Your Phantom

Chapter 3

When you finally come to, you find yourself in an unfamiliar place. You are lying in a swan bed with red covers and sheets. Black curtains separate you from the rest of the area. There is a tiny music box with a monkey playing the symbols on the bedside table playing " Masquerade." You seethe as you feel a sharp pain in your head. You suddenly sneeze then faintly hear the sound of feet shuffling as you hear The Phantom's voice "Are you finally awake Y/n"  His voice called to you from behind the curtain. A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice.

 " Yep, I'm awake." You say opening the curtains. " How long have I been out?" You asked,  rubbing the back of your head. " Uh, about 3 days now." He replies  " WHAT!"  You quickly get up and get a dizzy spell and almost fall but luckily he catches you. " Woah, slow down Y/n, you still might have a concussion."  You stand straight and look at him. " What happened, I know we had finished our lesson, and I was about to go to bed, but I don't remember anything after that." You say with a worried look on  your face.  " Well, what happened was you suddenly passed out and I had to try to catch you before you hit the floor. I wasn't fast enough to catch your head so you hit it pretty hard. " 

You remember The Phantom stepping out of the mirror. " I remember you coming out from behind the mirror."  " Ah, you're starting to remember" You walk out of the room and decide to take a look around.  " Welcome to my Lair Y/n " Everything looks beautiful, and there is an organ in the middle of the room. " I love your organ, it's so beautiful. May I?" He gives a nod of approval and you start to play and sing.

( You know what to do by now)

" The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind" 

You sing loudly. When you get to the Phantom's part, you open your mouth to sing but another voice chimes in.  

" 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"  

His voice was beautiful, and he sounded like an angel. ' No wonder he calls himself the Angel of Music'. You thought. You both finish up the song and then stare into each other's eyes. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, and you could just melt looking into them. " Ahem, that was good." He says looking away. You look at he organ. " Oh, thank you. You sounded really good too."   " Thank you."  You look around at everything in the Lair, until you see a clock that reads 9:00.  You stand up from the organ and turn to face The Phantom. " Well, I should head back, they'll probably be looking for their ' Prima Donna'." You say. 

He turns to look at you. " Oh, should I walk you out?" You can hear a hint of sadness in his voice. " If you want, I wouldn't want to be an inconvenience to you."  " Not at all." He says looping his arm through yours. Your face turns red as you both walk to the boat. There are no candles to light the dark path. The dark scares you so you hold on to his arm. You hear him chuckle as you squeeze his arm tightly. 

After what seems like forever, he stops the boat and grabs a torch. " We walk from here, let's go." He says. " Okay, I can probably handle walking." You say, grabbing the torch. " Hey, give me that."  He says reaching for the torch. You pull it away. " Come on, stop playing games, Y/n."  He says still reaching for it.  " Nah. It's more fun to watch you struggle" He suddenly grabs your wrist and takes the torch.

 " I said LET'S GO." He says in a serious tone, letting go of your wrist. " Okay, I'm sorry."  You say looking at the floor. After walking for about 20 minutes he stops in front of a mirror. " This is where I leave you. Be careful."  You walk up to the mirror and open it. " I will." You say. You walk back over to him and hug him. At first he was stiff but loosened into the hug. " Thank you for taking care of me." He pats your head. " Your welcome." You let go of him and then plant a quick kiss on his cheek, then run into the mirror closing it behind you. You could see the shocked expression on his face before you closed the mirror.