Disclaimer: Once again I don't own Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters.

Also this chapter is just here to let you know a little more about Erik and get you to chapter 3. So yeah.

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Chapter 2-The Hallway

Erik stood in the darkness of the ballet girl's dormitories watching them sleep. The soft skin on their necks looked so wonderful, and it was incredibly tempting to bite them, but their screams would wake all of them and he didn't want that. Each one of them looked incredibly beautiful as they slept. There was a twinge of moonlight coming through the window despite the rain that shined upon them making them most desirable for any man or thing.

"Hello?"

Erik looked up in surprise. He hadn't expected one of them to be awake since their schedule required such grueling circumstances. Erik couldn't risk being discovered or even getting close to being discovered therefore he had no choice but to run. He was in the hallway before the poor ballet girl could even blink. If he was lucky she would follow and he would find himself in a good position to attack, but he could only hope. Most girls would be far too scared to see if there was actually someone there and for sure she would be no different.

The hallway was dark, it did not matter to him as he could see in the darkness no matter how dense. "Ow!" Erik exclaimed. There was a sharp pain in his stomach that he knew so well; it meant he was hungry. The pain was dreadful.It felt like someone was stabbing him with a knife, and he had the pain all the time, but it was so great that no vampire could ever get used to it so they tried to prevent themselves from ever feeling it. Finding food soon would have to be his next goal; all Erik had to do was wait and for sure someone would come so he didn't have to wake someone up.

Soon, as Erik expected, a lonely cook appeared and Erik was ready. The cook looked so innocent and naïve as Erik followed him. The poor cook would never think someone was following him. "Ow!" Erik yelped from another sharp pain.

"Who's there?" the cook asked with fear in his voice. Erik figured this was as good of time as any.

"I'm here," he answered before he pounced on the cook. Struggling and struggling, Erik was used to it, but no human was a match for his immortal strength. Soon though the cook stopped struggling, and his blood went cold. He was dead. Erik held up his head and looked at his dead prey. The eyes were blank, the body was limp, and he had a huge gash in his neck from Erik's strong bite. Around the both of them was a large pool of blood that was creeping over the floor further and further.

Soon there were footsteps, fast footsteps; someone was running toward him that he hadn't heard in all the confusion. Erik dropped the limp body on the ground and turned around to see what person would have the courage to follow him, or even just be out in the hallway at this time of night during a thunderstorm.

It was a ballet girl; that was to be expected she wasn't courageous though, only foolish. Erik could see her perfectly, even in the dark. She was a short girl with an hourglass figure. Her hair wasa curly,chocolate brown and her skin was fair, and she looked only to be sixteen, but very mature and cute. She would be a good meal compared to the stale blood of a sixty-year-old cook, but he had a problem, when would be the right time to strike?

Erik kept in the shadows as he watched the girl seem to run at nothing in the darkness. She looked like an idiot, he would surely get his time to strike and soon. It was hilarious watching her getting so close without her even knowing he was there; mortals were so stupid. As he had suspected the girl tripped and fell into the perfect spot, a pool of blood right in front of him and the body of the cook. Fumbling around with a flashlight was even twice as amusing when a beautiful girl was doing it.

"Blood!" she shrieked. Things were only getting more amusing. Erik couldn't help but prop himself against the wall and watch. "1..2..3!"

Erik stood up in surprise at the sudden light; he wanted to scream and yell but he kept it to himself. The girl had obviously seen him because she looked even more frightened. His time was close now. "1..2..3!" It was time Erik ran toward her and grabbed her wrist before she even had a chance of getting away. Like the cook she struggled quite a bit, and like all others she couldn't out do his vampire strength.

"Ah a ballet girl," he said to try and scare her, "and I thought and old cook would be my only meal tonight." He was trying to scare her more then anything. Quickly, he turned the girl around preparing to bite, but when he saw her up close and terrified he couldn't do it. The fear in her eyes wasn't pleasurable like it normally was, but it gave him great pity for the girl. She was so beautiful that he just couldn't stand the thought of killing her. Erik released his grip and fled.

"What's happening to me?" he whispered to himself as he scurried out of the opera house and into the pouring rain and raging thunderstorm.

Outside the streets were still crowded; it was to be expected, not even a thunderstorm could bring the idiots to a halt. Erik probably could have had some fun on any other night, but tonight all he wanted was to get home.

His home was an abandoned building at the end of Broadway. From there he would be so close to all the things he liked to do: haunting the Populaire, watching shows, and being around the places were he could compose beautiful music and make all other composers look like idiots. The building wasn't anything special it had five levels. Erik barely went to the top few levels,all they had up there was old anddusty furniture that was left behind from the old inhabitants. On level three there was a piano that Erik used quite often, on level two there was nothing, and the same for level one. In fact the only room that he really used was the basement, there wasn't any windows in the basement, and there Erik could do whatever he wanted without worrying about anything. Why would anyone ever want to come down here into a dark, dusty, cramped room? No one would and that's why he liked it.

"Home sweet home," he said to himself as he entered the basement. The floors were crowded with papers of all sorts, there were dirty clothes scattered everywhere, and there was almost no furniture in the room.A bed in the corner with messy sheets, a chair in the other corner, a desk too the side where he wrote music, and a dresser with a few clothes in it was the only furniture in the room. Erik really didn't care. He liked things slightly messy, and these were all the things he needed in his life, or death.

Normally he wasn't here around this time, but the girl in the hallway had bothered him so much. Why had he let her go? He had a reputation for being a pitiless vampire, and any other vampire knew that if Erik wanted a human that that human was in deep trouble because Erik despised themso much. He was usually very rough with them and treated them like toys, but in the hallway nothing at all could make him bite the girl. Was it because she looked so scared, was it because she looked so beautiful, or was it because of something else, something that Erik could possibly never understand? Whatever happened in the hallway would never happen again, and that was something Erik promised himself. For now though he didn't have the urge to go out and have some fun on the streets; he had had enough fun for one night, and now it was time to go to sleep for the day. Going to sleep this early was a first for Erik, but he had found in his long years that sleeping was a good way to cast your troubles away at least for one night or in his case day.

Christine set in the auditorium watching the ballet girls practice for the show tonight. She didn't want to practice. After the incident in the hallway the night before she wasn't really in the mood to do anything, and Madame Giry had reluctantlyagreed that she could sit this performance out. Like she had expected though, this was the only performance and practice she was allowed to miss. Madame Giry was very strict when it came to the ballet.

It turns out the body was a cook that Christine knew well. Christine wasn't a good friend with him, and in fact it was rumored that he was kind of a perverted freak, but Christine was sad to see anyone die regardless of what they had done in their life.

Everyone believed her when she said there was a dead body due to the fact that the proof was right there, but there was no sign of an actual man there at all. There were fingerprints but they did not match anybody in the computer, and there were no footprints in the blood. "Whoever this mysterious man is he must be the world's greatest magician for us not to find any footprints in the blood, or any sign of him at all," an officer had explained to Christine. Perhaps the weirdest part of it all was the fact that Joseph's neck had been literally ripped out. The cops were stumped at finding a weapon that could have possibly have done so much damage, and Christine doubted that they ever would find one.

For now the case was in progress to find who the mysterious man was.

Well I hope you liked it.