thegeyerguesthoouse, thanks once again for a great review. I do try my hardest not to make grammatical errors and try to fix them during proof reading. However, I do tend to the miss them. I'm still developing my writing style and experimenting with all kinds of techniques so I promise I'll get better.

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Cynthia stood before him. With her violin and bow in hand she took big deep breaths, it confused her. Why did he want her to play? She hadn't played in so long. Besides, always criticised her.

"Cynthia. Play." He demanded once again in a low, authoritative tone as he crossed his legs in the red, velvet arm-chair. The auburn took up her bow, she had no idea what to play. Nothing anyone ever played satisfied him.

So she stood with her bow pressed against the strings nervously, like a rabbit under the head lights. She licked her lips, her legs were wobbling. Why was she so nervous? Why did she want to please him so badly?

The phantom sighed impatiently, his foot tapping slightly against the cavern floor. What in Gods name was she waiting for, an orchestra? This waiting was driving him crazy, he wanted to hear her play again! Like that night when she snook into the Opera house with Nadir and played alone on the stage. It was perfect.

Her music set a fire in his heart that easily competed (and won) with Christine's. A fire he'd now long forgotten. After waiting far too long, he stood and walked up to her.

She gasped as he neared closer, she could almost feel him towering over. Huffs and puffs were coming from him. But he walked straight past her; she felt almost disappointed.

Moving her bow from her violin, she felt her shoulders sag down. Where did he go?

That's when she heard a strike of notes run through her. It was high and sharp and unusual, not exactly melodic- but intense. It slowed, slowed, slowed- then stopped.

This time, the rhythm was slower and more melancholic... a song that Erik hadn't played since he opened that mirror and dragged her into his depths of despair. But she didn't seem to want to join in. So instead he quickened the pace.

He closed his eyes, allowing that dark melody to take over him again and then-she struck her bow and joined in. He turned around to see her bow moving over those strings with rapid pace. She spun and twirled with as much skill as a practiced ballerina.

It was almost as if with every move she was a sultry goddess. He began to get distracted and slowed the music, but like his puppet she got washed away with it. So he played his song; as he gazed upon her, she was an angel. The true angel of music.

She slowed her movements, even in her face he could sense the sincerity in the music. For a second, she opened her eyes. It was almost as if she had seen him truly for the first time.

That's when he saw her lips part, as she whispered to herself "and I know he's here...". Once again, he switched melody. To the first song his Christine had played on stage. He wanted to see her try it.

And she was absolutely flawless. He watched as her lips whispered the lyrics to herself, her body moved with the music and in that dress she was practically glowing. Dazzled by her beauty, he stopped playing. Not even noticing that though his fingers twitched- he never met the keys.

She noticed this, and continued to play as she walked over to the piano. Closer and closer to him, then switched to the song written out as scribbles on the piano. His eyes recognised it immediately.

One part of him wanted to snatch the music from her sight and stop this entire charade. But another part... his soul wanted to join her. No song was as beautiful, when she played it- it was magnified into pure bliss. So he sang.

"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination." He stood up from his seat and walked up to her. His eyes scanning over her angelic form as he began to circle her. He wanted to take in all of her splendor.

"Silently the senses abandon their defenses...Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor." As he moved closer, he could feel her relaxing into it. She played like a woman possessed, with such finesse and ease. It was like she had been playing for hundreds of years.

"Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender." Her playing wasn't enough, he had to touch her, so he laid passionate strokes along her silken skin."Turn your face away from the garish light of day,turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light." Her playing stopped as she succumb to his euphoric voice and its godden flavour.

But they needed no music. All they needed was his voice, her response and the silence itself was an orchestra.

"And listen to the music of the night-" His voice was interrupted by hers. It was something beyond comprehension.

"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before..." It wasn't strong, it wasn't unwavering. It was low, suggestive, sultry. Almost toxic upon any man who hears it.

"Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar." Erik moved in and wrapped an arm around her waist as he fused his voice with hers. "And you live as you've never lived before..." Slowly, her head turned until he could almost feel her soft, hot breath upon his skin. Those auburn locks, tangled in his fingers like a fiery spiders web. Perfume was strong, lingering from her.

"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you, hear it, feel it secretly possess you." He sang in her ear, almost a whisper and her eyes closed. It was almost as if she really could see him. See him for a person, see through to his damaged soul.

"Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind-"She pulled away, turning to face him and sing directly to him.

"In this darkness that you know you cannot fight." Her hand-picked his up, brushing along his palm as she pulled even further away. "The darkness of the music of the night."

Yet, he couldn't stand not feeling her touch! Gripping hold of her hand before she could drift away from him entirely, he yanked her back in desperately.

"Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world, leave all thoughts of the life you knew before." Slowly, she stepped further and further into him, that soft hand moving up to his mask... "Let your soul take you where you long to be!" Her hand dropped as his voice overcame her again.

"Only then can you belong to me..." One more time, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. Sighing at her warmth.

"Floating, falling," Now her voice was mixed with sweet, whispering breaths. Each consonant was emphasised sharply and bruskly, all vowels dragged out in a low- provocative demeanor. "sweet intoxication...Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation."

He let his hands roam around her, doing as she said, taking in each touch and breath like it would be his last. Then caught the breath to sing once again.

"Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write...The power of the music of the night." She took in big, deep breaths as she slowly turned around.

Their lips were meer millimetres apart, each soft breath could be felt. Each twitch could be seen, ever flutter of the eyelashes felt on the others cheek. Once again her hand rose, resting on his mask. He was too lost to care.

And she took it off, letting her hand caress the deformity underneath. Never grimacing, never pulling away in horror and laid a small, sweet, fleeting kiss upon his parted lips. Then pulled away to sing,

"You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night..."

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