A/N: I know I have not updating lately, but homework has been cruel! And my relatives came up for Thanksgiving…interventions all around!

Jareth: Yeah, you were feeling pretty low. You didn't even write!

Erik: At least it is better now, okay?

A/N: Yeah…enough of my complaining. You guys deserve a chapter

Erik and Elizabeth appeared in a grand Library. "Wow…this is enormous!" Elizabeth said with awe and wonder laced in her voice. "Yes, my cousin is quite the book worm." Erik said shyly. Elizabeth ran down the isles and saw many names of people of the past. She finally stopped in the Fantasy section when she asked, "Erik, please tell me the true story." "The true story? Of what?" Erik said hoping it was not his. "Yours, I may know the fairy tale, but it is the true story is where the heart lays." Elizabeth said. Erik's hopes were crushed.

"Well…it all started when I was born. I was disfigured. My cousin rose while my mother hid me in shame. My father left her after he saw how she treated me. He was killed two days later. When she was to that the police found him dead, she beat me so much that blood flowed like a waterfall." Erik showed Elizabeth the scars that were on his arms, "Then when she had enough of me…she sold me to gypsies. I was abused, barely allowed anything to eat, and mocked everyday. Then, Madame Giry saved me and brought me here. I lived in peace until she arrived." Erik said remembering that little girl who became his obsession. "You mean Christine Daae, correct?" Elizabeth said feeling pity for the lost soul in the masked man. "Yes, I heard her singing at the chapel and began to teach her. I deceived her to believe that I, a lonesome gargoyle, was her Angel of Music. I taught her until she turned eighteen. I made myself believe I was in love with her, but I have now seen that I loved her voice. I was full of rage when I discovered that she loved another, who loved her in return.

It was until she kissed me, I felt guilt. I let her and her lover go, because she did not love me, she was saving him." Erik began to cry at his selfishness and obsessive love that it seemed no one wanted. "I…I can't even imagine that kind of pain, all you wanted was love. I do know how to heal it, though." Elizabeth said as a tear threatened to flow down her cheek. "H-how c-can y-y-you h-heal th-this k-kind of p-pain?" Erik asked as more tears flowed behind his mask. "To fall in love with someone that can help you nurture the pain and make you forget all about that rejection." Elizabeth said touching his cheek. Erik stared deeply into Elizabeth's eyes. After a good two minutes, Erik looked away and said, "I believe we must go and eat. I am sure we don't want those goblins to steal our food, would we?" but he was thinking: "I am tempted to let her love heal me, but I don't even know if she wants to be my friend."

Erik escorted Elizabeth to the dinning hall. The giant table had enough seats for twenty. Two crystal plates and silverware were set right across from each other. "I thought I told Jareth this was a meeting, not a date!" Erik thought as he saw the candles and roses all around the dinning hall. "I know you did, but it is a first date! Romance her!" Jareth's voice crept into his head. "I will lasso you later for this…it is not a date!" Erik thought as he pulled out Elizabeth's chair with a nervous smile. "I know you will kill me for this…but I will die happy knowing that you 'like' her." Jareth's voice said. Erik could have sworn that Jareth was smirking. Erik sat in his chair.

The food was served and eaten in silence. "Elizabeth, what is your favorite flower?" Erik asked trying to break the awkward silence. " I would have to say…roses. They represent that life or even love has a little pain before the good comes." Elizabeth said her eyes on her plate. "Roses are my favorite, too. I like them because every rose or beauty has its thorn or pain." Erik said happily. "What, if I may be so bold to ask, is your favorite time of day?" Elizabeth said finally looking into Erik's golden yellow eyes. "I like the night. Everything can be seen in a new way. A imagination has more inspiration when it can not see things the way they are suppose to be." Erik said in a serious tone. "I like the sunset. It shows that all opposites can come together and make something beautiful." Elizabeth answered. "Why did you ask me my favorite time of day?" Erik asked quite curious. "It shows how a person's mind can work. You like the night, so you might love dark and creative things. You see the stars in the night, so you might have a special ability. You see the moon in the night, so you might have an influence that seems greater than you, but you are exactly alike." Elizabeth explained. "Wow…how did you come up with that?" Erik's eyes widen at the words coming out of her mouth. "I think a lot…and I thought about the human mind." Elizabeth said looking away. The dreadful silence returned. "I feel…this is…" Erik began but Elizabeth finished: "Awkward?" "A little. I just…I…don't know what to say. Then the clock struck, there were ten hours left.

"Is there a music room here?" Elizabeth asked. "Yes, there is. It is my favorite place here. May I escort you?" Erik asked holding out is arm. "Yes you may" Elizabeth said giggling. Erik to Elizabeth to the most beautiful music room Elizabeth ever saw, even more than her dream music room. It had instruments that she had never saw. A golden harp, a black piano, a perfect violin, a sliver flute, an acoustic guitar, and an organ were the only ones Elizabeth recognized. "What is your favorite instrument?" Erik said happily, seeing Elizabeth's eyes full of wonder, excitement, and awe. "I can play the piano, a little bit, but my musical heart belongs to the organ. It has a horrifically beautiful sound to it." Elizabeth said looking longingly at the organ. "I could teach you…if you wish." Erik asked hopeful. "I am only going to be here…" she glanced at the grandfather clock, "nine and a half hours." Elizabeth sighed. "That is plenty of time to learn the basics. I can teach you, you know that." Erik said.

That is what Erik did. He taught her the proper position and how to curve her fingers. Erik was happy until Elizabeth asked, "May you teach me one of your pieces music?" Erik looked afraid. "I…ah…um" "It is okay if you aren't ready to play…those. I still with to play those pieces of music…you must be brilliant to be the Angel of Music…" Elizabeth sighed. The clock struck one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve times. "I do not wish to go…I like it here…with you." Elizabeth said getting up from the bench. "She wants to stay…with me?" Erik thought shocked.

"Yes, I do believe she said that." Jareth's voice returned to Erik's mind. "If John loses…can she stay with me?" Erik asked hopefully in his head. "That is up to her, not me." Jareth's voice said. Elizabeth went to the window and finally saw the Labyrinth. "I-I don't live here…I really live…" Erik began. "I know, under the Opera House. I am surprised that the stage had very little damage…and that the seats were replaced so quickly." Elizabeth finished. "Yes…but I have moved further down. I guess I can show you sometime." Erik said shyly. "I would like that Erik…" Elizabeth said as she turned from the window to Erik's gaze.

"We have forty-five minutes left…and he is not here yet…maybe if he loses…Jareth can let you…stay with me?" Erik asked nervously, hoping he didn't ask too much of her. "I need time to think…I want to…but I don't know if I can leave my father…" Elizabeth said sitting down, her hand on her hand.

Erik walked out of the music room and shut the door. He slid down to the floor. "She is going to leave me…just like Christine. I hope I can convince her to stay…if that fool loses. If he wins…I'll…I'll… I can't, she will belong to him." Erik thought as all his hope washed away with one cold, helpless, and crystal clear tear slid down behind his mask.

A/N: Oh no! Will Elizabeth stay? Will she go? Will I punch Jareth?

Jareth: HEY! Why are you mean to me all the time!

Erik and A/N: Because it is funny

Jareth: You two creep me out when you do that. I thought Erik and I were related!

Erik: Well, cousin. She understands where I am coming from.

A/N: Yeah, people today said I can't sing.

-Jareth and Erik hug A/N-

A/N: Thanks guys. Please review! It would make me happy!