A/N: Here is Chapter 8!

Recap

"I understand…I forgot a lot of things when Charlotte died…I mean…" Elizabeth stopped, "How did you let that slip, you foolish girl!" she thought feeling angry with her tongue. "Who is Charlotte?" Erik asked. "I guess I have to tell you sooner or later…" Elizabeth sighed…

"Charlotte was my eldest sister. She was the most desired woman in my part of Paris. Then a man named Joseph Bearmount, her best friend, fell in love with her. She did not return his affections, she liked him only as a friend. Joseph became angry and tried his best to make her love him. He did not succeed. He lost his mind and plotted to kill her. My family knew nothing of the matter until I saw my sister fall backwards and her last words were: 'Joseph…poison…I…not…love…' and her eyes turned in her head." Elizabeth took a breath.

"Dear lord! How can a man kill his love? I didn't even think of taking Christine's life!" Erik shocked at the true insanity of the man. "There is more…I never told my family what it contained, but…I must tell. He wrote:

Dearest Elizabeth,

I now know why I fell for your sister, she was a bride close to my age.

I killed her because she was my barrier to my greatest treasure: you.

You are more of a true beauty.

I want you.

Yes, I know I am twelve years your senior, but I am driven to possess you.

You will be needing a husband soon, it shall be me.

Madly in Love,

Joseph

I instantly ran from my home and I was adopted by Mr. Jacobs-Smith. Charlotte was 27, I was 22. It has been 4 years since that happened." Elizabeth finished on the bridge of tears as Joseph's face flashed in her mind. The lustful look that terrified Elizabeth beyond end was clearly present in his coal-black eyes. Erik held her, despite the idea of invading her personal space, and tried to calm her. "Ssh, it is okay." Erik repeated over and over.

After two hours of sobbing, remembering painful memories, comforting, and conservations of pity and understanding; Jareth left the two broken hearts alone. "Thank you, Erik. I never told anyone the entire story. A broken heart can mend another, can it not?" Elizabeth said without choking. "Yes, I guess it can…" Erik said looking at Elizabeth deep in the eyes. "I should prepare some f-for myself. E-excuse m-me." Elizabeth said as she left for the kitchen. "Yes, a broken heart can mend another. But would the other return the favor?" Erik thought watching Elizabeth walk away.

"I am the sun and the clouds,

You are the moon and the stars.

So different we are,

Strange worlds in the background,

I belong to the light,

You belong to the darkness.

We are opposites, but the same,

For music is in our soul"

Elizabeth sang as the she got the bread and butter. Erik instantly recognized the song, his heart began to race. He went to the kitchen and saw her with her eyes closed as she hummed the song again. Elizabeth opened her eyes and saw Erik staring at her with an unknown emotion to her. "Y-you sing beautifully." Erik said as he broke his intense gaze upon her. "Thank you. Here is your food." Elizabeth said blushing. They ate silence.

"Well, good night Erik. I hope you have a nice sleep." Elizabeth yawned and laid on the black silk sheets. "Good night." Erik said as he laid in his coffin. He crossed his arms on top of his chest and fell asleep.

The Next Day…

Elizabeth was the first to wake up. "What a dream! A masked man, a king, and I told them everything." Elizabeth thought. Then she turned and saw Erik's coffin. "I guess it was real…" Elizabeth wondered across the stone floor. Elizabeth saw the organ and began to practice the scales Erik had taught her.

Erik woke up and heard someone playing his organ. "Must be Elizabeth…she is improving. A little bit more work is needed, though." Erik thought as he climbed out of his coffin. Erik saw her practicing and decided to do his greatest past-time: scaring. Erik careful walked over to her without making a sound. "You are doing better I see…" he said right in her ear. Elizabeth jumped at least a good 2 inches in the air. "That is not funny!" Elizabeth pouted. "Okay…I will make breakfast. I hope you enjoy pancakes." Erik said as he went to the kitchen.

Elizabeth saw a piece of music sticking out of the wooden seat. It was called 'The Music of the Night'. "This must be a beautiful piece…I wonder if I am allowed to learn it." Elizabeth thought curiously. "Erik?" "Yes?" "I found a piece of music falling out of the seat of the organ. May you teach me it?" "What is it called?" "The Music of the Night" "NO! NOT THAT ONE!!!" Erik yelled coming out of the kitchen. "I-I am sorry." Elizabeth stuttered, shocked of the intensity of his anger. "No, it is not your fault…please don't cry." Erik looked at her with pity and sorrow. "I am not crying…why is playing that piece create such intense anger?" Elizabeth asked softly. "I sang Christine that song the first night we truly met." Erik looked down, the stone floor seemed so interesting. "I didn't know…you should play it." Elizabeth said.

"Why? It would only remind myself of the monster I am." Erik said, still not meeting Elizabeth's gaze. "You may be disfigured under that mask, but you are not a monster. You fell in love, everyone is a fool in love." Elizabeth said lifting Erik's head, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "I fell in love with her voice, I was obsessed with her voice…I am monster." Erik said shaking his head out of her hand and went to the kitchen. Elizabeth followed him, determined to show him reality. "You were a fan, you acted better than Joseph. He was a monster." Elizabeth said fiercely. "I committed the same crimes! I made the blood flow to win her heart!" Erik said, about to cry. "Yes, but Joseph shed Charlotte's blood for no reason. You protected Christine! He could have been drunk and took her innocence!" Elizabeth said. "I almost killed her lover!" Erik said as a cold, hating tears streamed his face. "Yes, almost! You let them go! Erik, people who could not see your true beauty despised you. You aren't a monster, they are!" Elizabeth shouted. "Even my own mother? She was an angel of beauty." Erik said, looking into Elizabeth's eyes intensely. "Why would you believe her lies? She saw you as a reminder of your father, so she abused you to let out her anger and hatred against him. Elizabeth said, calming down. "How do you know this?" Erik asked wide-eyed. "I know that a woman lets out her emotions on others. Erik, you are not a monster. You are a fallen beauty, not the fake beauty that is worshipped, inner beauty which I highly find valuable." Elizabeth said and sat down.