(Erik's P.O.V)

After I had dealt with Bouquet, I started leisurely walking down the catwalk. Emma is sure to have the limelight she deserves now! My thoughts were interrupted by a shrill scream. A large smirk spread across my face thinking that a ballet rat had the pleasure of seeing Bouquet hanging from a long red noose. "GET HIM OFF OF HER!! HURRY!!" screamed Raoul. must have fallen on the poor thing! I started chuckling to myself. I turned around to watch the show. My grin quickly turned to a frown. It was not a ballet rat that was screaming in horror. It was Emma who was being trapped under the corpse of the stagehand. No this was not supposed to happen! my poor Emma! My cold heart of stone started to hurt. I must go see her! I must apologize! this is all my fault! stupid Erik! As soon as the other stagehands lifted the corpse off of Emma she ran off. I quickly started to follow her, all the way up to the roof. I stood in the shadows, staring at her crying her eyes out. What should I say? 'Emma, I am truly sorry that I dropped a corpse on you!?' No, that won't work. how about 'Emma, I did not mean for any of this to happen, bouquet deserved what he got!' No, No. I took a deep breath and cautiously advanced towards Emma's broken form. "E-Emma?" She jumped and turned to look at me, with her wide eyes. she swung her legs over from the ledge and put as much distance between us as possible. "Emma,....A-are you alright? I'm sorry that you had to see that happen.'' I said to her in a calm, gentle voice. I could not read her at all. I assumed she was thinking to herself, then suddenly her eyes narrowed, lips pierced, and her beautiful hands were in fists.

" Erik?.........NO, I am NOT alright!" she said as she began to bend down and throw fists of snow at me. I just stood there taking all of her rages. 'I did not just 'see it happen' THE CORPSE OF JOSEPH BOUQUET FELL ON TOP OF ME!!!!! why!? why would you kill him!?" Hot tears trailed down her cheeks. I was speechless. for the first time, I was speechless.

"Emma, I did not know he was going to fall on you! And I killed him because he knew too much." I moved a step closer and Emma was still as a statue. " Just because he knew too much doesn't mean you had to kill him! y-you could have spared his life!" I scoffed, now why would I want to do that? " Emma, that was not possible."

" You did not kill me because I knew too much about you!" I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "My sweet Angel! I will do anything to earn your forgiveness!! please!" I grabbed her shoulders trying to embrace her, she jerked out of my arms and pushed me away. She was afraid of me! ....she was afraid...of me. "No i-i can not! you're out of control Erik! If you want me to truly forgive you then you must stop killing and tormenting everyone!" I scoffed. "Stop killing? stop tormenting? I can't just stop! I have a reason why I do these things, Emma! The people who I kill are people who know too much about me and are going to expose me! And I do not torment everyone in the Populaire! I only torment the managers! That's how I get money! By having the managers give me a salary every month, if they do not I bother them until they do! That's just how it works! I am sorry but I can not stop!" she still had a look of anger on her perfect face. She took a deep breath. " If you can not stop...then stay away from me! I won't have any more lessons with you, and I will never sing one note again!" This insufferable woman thinks she can tell me to stay away from her and threaten to never sing again!? It was very quiet. I tried to control my anger but it just started boiling over. I started striding over to her and grabbed her arms in a firm grip.

(Emma's POV)

I think I just dug my own grave telling Erik that! His eyes had started glowing and were now a horrible yellow! He snarled at me and grabbed me in a tight grip. I started hyperventilating and grabbed his hands trying to pry them off of me desperately. " you will continue to sing if you value your life! you hear me!? And do not dare order ME to stay away from you! YOU ARE MINE!!!" tears spilled out of my eyes. He shook me like a ragdoll as he told me this. He paused as if he heard something. coming to my senses, I started hearing it too. It was a faint voice. "Emma?" As the voice got closer I could identify it as Raoul's. "Oh god," I whispered. the phantom smirked. as the voice got closer to the roof E- no- the Phantom turned to me and said, " If you refuse to sing again...I will start hurting EVERYONE who is dear to you, well except Christine of course, but if you do refuse to sing at all, your precious writer and Viscount will be the first to go!" He smiled showing his perfect teeth. I covered my mouth and started crying harder. " Oh now don't give me that look! You know I am doing this out of the pure love I have for you my dear sweet Angel." with a haunting laugh he walked off into a secret door and was gone. I collapsed into the snow, balling my eyes out. Raoul came through the door calling me.

"Emma? Oh my God! Are you alright? Are you hurt? what happened?" he ran to my side holding me gently. I shook my head, not saying a word. I have to continue singing! This is madness!!! All I wanted was the Phantom to love me like he loved Christine. I always thought he loved her purely, but now I see that he only kept his unhealthy obsession hidden when I came around. It was not supposed to be like this! Raoul was trying to calm me down by embracing me and stroking my hair, whispering "it was going to be alright". After crying for what felt like hours I tried to stand up. Raoul being the gentleman he is helped me up and placed his coat around my shoulders. " R-Raoul, we need to get out of here." he nodded. " But, can you first tell me what happened?" He had sympathy in his eyes. " I - I..... You wouldn't believe me!" he shook his head and knitted his eyebrows together. " No! I most certainly will! Was it about what happened on stage?" ..." You know how Christine keeps telling you about how she has an angel of music?" he nodded. " It is not really an angel. It's the phantom of the opera. He has been obsessed with her for a very long time, and now he is also obsessed with me, he is O.G! the one who has been sending you and the managers those threatening letters. He won't leave us alone Raoul! everywhere we go he is there! He will always be there! inside our minds!" He was quiet, oh great he is gonna think I'm insane! Goodbye Opera Populaire and hello nut house!

"I believe you, Emma. I will protect you and Christine. you will be safe, he won't hurt you anymore. I promise." I sighed in relief. thanking God that he did not think I was insane. I hugged him one last time. " You can stay with me at my estate if you want...you will be safe there." he said as we headed to the door. "oh thank you, Raoul! I would love to stay with you! thank you!" I started singing " I must go! they'll wonder where I am!" I pointed to my countess costume. He chuckled and grabbed my hand and twirled me. Raoul made me feel better, much better than how the Phantom and Gustave did. " Order you're fine horses! be with them at the door!" He followed after me replying with " and soon you'll be safe beside me."

" You'll guard us, and you'll hide us!" referring to Christine and me. I grabbed his hand and we both exited the rooftop and ran to my dressing room where a very worried Christine sat waiting for us. She was in her Pageboy costume with her hair and makeup ready. As soon as she saw us she jumped out of her seat and attacked me with a huge hug. " oh! I'm so glad you are alright! I was so worried after you ran off! Are you ok? well, that was stupid of me to say! of course, you are not ok!" I gave her a small smile. " I'm ok Chrissy. I was just in shock. I went up to the roof to clear my head and Raoul found me." she turned to Raoul and smiled. " You did? That's so sweet!" Christine looked at Raoul gratefully. I just wanted to stay in Christine's arms a bit longer. But of course, I couldn't. " Oh! Did you know that Raoul Offered to have us stay at his estate once the season of ii Muto was over! " She looked so excited. " Yes,'' he told me when we were on the roof. I can not wait!" she laughed. "oh! goodness! we need to get you ready!" She ushered Raoul out of my dressing room and Christine started layering the makeup on my face. Once she was done with that she grabbed the extra countess wig and stuck it on my head. " there! you're done! Now let's get out there!" Christine and I ran all the way backstage and waited for everyone to get in their places so we could start the production. Raoul returned to his box, and I could see Gustave sitting right next to him still writing on that small notebook of his. I am not going into much detail about the opera, needless to say, that we did well. At the curtain call, I came walking out smiling and waving.

A handful of men and women stood up applauding me, my smile got even wider when people threw flowers on the stage. I bowed, crossing my hands over my heart. Then it happened so fast, in one swoop the giant chandelier started swinging down onto the stage crashing. I had no time to scream and jumped out of the way panting and looking in shock at the chandelier laying on the stage that was almost half destroyed. The stagehands rushed over and two helped me up. Christine bounded toward me and looked over my body to make sure I was ok. The audience was clambering to get out in a panic while the managers were practically screaming for order. the stagehand to the far left of me checked the chandelier and said, "well there's what made it fall, the rope was cut..." he said and everyone around whispered before they were shooed away by Madame Giry. Meg came and hugged both Christine and me and sported a worried face. "Cut? But that would mean that someone was trying to'' meg couldn't even say it and looked to her mother. "Trying to kill me," I said and looked at the three women near me. There was a rage in my eyes and I felt it in my heart as well. I never would have expected this when I should have given the way Erik has been behaving. But it still hurt so badly. I wanted to cry but I felt like I was dried up from all the previous crying I did. "Come girls, let's not stay over here, it's dangerous, and I'm sure no one was trying to kill you, perhaps the rope was old or it couldn't handle the weight of the chandelier" Madame Giry sounded like she was trying to reassure herself more than us. We walked out of stage right, leaving the managers to also deal with this mess. . I crossed my arms are rolled my eyes "I doubt it, no one would let that huge thing be held up with some old dingy rope Madam. You know what happened but you refuse to see it-" I said with venom in my voice. "You have refused to see anything since Christine and I Arrived here all those years ago, you did nothing-" she slammed the bottom of her cane to the ground, cutting me off. "Do not talk to your guardian that way, you have no idea what I have done for you and this Opera house, you will never understand. I will not hear another word of this go, you too Meg". She said in her stern voice. Christine put a hand on my shoulder and I started to simmer down. Giry and I had a cold staring contest while Christine whispered softly for me to come along and I did. We headed to bed and I was in a foul mood until the morning.