Here is another chapter!

I do not Own the Phantom Of the Opera Just my OC.

Erik's POV

"Fine." I said. She starred at me as I looked into her eyes. Maybe she won't care. Perhaps she is different from others. I slowly lifted my hand to my face. I hesitantly grabbed on to my porcelain mask. "Are you sure?" I asked. She simply nodded and looked at my mask.

I pulled the mask off. To my surprise she didn't move or make a sound. I closed my eyes and felt tears coming from my eyes. "How long has it been like this?" She asked calmly. I opened my eyes and looked at her

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"How long have you had it?" She said. I stared into her eyes. I didn't see fear or repulse, I saw curiosity and interest.

"I was born like this." I said after a moment. She looked at my face and extended her hand toward me.

"May I?" She asked

"Yes." I said as she touched my deformed cheek. I felt her fingers glide across the drooping skin. I closed my eyes again as she touched my partially exposed skull. I winced because I thought it would hurt. She immediately pulled her hand back

"Did I hurt you?" She spoke almost ashamed of herself. I opened my eyes and looked into her emerald ones, which had turned pale green from her crying.

"No, you didn't." I said reassuringly. "I'm fine." I smiled at her and she smiled back. She looked down at my mask and held her hands out.

"May I see it?" She asked kindly.

"Here." I said handing it over. I stood from the ground and walked over to my miniature version of the stage. "You must practice for the opera." I said as her footsteps came closer.

"The opera, I will not be in the opera." She said.

Emily's POV

"The opera," I almost forgot. "I will not be in the opera." I told him. He turned to face me.

"Yes you are you have to be." He said sternly. I handed him his mask back and turned to go to the organ.

"Christine will be Elissa, not me." I said recalling the events that took place about an hour ago. "I thought you would want her to have that part, you are her teacher; you should be happy for Christine."

"Fine, if you do not want the part, do not take it." He said angrily.

"Phantom, I am sorry but I think it is for the best that she has the part." I told him hoping he wouldn't have another mood swing. I reached the organ and starred at a few pieces of music, then turned to face him.

"W-why didn't you scream?" He asked as he looked into my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"When most people see my face, they scream or call me a m-monster. Why didn't you?"

"Most people, I am not most people. I know what it feels like to hide something, to be afraid of what people will say. I understand the pain of not feeling normal. When I was younger I wore my hair up until a girl began to chastise me about my scar. She said I was disgusting and re-repulsive. I felt so alone and out of place, Monsieur I know what it is like to be rejected." I told him as he walked toward me.

"I-I am sorry." He said.

"Do not pity me Monsieur, I do not what pity." I said as he came even closer.

"I do not pity you. I Madame don't want pity either. I just want someone to understand, you understand." He said as he hugged me. I felt a tear fall down my cheek as he hugged me.

"Thank you Monsieur. I-I must rest." I said gloomily. He smiled as we detached from our hug. I forced a smile and walked to my room.

Okay there you go. I know it was short, but I have been doing some pretty long ones lately so deal with it! No I'm just kidding.

Erik: What is next?

Me: I can't tell you! You will spoil the surprise.

Erik: No I won't.

Me: Yes you will!