Hey guys! Sorry for the short fic, I just wanted you guys to have something to read until Saturday! I am promising you now that things are going to get interesting very soon and to not quit reading now. The story may have a turn of events *hint hint* perhaps Eleana finally reveals the bug mystery about the man she loves *hint hint* Eleana gets a job *hint hint* More on the Moulin Rouge (which by the way is an awesome movie, I recommend you watch it, It is my personal favorite movie and POTO phans will love it. Its set in the 1900's France, its a love story, and a musical THE MUSIC IS AWESOME and bring tissues is all I will tell you) and also *hint hint* Erik gets jealous...over what? Keep reading to find out. AND i will be having more songs soon from both Phantom and Moulin Rouge. And when my story gets more towards the end their is an UBER SHOCKING EVENT that will have you jump put of your seat. :)! Keep reading I love you guys your what keeps me writing!

In his lair, Erik sat down going through the items Eleana bought for him. He was impressed that she had retrieved every item he asked for. Eleana sat on his pipe organ's bench, with her back turned from him, examining the musical instrument. Erik had not taken into full account of what Eleana had looked like today due the misunderstood incident not too long ago.

She was wearing a dress that looked brand new. It was a goldfish brown elegant dress that was tight around her waist and seemed to flow from her hips all the way to the floor. The sleeves were loose towards the very end of her arms and had lace that was lighter than the color of the dress. The colors of the dress accented her honey blond hair profoundly. Her hair was closure to curly then straight today and was pulled back into a loss bun with stands of curls hanging loose that reached to about her jaw line.

Erik was at a loss of words when Eleana turned around to face him. He didn't time to turn away to pretend as if he wasn't starring. She turned a deep scarlet red and looked down a her feat. He had obviously embarrassed her. As soon as his mind was capable of thinking of something to say he began to speak.

"If I may say, Eleana, you're dress is quite lovely. It suits you perfectly."

She looked at him with her beautiful smile as if she had just accomplished something important.

"You like it? I was hoping you would!"

She wanted to impress him? It was hard for Erik to hide a smile beginning to form on his face.

"Why is that, Mademoiselle?"

Eleana giggled quietly as if he should already know the answer.

"Well you see, I used the money you told me I could spend to buy the dress. I almost thought of just giving you the money back, but you said it would be no burden to you if I spent it. So I thought about it for awhile until I came to the conclusion that I would buy something that would not only bring joy to me, but you as well. And you like it!"

She was thinking of him? Erik wondered what this meant, but abandoned the thought shortly after.

"That was very thoughtful of you Mademoiselle."

"Not as nearly as thoughtful as leaving me money to spend, thank you Erik."

"You are quite welcome."

With that being said Erik turned around and returned to his project. He started by planning out what needed to be replaced when he heard a short sweet tune coming from his pipe organ. Was he imagining this himself? He was so used to composing music to himself in his head but this one seemed to be real. He was sure it was coming from Eleana, but something besides the music caught him off guard, it was the beautiful voice that began to sing the lyrics to the music.

"Here those bells ringing soft and low.

Ringing peace through out the twilight glow.

Caught into everyone, night has begun.

Turn from your weary child, days work is done

Here them ring while I love and die, drift and dream to there lullaby."

Eleana's song had come to an end. Erik had not noticed he had stopped what he was doing to listen to her. He could defiantly tell their lessons were paying off, she had already improved so much since the first time he heard her sing.

A thought had hit Erik. At the rate Eleana was learning, she should be as good of a singer as Christine in two months. In two months she would leave him to be with the man she loved. And that thought scared him more than anything.

Erik tried to stall his thoughts by coming back to reality.

"That was beautiful Mademoiselle. Did you compose it yourself?"

"No, it's a lullaby my father used to sing to me as a child."

Erik had never really given thought to Eleana's life outside of their lessons.

"If you don't mind me asking, where did you grow up?"

"In Dijon, I lived their all my life, until now."

"So Paris is a big change for you, correct me if I am wrong."

She seemed to give some thought before she answered.

"No, you're right, it is a big change for me. The city is much bigger and their is so much to admire. I have only been here twice in my life. Once when I was a little girl and the last time was two years ago. And still I have yet to see all of Paris, or go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, which is something I would love to do some day. But in a way, the cities are almost the same, I can not help but feel home here."

Two years ago... He could not help but think of how different his life was then compared to this very moment. The thought sent chills down his spine until he realized that they were in the way almost the same.

"What brought you here two years ago?"

"I was celebrating my engagement."

She was engaged! She had never mentioned this to Erik before. He had looked at her right hand several hands to make sure she was not wearing a ring. Why hadn't she told him? He thought she didn't know the name of the man she loved and now she's engaged to him! Was that the man in her room not so long ago?

Erik turned around to hide his anger. He tried to speak as casually as he possibly could, but their was still noticeable annoyance in his voice.

"I do not recall you telling me you are engaged."

"I'm not. At least not anymore. I left Charles to come here."

Her response was not at all what he expected to hear. But he heard sadness in here voice.

"I left everyone to come here...my brothers, my mother, and Charles. Poor Charles." Eleana said quietly.

Erik could not help but notice that she had not mentioned her father.

"What about you're father?"

Erik turned around to face Eleana now that all of his rage had left him. He was truly curious of what she had to answer.

"He is in heaven now. He died four years ago, actually tomorrow it will be five years."

"I am sorry to hear so. I know what it is like to loose someone close to you"

Erik knew exactly how Eleana felt.

"He still watches over me, I know. Everyone in my family is against me coming here. For leaving my future behind to go and do something I want to do. What I need to do. But if my father were here, he would tell me to start living my life and to stop living others. So I left."

Erik knew that Eleana was not done talking. He waited patiently for her to continue as she got up and began to pace around.

"My brother Claude", Eleana gave a quiet laugh aloud as if she were remembering a private joke, "he visited me at my room at the inn I am staying at not to long ago. He and I were the closest to my father and ever since he passed away...oh I am so foolish, I will stop my whining I am probably boring you."

Erik reacted almost immediately. He got up from where he was working and walked over towards Eleana.

"No please, continue, I am truly curious of anything you have to say."

Eleana nodded and continued from where she left off.

"Anyways, ever since he passed away, my brother has been trying to be like a father rather than a brother to me. He criticizes everything I do, thinking I could do better. But it hurts, he looks so much like my father."

Eleana was starring down at her feet the whole time as she talked. She finally looked up, trying to pull herself together some and spoke.

"I will not be here tomorrow for my singing lesson. I'm going to Dijon, to visit my father at his cemetery if that is okay."

Erik had barley just caught what she had just said. He felt such pity for Eleana, she had loved her father so much. He also felt foolish for even thinking that the man who was in her room not too long ago was the man she loved. It was her brother. Erik wondered why she was even asking for his permission in order for her to miss her lesson tomorrow.

"By all means Eleana, don't let me become a reason for you not to go. I have not even prepared our next lesson and I could work on my Opera House some more."

Erik didn't want her to not show up tomorrow. Her visits were something he looked forward to, perhaps maybe too much. But he knew this was important to her and that he could not keep her from going.

Erik escorted Eleana to her inn. They made their way to the back of the building when they heard laughter coming from not too far away from them. Erik turned around with his cape hiding himself so that he could find out who it was.

It was a couple of drunk women and men stumbling around in the dark, laughing at something he assumed was the least bit from funny. He recognized some of the girls, mainly by the attire they were wearing.

"Moulin Rouge dancers... They can be a lot of trouble, please try and stay clear of them."

Erik didn't want Eleana to have anything to do with them. Moulin Rouge was a dance club, not too far away from Opera Populaire and Eleana's inn. Dancers their were called cortazans; they sold their bodies to men in order to get something they wanted or for money. The dancers sang at the Moulin Rouge but their style of music had never really grabbed his attention, it was a disgrace to music in his own opinion.

Erik stayed outside of Eleana's inn until he saw her light go out. He then wandered into the shadows of the night, making his way back to his lair.

The song that Eleana sang in this story is not mine. It is form the POTO 1940 verison movie. I do not own any of the lyrics. It is called Lullaby by the Bells i think.

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