Trapdoor || A Phantom of the Opera/Doctor Who Fanfiction

Chapter Six

A/N:

Everything seems pretty happy and fluffy for now, but never fear, my faithful readers. The next chapter should make things a little more... interesting.

One last note: It has recently been brought to my attention that, despite my acknowledgement before the first chapter that my Erik is based off of Ramin Karimloo's, he actually seemed to be more like Gerard Butler's Phantom from the 2004 movie.

While I have nothing against Butler's portrayal (okay, that's a bit of a lie, I don't much like his voice), I am trying very hard to keep this Erik like Karimloo's. Therefore, I went back and (hopefully) edited out anything that resembled Butler's Phantom, mainly the skull seals on the notes. I left the rose in chapter two, though. I just liked that too much to edit out. :) [SIDE NOTE: You guys shouldn't notice anything different. This story was posted on fanfiction.net before I began posting here.]

I hope you enjoy Chapter Six!

-Han

Chapter Six

"Erik?"

Erik jumped slightly, looking up from his music. Amy was stepping out of the boat, holding up her skirt at her ankles.

Rather than continuing to wear her leotard and a dressing gown, she had taken to wearing full-length gowns to their lessons as it got colder – both outside and in his home. Tonight, she was wearing a violet dress with darker flecks scattered across it, accompanied by dark brown shoes. A red scarf was wound around her neck, and her crimson hair was swept up in a bun, making him frown.

"You're early," he commented, lacking anything better to say.

Amy pulled a sheet of paper from the pocket of her gown as she walked to the organ. He took it from her outstretched hand and unfolded it, his eyes skimming the words. It was an informative paper about auditions for Belle.

"The audition is in two days," she said pointedly.

"Yes, and?" Erik looked up at her.

Amy folded her arms, glaring at him in a way that he found rather attractive. "How am I supposed to learn a song in two days? That's why I came early – I wanted to get started."

Erik handed her the paper, then turned back to his organ. His composing would have to wait, he thought ruefully as he put away his music.

He had Amy sing a few scales just to warm up, then pulled out a single sheet of music. "This is the song," he told her.

She leaned closer, narrowing her eyes. "It's so short."

"Audition pieces usually are."

Amy visibly relaxed. "Oh. It shouldn't be too hard, then." She then turned to him, hands clasped in front of her. "Will you sing it for me, so I know how it goes?"

Erik winced. The song in itself wasn't bad, but it was… well, it was a bit gender-specific. "Why don't I just play it for you?" he asked carefully.

"Sure." She didn't protest, but she did give him a strange look. As he played the melody, she leaned over his shoulder, her eyes following the words.

When he finished, he asked her, "Would you like me to play it again?"

Amy shook her head, and a curl of ginger hair fell down beside her pale cheek. She left it there, which made Erik smile slightly.

"I should be okay," his student said. "Can you play it with me, though?"

"Of course," he answered smoothly, shaking out his hands a bit before counting her in softly. She straightened, took a deep breath in, and began to sing.