Okay here is the next Chapter. Please Review!

Erik's POV

"You told him!" I yelled.

"And I am sorry!" She sobbed as she fell to the ground, "But I could not let you kill him!" Her cries were loud and instantly made me feel her pain. At that moment I myself fell to the ground and broke out in tears.

"A-are you crying?" she asked as she lifted her head to see me. I felt her gaze and dropped my head so she could not see my tears. "I-I am so sorry. I didn't mean to tell! But you were so angry. I feared for his life!" She said begging for forgiveness.

"No, no do not be sorry. I am a monster you had the right to fear me." I said rising from the ground.

"You are not a monster!" She looked at me sternly. How could not, be a monster I thought.

"You are mistaken Madame, I am an ugly vial creature." I gestured for her to take my hand, when she did I led her back to my lair without a word. She was silent the entire boat ride, never once glancing at me. Had I convinced her I really was a monster? Once we were back at my home she instantly went to her room.

An hour or so had passed, when she finally emerged. "I have been thinking." She stated as she walked up to me. I rose from the bench at my organ. "You said that you were 'an ugly creature'." I responded with a simple nod. "Then why on earth are you so handsome? And why are you so sweet and kind to me when you're not having a mood swing?" She asked, her questions hit me so hard that I was stunned for a moment.

"Handsome?" I asked baffled. "How on earth could I be handsome?"

"Oh but Monsieur you are!" She insisted. What was she thinking? I was never considered handsome in my life!

"I am not kind either." I told her.

"You let me live! You trusted me to keep you and your home a secret! I am sorry I did not keep the entire promise Monsieur." She said. I sat back down on the bench and starred at my boots. "Monsieur?" She asked, "May I ask, W-what is under y-your mask?" I instantly threw my head up and starred into her eyes.

"M-my mask?" I repeated. "Nothing of your concern." She starred at me for a moment then walked closer.

"Monsieur, I can tell it troubles you. Please tell me." She looked into my eyes and sat on the ground in front of me. "Please Monsieur." She said grabbing my hand. I stared at her hand for a moment, trying to keep myself from crying again. Was she trying to comfort me? I have never been consoled before.

"Madame, you do not want to know. You will hate me." I finally said after a moment.

"Hate you? Why on earth would I hate you? You shouldn't torcher yourself over such things as this. Please tell me." She said. A minute passed and I did not answer her, she sighed and stood. "Wait here." She said as she walked back to the swan room. I could hear her pacing for a few minutes then she came back out.

Her cheeks were red and I could see a stray tear on her left cheek. "You have something that you hide from others; and that's your face?" I nodded and starred into her eyes as she walked toward me. "I have something that I have always hidden from others. She pushed her hair from the right side of her neck as she sat back on the floor. "You may look." She said looking down at her free hand that lay in her lap.

I looked at her neck, she had a scar that went from the middle of the back of her neck and stretched upwards just below her ear. "W-what happened?" I asked. Before my grandfather had my mother and I thrown out," She paused and let her hair fall back in place. "He tried to h-have me killed. My mother wouldn't let him, so he just threw us out."

"He tried to kill you?" I asked.

"Yes, he had one of his servants try to." she paused once more. I sat on the ground next to her. She turned to me and leaned against my chest. "He wanted to kill me!" She cried out. I hugged her even though the touch of another person was still awkward.

"It-It's alright, you're okay. Your fine." I said trying to comfort her. She lifted her head from me and wiped her tears. "Your turn." She said forcing a smile.

Alright review!

Erik: People are starting to like it.

Me: I know. Do you like it?

Erik: Well I am a little bit of a softy. But it's alright.

Me: Merci mon Cherie.