Me: I want to thank to all the follows who took the time out of their important lives to bother to read my story. I´m sorry for not updating sooner but I had some technical difficulties not to mentioned the internet at my house crashed and my family went on vacation so no time to post but I got ahead and I´ll try to update once a week. Anyways I had a lot to think about and a lot to say but I know where this story is heading :D I had help with the characters with a friend and a certain phantom.

Erik: *Raises his hand* That would be me

Me: *Shocked and gasped* How the hell did you get to Mexico!

Erik: *raising an eye*Such Language for one so young!

Me: *roll my eyes* you still haven´t answered my question

Erik: May I remind you that I am the Phantom of the Opera and quote ¨Inside your mind¨ my dear *stroking my cheek in the process*

Me: Erik you are starting to have that mad stare and quite frankly I´m getting scared so I better go *I get up but get pulled back by Erik while he ties me*

Erik:You are not going anywhere until the audience review Erik needs reviews.

Me: Oh great he got into his mad mode please respectible readers review/leave a comment or else Erik might take over the whole story- Oh god he brought out the lasso!

Erik: Comment and Review! *while coming closer to me with the lasso*

Erik's P.O.V

(10:30 P.M. many hours after Elena fell asleep)

Where is she! She was supposed to be here by now! Did she not read the note?! I thought as I furiously paced in my box. My blood boiled with anger. I then stormed off and went through one of my passages and was at the entranced of the mirror that was once Christine's. There I saw Elena sleeping soundly in the bed.

Mon dier! She looks like an angel. I thought as all the anger I felt disappeared. I opened the mirror and crept closer to Elena.

No doubt she is talented as she is beautiful; however she must practice for a little while so she could grow accustom to my style of teaching.

I then carefully slid my arms under Elena's sleeping body. Suddenly, Elena wrapped her arms around my neck, snuggled my chest, and mumbled something in Spanish. Iwas shocked but just concluded that it was probably just a reflex, yet truth be told I rather enjoyed having her holding me like that.

Erik snap out of it! Go take her to your lair and then wake her up! Don't get distracted by her beauty; you don't want the same thing to happen, do you now?

I shook my head it's been five long years since I has seen Christine and five long years since I gave my body to her. Five years since she also married that insolent fop and broke my heart. However, with those five years I learned to be lonely, and tried to write music. My melodies were good but until I heard Elena sing; I knew I was missing something in those melodies.

I started walking back to my lair. I was nearly there when I realized Elena's steady breathing became frantic and her hands were hitting me in the chest.

"Bajame! Bajame! Quien es usted?! LE DIGO QUE ME BAJE! AYUDA! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" she desperately yelled.

"Please, calm down mademoiselle. I'm your new teacher, also known as the opera ghost an-"

"Opera Ghost! Oh dios mio! Put me down! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!" She shrieked as she kept hitting me. I then started to loose my balance and the inevitable happened. I fell flat on my back with Elena on top of me; she took the opportunity to run up the stairs and try to escape. I then got up and smirked.

"So it has become a chase now Ms. Vega, well may I just say this night has become a whole lot interesting!" I yelled at the direction Elena ran. I went into another secret passage and tried to catch up with Elena.

Elena's P.O.V

"So it has become a chase now Ms. Vega, well may I just say this night has become a whole lot interesting!" I ran up the stairs hoping the masked man did not follow me.

Elena, you may not be strong but you ran with the bulls in Spain and outran the fastest men in Spain. You can outrun this man! Your life depends on it!I thought.

"I'm here the Phantom of the Opera," the masked man called out. I kept running up the stairs, but then I found a small eroded bridge (more like a ledge). I nearly fell in the gap but I stopped. I knew there was only one way to get to the other side; I had to jump. I made a cross and prayed a bit, I looked back to see if the Phantom was behind me, and then gave myself some room to run.

"Ms. Vega that jump is very dangerous, the probability of you making is very low. Go back and I promise you, you won't get hurt," the Phantom warned.

"I won't get hurt? Ha! No me haga reir! Even if you were telling the truth, the cost of my safety would be my freedom! I will not let you take that away from me!" I stated as I started to run up the ramp. Once I was at the edge I leaped, in that brief moment I saw her whole life flash through her eyes.

So this is how I'm going to go, in my nightgown and being chased by the Phantom of the Opera, I thought in that moment. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and I kept thinking death was nearing me. I got closer to the other side, but I could already tell I'd only manage to grab on to the edge of the ledge. I also knew I didn't have much upper body strength and it was only a matter of minutes before I would meet my end. What seems to be an eternity past before I started to feel my grip loosens, and I began to feel light headed. Slowly but surely I grip began diminish, by the time I used my last ounce of strength I finally let gave up hope.

"I love you Rebecca and Mathew," I gasped out as I felt my grip finally loose and closed my eyes. I felt myself go down the pit but suddenly stop in mid air, a very familiar masked man was at the top of the ledge.

"You Spanish women never take a warning do you?" he said as he lifted me up. Once I was up I was once again frighten, and I was tempted to run but something held me there.

I observed her savior he was tall (6'0), lean, and muscular (not too muscular though). His hair was neatly combed and was the color of the night, and his eyes were two golden oceans that, in my view, were very expressive. He wore a white mask that covered a half of his face, but I knew what the covered part held. On the other side however, I could see that he was very handsome and did indeed looked like a mystery. He was wearing a tuxedo, which wasn't a shock to me, but he wore a black cape that covered his whole body making himself without a doubt look like a phantom.

"Thank you, monsieur Phantom for saving my life," I genuinely said as I hugged him, "I could have been dead if it weren't for you."

"It-it was nothing. I'm sorry for scaring you and kidnapping you. Now mademoiselle, let's start over. Hello and welcome to my opera house. As you may know, I am the opera ghost or most commonly known as the Phantom of the Opera. However, due to the circumstances you may address me by my real name Erik. I heard you sing and I must say you were phenomenal, but you need to perfect a few things so that your voice can surpass those of the sirens. I then decided to offer myself as a teacher, more events happened, well we are here. I hope you do take my offer Ms. Vega." Erik said eloquently.

Should I really trust this man? He did save my life, but how do I know he didn't do it out of pity? He did train Christine Daae, and her voice is praised heavenly… maybe he's not as bad as he seems. At times like these you give the person the benefit of the doubt. Elena thought.

"Hello Erik, my name is Elena Dulcenea Vega. I am the new "Prima Donna" of the opera house, although originally I auditioned to be part of the chorus. No hard feelings. And-"

"And?"

"And I accept your offer, Erik."