He had been called a magician, but never did Eleana think the Phantom of the Opera was capable of anything like this. Somehow the Opera Ghost managed to transport her and Erik from the Musque Ange to the Opera Populaire in thin air.

Sing

It was strange, seeing Erik the way he was before, acting like the infamous Phantom of the Opera. He was intimidating and mind controlling. Usually Eleana would put up a fight when she was taken somewhere against her will, but the power Erik was possessing her was unexplainable.

Sing for me. . .

A voice kept whispering inside Eleana's head. It sounded so real, as if Erik had whispered it directly into her ear. But she knew it was not possible because he was ten feet in front of her, clasping onto her hand forcing her down a mysterious pathway in the Opera House she'd never been before.

Sing, my angel of music!

Eleana did not know if she should obey the voice or not, but she wanted to please the voice for some reason. She wanted to fulfill his request and before she knew lyrics of a song she had never heard before began to escape from her mouth.

"In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me and speaks my name

And do I dream again for now I find

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside my mind"

She looked behind her, unsure were she was exactly and wondering where the voice was coming from. But, before Eleana knew it, the voice sang back to her.

"Sing once again with me

Our strange duet

My power over you grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me to glance behind

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside your mind"

Sing

"Those who have seen your face

Draw back in fear

I am the mask you wear"

"It's me they hear..."

Together then the voice and Eleana sang. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She felt as if she was hearing as she never heard before.

"Your/My spirit and my/your voice in one combined

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside my/your mind"

Eleana was now in a familiar boat surrounded by mist. She tried to keep herself in reality and not let the voice take control of her. She tried thinking of Erik, how she was here with him. But it was too late, the voice continued singing, forcing Eleana to loose all train of thought.

"In all your fantasies, you always knew

that man and mystery . . ."

Sing

". . . were both in you . . ." Christine opened her eyes as she saw the thousands of candles that were around the mystifying lair.

"And in this labyrinth,

where night is blind,

the Phantom of the Opera

is there/here inside your/my mind . . ."

Was Eleana dreaming? Was this reality? Her mind was so bewildered by the voice that continued to persuade her to sing.

"He's there,

the Phantom of the Opera . . ."

Sing. Sing my angel...Sing for me!

Eleana's voice began to produced a note that felt without end. Her vocals were beyond any of her accomplishments. Never had she been able to sing so powerful before.

Once her pitch had come to a closure, Eleana opened her eyes to find Erik, still dressed as Red Death. He was standing before her, with his hand reached out to help her out of the boat.

Eleana starred at his hand, then back to his eyes, and then into the water. She was unaware of what had just happened, or how she had gotten here.

She was scared. . .scared over the power Erik truly contained. She had heard the tails of the Phantom of the Opera but never did she ever expect them to be so true. She thought it was all an exaggeration; a twisted tale.

Never being one with much patience, Erik leaned in and grabbed her wrist trying to force her out of the boat but she pulled away. He had frightened her...Erik knew it, but those were not his intentions.

"Stranger then you dreamt it, now that you have witnessed the real Phantom of the Opera, can you even dare to look? This...carcass who burns in hell but secretly dreams of beauty...secretly...secretly. Oh Eleana."

Eleana hesitantly reached out her hand, trying to remember the real Erik. The Erik she fell in love with, not the Phantom of the Opera.

Erik was relieved to see he was earning trust from Eleana once again. He grasped her hand, and carefully helped her out of the boat.

"How can I betray the man who once inspired my voice...Phantom or not, the man I fell in love with is still there."

Ignoring the past events of the Moulin Rouge, and the fact that Eleana was engaged to another man, Erik walked up to Eleana to were there was little space between them.

"Oh how I have missed you my angel."

Erik leaned in, chancing the moment, and kissed Eleana. It was the most passionate kiss Erik ever had. It was better than their first kiss, and even better than the one kiss Christine and Erik shared. His broken soul felt mended and whole once more. He loved Eleana so much.

"Je'taime, Eleana." Erik whispered as there lips separated.

The Phantom watched as Eleana did not say it back in return but simply look away.

"Erik...I'm scared." Eleana whispered starring out into the distance, no longer facing Erik.

His heart dropped, she was still scared of him... how could he blame her.

Eleana turned around to face Erik to find him looking down, heartbroken. He'd taken what she said the wrong way.

"Not of you my dear."

Erik looked up then into Eleana's emerald fearful eyes, feeling foolish.

"What is it then?"

Eleana began pacing around, taking in every inch of the lair as if it would be her last time in here.

"I'm scared of... what happens next." Eleana said now touching the fabric of the bedding.

"Mon amour, what do you mean?"

"Charles will find us. Erik...he will kill you, you don't understand the power he has. He is a mad man, and wants you dead! I couldn't live with myself if he got to you...I can't go back there..."

She sat on Erik's bed out of energy. The past month all she had done is cry, and now she was not sure if she could anymore.

"Eleana, Charles will not find you-

"Christine knows..."

Confused, the Phantom of the Opera walked over to where Eleana was sitting and knelt down, holding her hand.

"Knows what?"

Erik felt completely useless. He wanted to find some way to comfort his angel, but he could not find the words due to his confusion.

"About us. She'll tell Charles and Raoul, she is the only one that knew. They will know I'm here, she will lead them the way. Charles...he'll kill you Erik."

The old Opera Ghost got up from his position and began to pace around his lair. How could she tell Christine? He needed some answers though before he could form a plan, he needed to find away to fix this.

"Do you love him?"

Eleana looked up, appalled by his question.

"I beg your pardon?" Eleana said in disgust. Did he think this was funny?

"Do you love Charles? Because if you do, then I will let you go and this will all be over. You can have your fairytale ending and I will continue where I left off before you came into my life."

Was he going crazy? How could he possibly think leaving Erik for Charles was a fairytale ending.

"Which is where exactly?" Eleana asked rudely.

Erik was just asking himself the same thing.

"Do you love him?" Erik said now loosing his temper.

"No Erik, I don't."

Erik couldn't believe her words. If she didn't love Charles, then why was this all happening? Erik did not like to be toyed with, he began to feel himself loose his temper.

"Tell me the truth!" The Phantom yelled causing a loud echo.

"I am Er-"

"Then why did you agree to marry him?"

"I didn't Erik please just give me two seconds and I will explain." Eleana pleaded.

"I saw you on the rooftop of the Musque Ange together! I saw you agree to marry him, I heard you say you loved him, the Phantom of the Opera will not be lied to!"

Eleana didn't know what to say. The Phantom of the Opera will not be lied to...where did her sweet Erik go?

"Who are you anymore? When did you revert back to your old ways? Erik, why are you treating me like Christine?" Eleana said truly confused.

"Because you are acting like her!"

His words were more painful than a slap to her face. She needed to give Erik an reality check.

"No, I'm not. You just refuse to believe it. As much as I hate to say it, Christine never loved you. That's the difference between me and her. I loved you from the start. I fell in love with Erik, not the Phantom of the Opera. I fell in love with a handsome, real, talented man."

"You need to explain to me then. About the rooftop, about the Musque Ange, about Christine, about the marriage, about everything." Erik said in a calmer voice.

"I don't love Charles and I never did, he is a evil demon. He found me the night you told me to leave. I was so emotionally shocked that I lost my consciousness, and he took me away. I woke up to find myself in his house, I wanted to leave and believe me I tried. But he tricked me into thinking he had you held hostage and that if I didn't do anything he said, then he would send you to your grave. So he made me go to the Musque Ange that night. And then I got your letter in the box seat and I was sure you were there to come and rescue me but you never showed yourself. On the rooftop he engaged to me, and I told him I would only agree if he let you go. I- I never wanted to marry him, he...he is just a sick man. He would get drunk and slap me in the face a lot. We went to dinner with Raoul and Christine that night, and Charles forced me to audition. I made a stupid mistake and sang one of your songs that you sung to Christine two years ago subconsciously. And the night you left me this dress, he was terribly drunk. He called me downstairs and tried to steal my virtue. I wouldn't allow it and he knew I was still in love with you. Then he told me you were dead, and I almost killed myself because I believed his lie. If you hadn't left that dress...I- I- I would of jumped off the balcony. Oh Erik... he is just...I can't go back there."

"Shhhh...you're safe, I won't allow him to take you." Erik embraced Eleana in his arms, stroking her blond hair trying to make her stop crying.

Erik felt guilty for being so absurd. This whole time Charles had been putting Eleana through hell while Erik was doing nothing but making it worse. Erik could of saved her if he would of not let his old ways over power him. Charles tried to steal her virtue for gods sake! If Erik ever encountered the bastard, he would end his days permanently.

But what was important now was keeping Eleana safe. Erik got up from Eleana's side and changed into a more suitable attire.

"I think their is still one dress left in the dresser by the bathroom, it would probably be best if you changed."

She looked up at Erik to see he had his cape and hat on signaling that they were going out.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere safer." Erik replied.

Eleana did not need more of an explanation and got up from the bed to change.

Not knowing anywhere better to bring Eleana for the night, Erik hoped that his old friend Madem Giry was still awake.

So little question for my readers...are any of you all guys? I just never really met a male that liked Phantom of the Opera or obsessed enough to go on fanfiction and read stories about POTO.

Just my curiosity getting the best of me haha

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