Okay hey guys please tell me if you liked the last chapter. Emily better be careful, I hope she is. Like always Read and Review. Sorry short chapter.

Emily's POV

I did my best not to move but when Erik came back in the room I tried to sit up. He rushed over to me and laid me back down. "Stay there." He said as tears rolled from my eyes.

"What did he say?" He sat on the edge of the bed.

"He said to lie down." A tear went down his cheek and he stroked my hair.

"What else did he say?"

"Nothing, just lie down and don't get up until your all better." He reached down and kissed my forehead. "If you do that you'll be fine." He cooed into my ear.

"Did you and Philipe," I paused so that I didn't cry from the pain. "Talk?" He shook his head.

Erik's POV

"Go then. I don't want you two fighting again." I looked at her and cupped her face in my hands.

"Who is he?" She grabbed my hands and held them at her heart.

"He was a friend when I was very little. We were friends even before I met Raoul."

"Why did he call you his wife?" She giggled but instantly stopped to wince at the pain.

"When we were little, we thought we would get married one day. We pretended we did and he calls me that every time we talk." She said weakly.

"You would never really marry him right?" She looked at me and pressed our lips together. I took advantage of the moment since the boy was in the room. We held the kiss for a while then I pulled away.

"Erik, I love you. You are the only man I will ever marry. My heart belongs to you." She smiled weakly and sighed as much as the pain would allow her. "Will you sing to me?" I smiled and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Anything for you Mon Ange." I stroked her hand with my thumb and sang her to sleep. Once I knew she was asleep I stood and glared at the boy. "Downstairs now." He looked at me then complied.

"Well what do you want?" he said once we reached the bottom step.

"It's not what I want, it's what she wants. If I got to choose, you would leave and never come back." He crossed his arms and starred at me.

"You couldn't get rid of me; she would want me to come back. She wouldn't just let you send me away."

I walked down to the kitchen, he followed as the maids stood there starring at us. "Y-yes Monsieur." One of the girls spoke up.

"May I ask if Emily was waiting for someone to meet her at the house when she first arrived." A girl with black hair walked closer to me.

"Yes." I looked at the boy and crossed my arms.

"Did she describe them to you?" The girl nodded.

"Yes, she said he would have black hair dark clothing and," She paused and looked back at the other girl. "A mask." She said gesturing to the porcelain on my face.

"You see monsieur," I said turning to the boy. "She was expecting me, not you." I pushed past him and walked back upstairs. The boy must have been dumbstruck, so I left him in the kitchen. I decided to turn my attention to exploring the house.

It was in need of repair but it would be fine for the time being. I opened a few doors and discovered bedrooms. I opened another door and to my surprise found a grand piano. I didn't know how it got there but I didn't care.

I examined it; it was old but looked refurbished. I sat down on the bench and began to play one of my compositions. Suddenly the maids and the boy, Philipe I learned his name to be, walked in. I stopped playing and turned around. They were all gawking at me.

"What?" I asked as I stood.

"May I ask where you learned to play like that Monsieur?" The dark hair maid asked.

"I taught myself." I tried to keep the conversation limited, I wasn't quiet used to so many people being around.

"If you wouldn't mind me asking, will you play again?" She starred at me in amazement.

"Why not." I sat back down and began to play again.

Hey I'm sure he will take good care of her.