should have thought to ask. I just reserved tickets for this show on a whim. Is this play not to your liking?

"Not to my liking? Slendy, this play most certainly is to my liking: Le Fantome de l'Opera. It will be fun to see it in the language it was actually written in. Maybe it will follow the novel's plot line and Gaston Leroux can stop rolling around in his grave." Ellaina replied, unknowingly confusing the Slenderman with her response. Again, he really did not understand clichés so he had the image of a man in a graveyard rolling around in the dirt for no real reason. Ellaina, finally getting the impression that she had likely confused him again, sighed. "You have no idea what I just said, do you?"

Not a clue. You know I do not understand clichés.

"Again, can you remind me why I put up with you?"

He took her hand, looking the ring over. Well, perhaps the reason has something to do with the fact that you love me and have agreed to be my wife. Still, he could not get over the fact that she had actually said yes to him. Maybe this was all a dream. If so, he did not want to wake up anytime soon.

"Or, maybe it has to do with the fact that I find you to be adorable?" she replied.

I am NOT adorable.

"Yes, my dear Slenderman, you are." Ellaina smiled up at him as he crossed his arms over his chest, seeming none too thrilled with her. He removed the scarf and hat, tossing them to another chair along with the overcoat. She merely tilted her head to the side. "Trying to prove to me that you are scary and not adorable?"

Most humans would be terrified by this point, yet you have never feared me. Why? He had truly never been able to understand her behavior. He remembered when they first met; she had been sarcastic, not believing he was truly…him. The only times he had seen fear in her eyes had been when he had killed the tormentor, when he had harmed her. Those memories, the ones where fear was in her eyes, were something that he didn't care to think on. But, she still hadn't truly feared him when they had met, and that had always confused him.

Again, she smiled and replied, "I don't fear you because you're adorable." Ellaina quickly realized that he was no longer joking with her. He was always so serious with her at the most random of times. She couldn't blame him though. It was likely quite rare for him to have anyone to speak to. She sighed, thinking over his question. Finally, she replied, "When we first met, I knew of your reputation and what you were capable of. If, and I was pretty sure you did, you had had the intention to kill me, I had known there was no way I would be able to get away, to fight you. There was no point in being afraid of the inevitable."

Slendy looked away from her, down to the stage where the musicians were warming up. He did not know what to say in response. She had resigned herself to death by his hand? No one had ever felt like this before he had taken their lives. They always felt fear; they always begged for their lives. She had expected to die because of him. He wouldn't kill her, but…hadn't that been his original intent, to kill her? The thought of killing her now seemed impossible. The play is starting. He said it more as a way to distract himself from his thoughts than to inform her about it.

Ellaina leaned into him, muttering that she wished she could understand what the characters would be saying. She, of course, knew what the storyline was, but it would still be nice to be able to understand what they were saying. Then she felt, something, something slipping inside her mind. As the first few lines began, she actually…understood. She looked up to Slendy. "Did you-"

Yes. Now, let's see what happens in this play of yours. It will be my first.

Intermission had finally begun. Slendy did not like this story one little bit. Why would this Christine character choose the Opera patron over the Phantom? The man in the mask was able to speak to her very soul. Surely, by the end of this play, she would end up with the Opera Ghost. He slowly forced himself to his feet, needing to stretch. Pain shot up his spine as he did so, though. He tried to ignore the pain, not let Ellaina notice his pain. Why did this pain keep coming to him?

Ellaina had noticed his hands clench with pain, though. "Are you alright?" She did not notice the fine lines of black that had begun forming under his white skin. He had not noticed either.

I'm just stiff. Perhaps if I walk around a bit, it will help. He turned to pick up the scarf and hat, putting them back into place along with the overcoat. It was too hot to wear them, but he had no other choice if he planned to go out amongst the people. He paused at the door, turning back to look at Ellaina who was just relaxing in the chair. Would you like anything? Seeing her shake her head no, he left the box. He did not know where he planned to go, but he ended up in the restroom. Perhaps water could distract him from the pain?

He placed his hands under the steady stream of water though it did nothing to distract him from the pain in his back. It was annoying to him, this pain. Why did his body decide that it now had to give him this pain? Could this pain not wait until after the vacation? As he pulled his hands out from under the water and began to dry them with a paper towel, he took notice of his hands. The veins, the only normal thing about his body, were no longer blue but a dark, inky black…like the chemical that had made him into a monster. A sudden understanding came to him, though he did not know where this knowledge came from. The chemical had finally begun to work against his body; it had finally started to destroy him entirely. Slendy looked away from his hands, not wanting to acknowledge what this meant for him. He did not fear Death, but he did not want to leave Ellaina's side. She loved him, had agreed to be with him. How could he leave her alone in this world? He couldn't. There was nothing he could do to stop what was going to happen to him, so he would make the best of the little time he might have left with those who cared for him. He would not tell Ellaina of this, or Totheark, or Anne. No one need to know that he would soon be gone from this world.

A/N- I do not own Phantom of the Opera.—Disclaimer. I hope you liked this update.