I was dreaming of her once again.

Erik sat in his bed reliving the dream he had of the girl he once loved, over and over again. No matter how hard he tried not to think of her, his mind always found the loopholes, fighting her way back into his mind. It was hard enough not being able to ever see her again, to never hear that voice again, but reliving their precious moments they once shared together was worse than hell itself.

Trying to escape his thoughts of the girl who he dared not to speak her name, Erik began to work on his new project on reconstructing his Opera House. He began his project by sketching out what the new Opera would look like, and then soon after transferring it to blueprints.

He then made a list of essential materials he would need in order to begin working. Since Eleana had so kindly offered her help to him, he decided to ask her the favor if she could fetch the items he needed. He was careful to ask her for items he was sure would not be too difficult for her to carry, for she was so fragile.

He withdrew his writing quill and some parchment, and began to write an letter addressed to Eleana. He finished the letter within minutes, and placed it into a envelope along with 1000 francs, which would be more than enough for her to buy the items he needed. He sealed the letter and then put it aside.

Erik freshened up by taking a hot bath and shaving, even the masked side of his face, which was something he rarely did.

He examined himself in the last remaining undamaged mirror in his lair. He was wearing his normal apparel which consisted of his black suit, white shirt, black pants, black gloves, cape, and his hat.

Erik could not help but notice he had been acting in a complete different behavior lately that was so unlike himself. He was often tidying up his lair, and keeping up with his personal hygiene. He wondered when the last time it was when he tried to look appropriate for the account of others, but abandoned the thought as soon as he realized the answer.

He then retrieved the letter, and began to make his way to the exit of his Opera House.

Erik walked outside, squinting his eyes due to the brightness of the sun directly above him. He could not recall the last time he had walked outside in broad daylight.

He began to make his way to his destination unseen by using deserted ally ways and by jumping from roof top to roof top. After over ten minutes of traveling, Erik finally made his way to the inn which Eleana was staying at and made his way to the back of the building. He climbed up the vines that led to the window of her balcony.

He was relieved to see she was still sleeping, but couldn't help but feel guilty at the same time. He had been so foolish and lost track of time the previous night, which kept Eleana up past normal hours.

As quietly as possible, Erik cracked open the white wooded window and placed himself into her room. He walked up to her bedside, watching her as she slowly breathed in and out and her eye lids shifting back and forth. He could tell she was dreaming. Of what, he did not know. Was it of him?

"I need to learn how to sing for the man I love."

Reciting this painful sentence Eleana had told him a little over a week ago, helped him realize that she was his student, and he was her teacher, and nothing more. He was not going to let this end badly like the way it ended last time.

He walked slowly to her bedside and placed the letter to her left side, hoping that she would be able to notice it when she woke up.

Before he knew what he was doing, Erik began to lean in on Eleana about to plant a kiss on her forehead, when he came to his senses of what he was doing and quickly left her side and turned around leaving the way he came in.

He silently made his way out of the cracked window leaving it open, not wanting to leave.

"I will be waiting for you, Mademoiselle Eleana."

With that being said, Erik jumped of the balcony with a quiet but audible thud, retreating to his lair.

"Come here quick!" Charles yelled out as he read the present days newspaper.

"What is it?" Eleana said in a worried voice, tossing aside the bag she was knitting.

"Listen to this 'Christine Daae Missing!' " Charles read out to Eleana the headline of the front page.

"Is that the young prima donna we saw last night?"

Christine Daae had preformed "Think of Me" the night before and Eleana could not stop thinking of it ever since. She dreamed to have a voice as pure and sweet as hers; Eleana could not even croak a note if she tried.

Eleana and Charles were in Paris celebrating their engagement by seeing a new show held at the Opera Populaire the previous night.

"Yes." he said as he was in the middle of reading the article.

"Give it here!" she demanded as she snatched the newspaper from her fiancee's hands.

She knew that her actions were extremely unlady like but with Charles she could care less. She was not in the best of moods with him, but it was nothing that he did. It was her, no matter how much she tried to love him, she could not even show the least bit of affection towards him. She did not know why this was until last night. She could not love Charles, she was in love with another man, and she had fallen in love with him way before she even knew Charles. The man was the boy from the freak show, for his voice had won her over almost instantly. Eleana began to read the article.

Christine Daae Missing!

The Phantom Returns-

Those who believe that the Opera Ghost had left the Opera Populaire

for good are once again proved wrong. Christine Daae, age 24, was kid-

napped shortly after her trimumphant performance in the new Opera

show, La Corlatta,as the lead role (originally supposed to be played by

Corlatta herself, but was absent due to a sickness).

Witnesses say that Miss Daae was last saw alone when she returned

to her dressing room shortly after her performance. Monsieur Viscount de

Changy infroms the press he heard a mysterious voice of a man in Miss

Daae's dressing room, but when he walked in, their was no man to be found,

or Miss Christine Daae.

People of the Opera are known to believe this man as the famous Op-

era Ghost. Rumor around the Oprea is that Christine has been taking singing

lessons from the no other Phantom of the Opera himself. It has been said

that Miss Daae believes him to be her 'Angel of Music'. One of the ballet

girls from the Opera says that Christine Daae could not even croak a note

if she tried three months ago-

Eleana had lost all interest in the article and read the last sentence over and over again. She could not wrap her mind around the idea that Christine could not sing until three months ago. She sounded like a professional, as if she had been singing for her whole life. But that all changed, with the help of the mysterious Phantom of the Opera. She had vaguely heard of him in her past, for her brother Nicolette used to try and scare her by telling her he would hang anyone in his sight.

But, Eleana knew what she had to do now. She had to meet the Phantom, she needed to learn to sing for the man she loved in return.

Eleana woke up to feel a light summer breeze sweep across her face. She tried to remember if she had left the window open when she had fallen gone to bed last night, but then recalled that she didn't because she was so tired she did not have the energy to do anything else besides to fall asleep.

She stretched her arms wondering how late she had slept in. Then she hoped out of bed to the sound of what she thought was paper hitting the ground. She looked down to be proven right and picked up the letter.

She had no doubt about who it was from because it had a seal with a big letter "E" on it. As Eleana felt the rush of excitement run through her veins, she quickly tore open the letter wanting to read what Erik had to say.

Dear Mademoiselle Eleana,

If you turn over this sheet of parchment you will notice I have provided you with a list of items

I will need in order to begin my project in restoring my Opera House. Since you so kindly volunteered

yourself in helping me in completing this project, I have to ask you to please retrieve these items for

me as soon as possible. I have provided you with 1000 francs which is more than enough for you

to purchase the items I need. Please feel free to spend the remainder of the money once you have

bought all of what I need, it is my pleasure and is no burden at all. I appreciate this very much Eleana

and will also have to ask you to come to my Opera as soon as you have finnish these errands.

Until then Mademoiselle,

I remain your loyal and obedient servant,

Erik

Eleana could not help but read the letter over and over again. She held it close to her chest thinking about the fact that Erik had been her room this very day.

In a hurry, Eleana freshened up, got dressed in one of her only four dresses she packed to Paris, and was out the door.

The errands Erik had left her with to do only took her a little over an hour. She had a remainder of 575 francs and was weighing the options if she should spend it or not.

He said it would be his pleasure, so why don't I just spend it? Or would that make me seem desperate and poor? Well what if I get something that pleases Erik and I? That would seem fair.

After purchasing the item of her choice and supper for the both of them, Eleana headed back to her inn to change, and then set off to Erik's lair.

She traveled the now familiar path down the streets of Paris and reached the entrance to the Opera Populaire. Eleana made her to Christine's old dressing room and then opened the portal mirror which led her down the corridor that looked as if it were never ending. After several minutes of walking, Eleana hopped into the boat carefully and began to row to shore.

Eleana could here music coming from a distance and listened with her full attention. Once she reached the shore, she was able to tell that the music was coming from Erik playing the pipe organ.

The music was filled with every single emotion imaginable. It was hard for Eleana to explain but she could tell the music was telling a story. It began with nothing but sorrow and sadness but then soon turned into hope and love. The love seemed so strong and passionate, as if it were someone experiencing it for the first time. But then the love turned into rage and jealousy. The music had turned into a loud tune that expressed a large amount of anger. But then the anger turned back into love but it was not the same, this love was closer to obsession. But then all signs of love had vanished, as if it were ripped out of someone soul, leaving them with only lonesomeness.

The music had come to end and a voice had caught her attention.

"I was not expecting you so early, Mademoiselle."

Erik paced around his Opera House debating whether or not to play his pipe organ.

Eleana should not be here soon, for the sun still has at least an hour until it sets.

He decided that maybe playing his instrument only for his sake could not hurt, if anything it would help him.

Erik placed a single finger onto his pipe organ and slowly began to compose that music of which dwelled inside his soul for the last two years.

His music started out with sadness but slowly transferred into hope and love. The love was so strong and passionate, so real. But this love was spit back at him and the music turned in rage, fury, and most of all jealousy. But the jealousy turned into vengeance until love returned. But this love was different. If was forced, it was true or real. But then all the love had disappeared and was only left with lonesomeness and sorrow.

Erik knew exactly what story his music was portraying. It was every single once of emotion of which he had ever felt for Christine. But now that he had finally released the music which had been shouting inside him screaming to be let out, he felt like a part of his soul had left him. Not a good part, if had any good in his soul, but a bad part of his soul. He was glad to feel it leave him and feel almost normal. As if he had finally excepted Christine's departure.

"I was not expecting you so early Mademoiselle."

Erik could feel her presence in the room, it was so strong and pure. It seemed to swallow all the bad and darkness from his lair and renew it with a pure light.

He got up from the bench of his pipe organ and turned around to greet Eleana, to find her starring at him, silently weeping.

"Eleana, what is wrong? Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" Erik asked helplessly.

He could not stand the sight of tears. All he ever seemed to do was make women cry.

Eleana starred at Erik as if trying to speak but was not able to force any words out of her mouth.

Erik approached her and wiped some of the tears that were streaming down her face. Her emerald eyes looked so beautiful, but he could not stand not being able not to see them swimming with tears.

"Eleana, please, tell me what is bothering you, tell me how I can help." he pleaded.

Eleana did not speak a word, but instead dropped the basket which held the items he needed, and ran up to Erik giving him a huge hug and silently sobbing into his chest.

Erik did not know how to react, but his emotions seemed to have a mind of their own. He felt a strange sort of feeling go through his body, but it was not a bad feeling, it was a good one. He could not describe it, but he knew it was not the first time he had felt it. Hesitantly he placed his hand softly onto her hair and rocked her back and forth.

"Shhhh...Eleana it's alright, you're okay." he tried to reassure her.

She pulled away from him, letting the last of her tears descend from her eyes.

"Now, please can you tell me what is wrong?"

"Your music...it had brought me to tears."

"It was a sort of melancholy tune, was it not?" he said smirking.

"Oh, yes it was! But so much more. Their was just about every single ounce of emotion in their, it was so beautiful."

Erik was glad to here this. He had not played his pipe organ, let alone any instrument, in over two years. Her kind words gave him the reassurance that he could still play.

"Thank you, Mademoiselle, for your kind words."

Eleana looked around at the lair trying to hide her face, and eventually starring down at her feet. He could tell she wanted to say something but was too embarrassed too.

"Eleana, is their something you wanted to ask me?"

She looked up at Erik with her face turning a deep scarlet red.

"That music, it was about Christine wasn't it."

Erik tried to hide his flinch when he heard the name of the name of the women he once loved. He wondered if he should tell her the truth or not, but decided it would be best to not keep secrets.

"Yes, quite in fact it was, Eleana. You got all of that from just listening?"

She nodded her head, letting him know she did.

"Mademoiselle, I'm am proud to say that you have the gift of music."

She looked at him as if he had spoken a completely different language.

"How can you say that when you have just composed the most beautiful piece of music I have ever heard? It is you that has the gift of music, not me. I can not even compare to your talent, or Chris-"

Eleana had cut off her sentence sort. He guessed she had noticed he did not like hearing her name. Eleana began to stare down at her feet again.

"Ah, that is where you are wrong, Eleana. Once I am done with you, it is I and even Christine who will have no comparison to you."

Erik had hoped him saying this would brighten her up some. But don't get him wrong, Erik meant every single word he spoke. And finally he was rewarded with the familiar heartwarming smile that Erik loved.