Without the presence of Eleana, Erik paced around in his lair with nothing better to do. He had lied to to Eleana the previous day, telling her that he did not have her next singing lesson planned out, but the truth was he already did. He could not really do too much more to his Opera House without getting new materials, leaving him feeling useless. Erik took a look around his lair. It was fairly clean, more clean than it had ever been in months actually. Every thing was nice and neat except for one thing. An item that was very valuable to Erik.

A music box in the shape of a monkey.

The music box layed hidden under a white bed sheet that was covered in dust. Erik walked up to it and pulled off the sheet.

The music box was in a horrible state. He had damaged it not too long after Christine's departure because it kept making him think of her. He examined the object carefully observing that he could repair it in the matter of hours. It wouldn't be hard at all either, for he was the one who built it himself.

Erik began to work on the monkey for some time. He had no idea what time it was, so he checked his pocket watch. He opened it reading that it was past six in the afternoon. Erik's mind wondered about Eleana.

Where did she say her dad was buried at? Dijon?

Erik assumed that Eleana wouldn't go to her father's grave until night time, for must people did. Erik abandoned his project, leaving the monkey on his desk, uncovered and minutes away from being finished. He changed his suit and freshened up a little. Erik grabbed his cape and was out the door.

He called a carriage over, and hopped in, never once revealing his face.

"Take me to the cemetery in Dijon, don't complain about the distance, don't ask me anything, and do as I say. Keep the change."

Erik had thrown a handful amount of francs. He wasn't sure how much he had given the man, nor did he care, but obviously it was more than enough because the man did exactly as he said. All that was going through Erik's mind was that he was going to see Eleana once again.

Eleana had been in a carriage for some time now, she was on her way to visit her father. She was wearing an all black dress with a black scarf around her blond wavy hair. She had picked up flowers for her father with the left over money Erik gave her and payed the carriage driver with the rest of it. Eleana had purposely waited till sun down to go see her father. She knew that her brother Claude and the rest of her family would of visited him a few hours back because they always did at that time for the past four years.

Her carriage driver had finally arrived at their destination. She got out the carriage asking the driver to not wait for her and he left without a second thought. As the cool summer's breeze swept across her face, Eleana walked into the cemetery's opening gate and began to make her way to her father's grave.

Once Eleana reached the grave she placed the flowers down and sat. She read the grave several times.

Christan J. Rochette

1851-1896

Beloved Father and Husband

R.I.P

Eleana could feel the tears forming in her eyes. She knew her father wouldn't want her to cry, he would want her to be happy. He would tell her that he would always be with her, no matter what happens.

"Remember when I was younger father, and you used to tell me scary stories about the North. And the ghost stories you used to tell me about the Phantom of the Opera? Remember when you told me that one day, when you were in heaven you would send me the Angel of Music? Well hes with me father, hes closer to me than you think."

Eleana was not sure who she was talking about, Erik or the boy from the freak show. But somewhere deep down, she knew she was talking about both of them.

"I've met the Phantom father. He goes by a normal name, Erik. Just Erik and nothing else. Oh father, the look in his eyes makes me want to cry. Hes been through so much, even though he will not tell me exactly what had happened in his past, I can tell it is far from good. He is not what everyone makes him out to be, he is so sweet, hes so pure and real. His just like any other human on this planet."

She thought about filling in her father on some of the past events that happened to her.

"I left Charles, you always knew I didn't love him. I'm living in Paris now, and Erik, he is teaching me to sing like the one and only Christine Daae. He told me one day I would be better than her, even though I can't imagine how that would ever be possible. I am safe, you have no need to worry, Claude has done that for you."

Eleana quickly looked behind her. She thought she heard someone moving behind her, but she didn't see anyone. She then decided it must of been the wind moving the branches of the trees.

"Their isn't one day when I don't think of you father. You always will be in my heart, your guidance is the only thing that is keeping me going. I love you."

With that being said, Eleana wiped the stream of tears that descended from her eyes and stood up. She began to walk away from her father's grave until she turned around to give it one last look before she left.

But something had caught Eleana's eye.

A red rose with a black ribbon tied around it.

New tears began to stream down Eleana's face, not due to the absence to her father, but because Erik had been here with her tonight.

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