I think this chapter is bit shorter, but it was either that or a ridiculously long one.

I also think I'm going to start another phanfic, I've got a good idea and I'm running with it. So stay tuned for more craziness...not sure when I'll post it though(I sort of have to start it first...)

The Phantom of the Opera is not mine, if you don't know this by now you may need some help...

Kat's POV

        I'd been sitting on the floor for who knows how long when a light tap came on one of large windows across from me. I looked up and noticed a dark figure perched on the window sill.

        "Open the window." The voice whispered. It was muffled making it hard to identify who or what it was exactly.

        I stood slowly and crept towards it. The room around me was dark, as the sun had gone down hours ago and I'd neglected to light a single candle. I reached the window and unlatched it, then stepped back. The figure slipped in carefully and closed the window. Moonlight poured in allowing me to see the one person I needed most right then.

        "How did you find me?" I threw my arms around Erik and squeezed him tightly. 

        He stumble back a little in shock and stiffened a bit before returning my embrace. He eventually pulled back and held me at arms length.

        "Are you alright? Where's Ezra?" He asked looking over my tear soaked face.

        "I-I don't know." My words came out weak and heavy.

        "Alright. Here, sit down, just tell me when you're ready." He led me to the bed and made me sit.

        "Ready?" I looked up at him in confusion. Nothing seemed to make any sense anymore, even the simplest things.

        "To leave." He answered.

        I nodded then laid down and curled up in a ball. Maybe I'll wake up in my own bed in my own world and this will all have been a bad dream. I scrunched my eyes closed and focused on the sound of Erik's shoes hitting the floor as he paced in front of me. Just as I was about to doze off the bedroom door creaked open. I sat up abruptly and Erik stopped dead in his tracks.

        "Kat?" Damien whispered before fully entering the room.

        Ezra followed with a lit candle in his hand which cast a low lazy light through the room.

        "Dammit Ezra! I told you not to tell him anything." Damien scolded his brother once he caught sight of Erik.

        "You sir are lucky you're still breathing." Erik spat as he stepped out of the shadows.

        "Oh don't be so dramatic. We never planned on hurting her, although I do believe the tables are turning." Damien said and walked past Erik to sit next to me. "I am being painfully honest when I say that I had no idea. It is utterly unbelievable, and I'm finding a hard time coping with it myself."

        His eyes were sincere and I knew he was telling the truth. Something told me he wasn't much of liar.

        "How did you find us, anyhow?" Ezra asked, turning towards Erik.

        "I spent the whole day roaming this godforsaken city, thanks a certain note I found in my pocket. I was about to give up when, by some stroke of luck, I saw Ezra in a window." He explained. "Now could someone please inform me on what the meaning of all this is?"

        "Don't get your panties in a bunch. You'll know eventually, there much more important things at play here for the time being." Damien returned the angry glare Erik shot at him before turning back to me. "She has asked me to invite your sister and the vitcomte to dinner the day after tomorrow. I don't know what she is planning, but we need to act quickly. We need a new plan and soon. If you are still willing to help of course."

        "No I'm in. You both were right, she is a monster. We're going to put an end to her and hopefully this time, she'll stay dead." I could hear the darkness in my voice. At any other time it would have frightened me, but I was far too angry to care about my own sanity.

        Damien nodded his head in agreement. He walked over to where Ezra and Erik stood, talking quietly. I figured Ezra was explaining things.

        "Once you two are finished, we have some serious matters to attend to." Damien said, joining their conversation.

        I scooted to the end of the bed so I could here what they were saying.

        "Wait wait wait, you're saying that Kat's not from here? Not from this time? That's not only crazy but impossible!" Erik raised his voice a bit at Damien.

        "Well nothing around here is every really sane." Ezra muttered.

        "And your mother, she-" Erik looked at me, understanding in his eyes.

        "Tried to kill me, yeah." I finished his thought, my eyes on the floor.

        "Then the scars, they're from..." He trailed off.

        "Yep." I said looking up at him.

        "Now that that is done, we need to figure out how to end her." Damien cut through the silence that had quickly fallen over us all.

        "Well to start, we need to get Kat out of here." Erik said.

        Damien raised an eyebrow at him. "And where do you plan on taking her?"

        "The opera house." Erik answered simply.

        "That is a marvelous plan. Take her back to the place we just kidnapped her from!" Damien looked at Erik like he was the biggest idiot he'd ever met.

        Ezra's head popped up. "What about the catacombs? She couldn't possibly know of them, no one does. Well other than us, of course." 

        "Catacombs?" Damien asked.

        "It's where he lives." I muttered, looking at Erik. "I'd be safe there, but what about Christine and Raoul? They'll be looking for me, along with a number of others." 

        "What if we made you disappear?" Damien asked.

        "How exactly do you plan on pulling that off again?" Ezra asked his brother.

        "Well we might not be able to, but The Phantom of the Opera can." Damien said and Erik's head snapped up.

        Damien's idea sparked an argument between the three of them that I refused to listen to. While they fought I racked my brain for ideas. There had to be some way to get rid of her, she isn't immortal. With that thought came the best idea I've probably had in all my life.

        "The mirror!" I said in realization.

        Everyone stopped grumbling and turned to me.

        "Excuse me?" Damien asked.

        "The mirror." I repeated. "Remember what she said, about how everyone forgot her? Well what if we send her back?"

        "That's a good plan, but what's to keep her from coming back?" Damien asked.

        "We destroy it. I mean she can't come back if it doesn't exist and I doubt it can be present in two worlds at once." I said.

        "So we push her in then break the mirror? That's the plan?" Damien scoffed.

        "It would appear so. Unless you have a better one?" Ezra glared at him.

        "No, it's great. But I'm not breaking it, I've got enough bad luck as it is." Damien replied.

        "I'll do it." I spoke up. If anyone was going to put an end to her, it was going to be me.

        "Now that that is settled, how do we get you out of here?" Damien asked, looking at me.

        "We don't. If I escape, and the two of you help, she'll never trust us." I said.

        "What does her trust matter to us?" Ezra asked as Erik resumed his pacing.

        "It doesn't mean a damn thing to us, but if we can get her to trust us then maybe we can get her a little more vulnerable." I explained.

        Erik stopped next to Damien and looked at me. "I think I have an idea."

        "Well?" Damien asked when Erik didn't explain himself.

        "Don Juan." He said simply.

        "You mean your opera?" I asked.

        Erik looked at each of us as he explained. "Yes. Earlier, before I left to find Kat, I overheard the new managers talking. They are planning on throwing a Masque Ball on New Year's Eve. During that ball I could...make an appearance and force the managers to put on my opera. I will cast Kat as the lead and during the production I'll sneak on stage and 'kidnap' her. No one would dare to come after me, especially to my lair."

        "Well that's all good and well, but New Year's Eve is two months away. And it won't matter by then anyhow, mother is planning on returning to Italy before then." Damien said.

        "What?" I asked, fear rising in my chest. I can't go there with her, I won't.

        "I was going to wait to tell you, but that's obviously an useless idea now. Mother wasn't going to go back at all, but now that she has you and we all know the truth, she wants to leave as soon as possible. She doesn't want to risk loosing any of us." Damien elaborated for me.

        "Oh." I mumbled dryly.

        "Well how can we make her extend the date?" Erik asked.

        "Christine." Ezra said. "Mother is putting on an act while we are here, correct? I mean why else would she invite Kat's 'sister' to dinner?"

        "If Christine brings up the ball and does some guilt tripping, maybe she'll agree. And if I am being forced to perform in the phantom's opera, she will have to stay. She wouldn't pass up an opportunity for extra, unneeded attention." I said, a small bit of hope filling my voice and spirit.

        Damien smiled at me. "Genius! But how do we kill her?"

        "If I take Kat, will she come after me?" Erik asked.

        "I doubt it, she'll probably send Damien." Ezra answered.

        Erik let out a small sigh of defeat, then his eyes lit up with a fresh idea. "What if I have the one thing she couldn't bare to lose?"

        "Oh you sly devil." Damien laughed darkly. "Now if you have that mirror, there isn't a chance in hell that she won't come after you."

        "So, masquerade, opera, kidnapping, mirror, death. I think I've got it." I said with a small smile.