Thanks for waiting so long for this chapter. This is when everything goes down, so it had to be good.

I am actually in an exam period at the moment, so finding time to write is hard and the quality has to be right too.

Anyway, enough of my excuses.

Destiny Xavier16, indeed. There will be a lot of angst and anger and fighting in the next chapter.

Angel's wings, well I doubt they will have to break anything to Nadir. He could be dead.

So it continues.

Lily waited. She waited so long that it actually started to hurt, everything had gone wrong. Cynthia wasn't supposed to go missing, she had planned out that night perfectly. Then he messed it all up.

Now, still in her dress and with her make-up smudged in a disgraceful way she clasped her hands together. It collected the tears, mourning the loss of her dearest Nadir. She had wanted him so bad... Desperately. Now he was gone.

Cynthia was all she had left. Good, innocent little Cynthia. Though she loved her sister dearly, unconditionally, she wasn't enough. What she needed was a lover, someone to spend the rest of her life with. That could have been Nadir.

"Can I help you, Miss?" A kind looking man, clad in black approached her. The years had not been kind to him, his face sagged and wrinkled, but there was wisdom in those bright green eyes. With a limp, he walked towards her.

"Oh," She sighed sadly and gathered up her dress skirts, "I doubt anyone can now." he sat down on the pew next to her. Placing his hands over the thick, leather-bound book on his lap.

"You do know child, that despite my age- I am a good listener." He gave a cheeky chuckle, "In fact, it is my job you know? Has been my job for fifty years now." But Lily stood, turning away from him and walking down the pew.

Before she left, she stopped and looked around. Then in a dark and unsettling tone said,

"No forgiveness should be given to one such as me." she was gone.

Erik and Cynthia emerged from the tunnel. Despite the nights activities, everything was relatively clean. A strange silence loomed over the opera house. Not even any of the cleaning staff lurked about, no one was smoking just outside. Everything was in fact, barren.

Erik took Cynthia's hand in his and kissed it. She gave a smile and he started to walk away, but she had to stop him.

"Cynthia, I have to leave. You must go home, your parents will be worried about you." But her grip was vice like and she stopped him.

"Erik, come back to my household. Meet my parents. They'll want to meet you, you can't live in that cave forever. Besides, Nadir-" He cut her off with a kiss and started leading her out of the Opera house.

"Come along then, let's get into a carriage." But the strange thing was, there were no carriages. No shops were open, the busy high street wasn't streaming with people. Even beggars cleared themselves off the streets, the silence was a strange sensation.

Cynthia could feel the cold and dark atmosphere that loomed over them, hearing the first rumble of thunder to come tumbling over them. That was the only sound in this usually busy place. "This way." Erik prompted her to follow him.

He led them down some winding alleyways and out onto an open field. The first few droplets of the coming storm arrived, dampening Cynthia's auburn hair. In an instant, he whipped off his cloak and wrapped it around her. He gave her a warming hug.

"Stay here, my chilly kitten. I'll be back in just a minute." Erik left Cynthia, she stood patiently as more rain began to fall and the air chilled to an ungodly temperature. How had she come to put so much trust into one man?

The sight of her stood in the rain, clutching her hands and soaked to the skin made him chuckle slightly as he approached, tugging on the rains of his jet black, silky horse. Cynthia's face lit up when she hear the clack of horses hooves through the thick mud. "Cynthia, this is-"

Before he could finish, she sprinted towards him and wrapped her arms around the horse neck. She stroked it's main and giggled endlessly.

"It's a horse!" She gasped and played with it's ears, "What does it look like?!" she asked as she nuzzled it's face.

"His name's Sylvester. He's tall, beautiful, glossy black fur and big, round, brown eyes that any woman would die for." He smiled and took her hand, leading her to the saddle, guiding her foot to the stirrups and gently pushing her onto his back. He managed it in one swift motion. Then, with a flick of the reins, they trotted off.

"Lily, Darling. Please, stop pacing." Insisted her mother, Gwyneth, as she poured spoon after spoon of sugar into her already sweetened tea. "You're making me and Henry nervous. It isn't healthy for us, given our age." Henry gave a smile and the shake of his head.

Despite the wrinkles on his face and his slow step, he was still very much young and heart. No one would persuade him otherwise. Gwyneth, however, would use her age as an excuse to get away with murder. Just like now.

"For goodness sake Gwen, we're only forty-three." He insisted as he pulled the sugar away from her before she done herself some serious damage. But the woman stared at him with a stern, unsettling expression.

"I'm forty-five. You are forty-six. Not forty-three, forty-six." Suddenly realising his error, he scoffed and blushed. Sitting back in his chair.

"Well, I may be forty-six but I still have a spring in my-" As he attempted to lift himself up from his chair, there was a sickening crack and he fell back down. "Ouwhh owhh owww." Gwyneth rubbed his back and gave a smug smile as she lifted the tea-cup up to her lips.

Lily slumped in her chair, biting on her nails. Her mother grimaced and tried to ignore it. But eventually, that snap, snap snap of each nail as it broke off and flew into her mouth became too much and Gwen shrieked.

"LILY FOR GOODNESS SAKE FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO DO!" Everyone stopped and turned around to look at her, who was now gulping down tea. She dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin and cleared her throat as if nothing ever happened.

'Knock, knock, knock' came at the door and they all turned around. They waited patiently for a maid to come in. She looked pale as a ghost and gave but a nod. Before their soaken child and the strange, tall man entered the room.

Thank you.

This is sort of the build up to what is to come.

Reviews would be nice.