Okay sorry I haven't updated for a couple of days, school gets in the way sometimes. Well here is the newest chapter. Enjoy!

I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or any of the songs.

Well perhaps the Phantom will let me see Papa tomorrow. I can't leave or I might have to stay here forever. I walked about my room looking at all the fine furnishings inside it. There was a vanity, a swan bed, a nice closet, and a beautiful writing desk.

That night I changed into a night gown and climbed into the bed, wrapping the velvet blankets around me. I lay in bed for a while not able to sleep until I heard the familiar tune coming from the organ. Finally I was able to rest.

The next morning I awoke to silence, the warm air touched my skin as I climbed out of bed. I walked to the vanity and saw my hair was a mess; I grabbed a brush and fixed my hair. I pinned my hair on the sides to keep it from my face, then I went to the closet and found a dress. The dress I picked was a lilac purple with a black ribbon 'round the waist. I put the dress on to see that it fit well on me. After I spent an hour or so making myself presentable, I found myself leaving the swan room.

The air became moist as I stepped out. I looked around and did not see the phantom, perhaps he left already. I looked down at the lake and confirmed that my prediction was true; I knew that he had left because the boat was gone.

I wandered around the lair for a few minutes before heading over to the organ. The instrument was quite beautiful. It was very well taken care of, yet it was old. The once ivory keys turned a pale yellow, perhaps from frequent use.

I walked closer to the organ and sat on the bench in front of it. I stroked the keys, which made an eerie sound once pressed. My hand glided back and forth across the keys, emitting lovely sounds through the air. I looked around at the many music sheets on the organ, my eyes skimmed across the titles until they stopped on one. This was an interesting title, I drew closer to the hand writing and read: The Phantom of the Opera.

I grabbed the sheets and held them up. For a moment I just starred at the title. Then I read the music, it was truly beautiful. Curiously I began to sing the melody.

In sleep he sang to me,

In dreams he came,

That voice which calls to me and speaks my name,

And do I dream again?

For now I find the Phantom of the opera is there,

Inside my mind.

I sang the words with my whole heart, this was a beautiful song. Everything about this man's music always flooded my soul, I felt like I drifted into his world every time I heard his music.

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!

My heart leapt out of my chest as I spun around. The man was getting out of the boat singing the song back to me. I knew he was almost finished so I skimmed the sheet to find the next part, the I began to sing again.

Those who have seen your face,

Draw back in fear,

I am the mask you wear!

It's me they hear!

My spirit and your voice,

Your spirit and my voice,

In one combined,

In one combined,

He exited the boat and walked toward me with his deep topaz eyes.

The Phantom of the Opera is there

The Phantom of the Opera is here,

My mind raced as he stood in front of me, close enough to touch. He drew so close that I generated Goosebumps as he held onto my arms that had fallen to my side. I was no longer reading the music, for I knew the last words.

Inside your mind.

Inside my mind.

We sang the last words slow and soft. His voice moved slowly around me and rushed into my veins. He stood there in front of me for a moment, his emotions reflected into his eyes. He looked sad, like all the sadness ever known was given to him, yet his eyes were loving and kind, caring.

At that moment I felt myself falling. He had the most loving touch, though his hands were cold on my bare arms. He starred into my eyes as I stared back. I then realized something that I thought I never would. This man, this genius was the only man who ever practically made me swoon over him.

I felt a fiery feeling hit my cheeks and turned, breaking from his grasp as quick as I could. Great had he seen me blush? I thought, putting a hand on my head. "Hello Monsieur. You've returned I see." I said, almost uneasy.

"Yes, and I see you are still here." He said after a moment. I turned to face him once the redness had drained from my face. I turned to see him smiling. Yet the minute I looked he turned away and walked to his organ. He looked around then faced me again. "May I have that?" He said. I looked around confused.

"Have what?" I asked.

"My sheet music please." He said in a calm voice. Then I realized I was still holding his music.

"Oh yes, Monsieur Le Phantome." I said as I rushed to him to hand the music over. "Perhaps I should go to my room now." I said turning to leave.

"No," He said.

"Excuse me?" I asked turning back toward him.

"Don't go. Y-You must practice for the part of Elissa." He uttered then cleared his throat.

"Yes Monsieur." I said walking closer to the organ where he sat. "What would you like me to sing?"

"Scales." He stated simply.

Erik's POV

"Scales." I told her. I played the organ as she practiced her scales. She did very well, even though I did have to correct her a few times on her posture. She was the greatest singer that I had ever heard, besides myself and Christine. Yet her voice was outstanding, going beyond Christine's voice. She sang like an angel.

When I heard her singing my music I was angry at first, then I realized how well she was singing. It was beautiful, by the time I had gotten round the corner and entered my lair, she was toward the end of her verse, I had to hear her sing again so I continued on my cue.

She twirled around to face me the moment I began. She was scared at first, but calmed when she realized it was me. I was still singing as I exited the boat, I walked up to her slowly until we were face to face. I was hesitant at first until her breathing calmed, and then I raised my hands to touch her arms. I slowly placed my hands slightly above her elbows. We stood like that for a long time until she turned away from me. Great! I thought. Is she disgusted by me? Of course she is she doesn't even want to look at me! I looked at her for a moment then she said, "Hello Monsieur. You've returned I see." I smiled when she said this. Perhaps she is just embarrassed. I mused.

"Yes, and I see you are still here." I said. After a moment she turned. When she did I looked quickly to my organ and walked toward it. I didn't want her to see what she had made me do. She made me smile. Not many can do that.

I looked around at the papers on my organ, then back at her. "May I have that?" I asked as kindly as I could. She looked around confused.

"Have what?" She said.

"My sheet music please."

"Oh yes, Monsieur Le Phantome." She said practically running toward me. She had the most beautiful emerald eyes I had ever seen. They were deep like a valley, but full of emotion. After a moment I realized she was going back to her room.

"No." I said all too quickly. She turned looking dazed.

"Excuse me?" She whirled around to see me.

"Don't go. Y-You must practice for the part of Elissa." I said nervously. I wanted to hear her sing again.

When we were done with the scales I had her sing Think of Me. She did a wonderful job. "Very good, if you wish we can stop for the day." I told her.

"Very well." She said as I turned to face her. "M-may I hear you sing?"

"Me? I-I don't know, later perhaps." I said stunned.

"Oh please, do sing." She begged me.

"Fine," I said, "but first can you tell me something?"

"Yes."

"Where were you taught to sing?" I asked. I had been curious about this since the moment I first heard her sing.

"My-my mother taught me when I was young." She mused.

"Really? She must have been in the opera. What is her name?"

"What was her name?" She corrected me.

"Oh I am sorry, I didn't know she was-"She cut me off.

"Oh no, no sir. She, she wasn't an opera singer. Her father was a Comte; she lived with a very wealthy family. Then she met my father, he had very little money. They hadn't been married when I was born. My grandfather threw us out on the streets. We lived with father for a while before they got married. Father then started to work for Raoul's family, we became very close."

"Raoul?"

"Yes the Vicomte de Chagny the new patron to the Opera Populaire, and-my fiancé." She said almost heart broken.

"I'm sorry. You must miss him."

"No actually. I really miss my father. But perhaps I should worry for Raoul, he must be devastated." She said looking down and her engagement ring. "Anyway, we were childhood friends and when mother died, Raoul was always by my side to comfort me."

"He seems very, nice." I said trying to sound understanding. I knew her mother's death pained her, I could see it in her eyes. I had undergone pain before, but not the pain of losing someone you love. No I've experienced the pain of beatings and being rejected.

"Perhaps, if you wish you can go and speak with your father." I said trying to make her happy.

"Really, you would allow that?" She said excitedly. "Okay! Don't worry I promise I won't breathe a word about you!" She said excitedly. I smiled and stood.

"Mademoiselle," I said playfully bowing before her. "May I help you into the boat?"

"Oh, yes Monsieur Le Phantome." She smiled cheerfully as I helped her into the boat.

Okay well tell me how you liked it! I think Erik is warming up to Emily. Share what you think will happen next.