Okay, I have been waiting to write this chapter for soooo long!

I do not own the song Kat sings.(BTW, lithium is an anti-depressant. Keep that in mind when you get the part where Kat sings)Oh, and I changed the lyrics just a little bit.

Still looking for cast members!

The unknown POV at the end of this chapter is Kat's mother. I didn't know what else to call it.

POTO is not mine.

Kat's POV 

        The opera house was dead silent, the only sound for miles being that of the front doors creaking as I pushed them open. After the managers closed its doors, The Opera Populaire was all but abandoned. The people who remained were those that were too stupid to leave, mainly ballet rats and stage hands.

        I tip-toed through hall after hall, sticking to the shadows all the while. If I had learned anything from befriending the opera ghost, it was how to be stealthy. I decided to take the long way to his lair and made my way to the Prima Donna room. The hairs on the back of neck stood on end as I slowly pushed the door open, trying, unsuccessfully, not to make any noise. The door gave a small screech causing me to jumped inside quickly before anyone heard.

        I shut the door quietly and let out the breathe I'd been holding. The room looked exactly as I had remembered and smelled of Carlotta's god-awful perfume. I walked over to the mirror and slid it open, this time without nearly headbutting the wall. A small gust of dust filled air caught my hair as I stepped into the passage. I had forgotten to bring a candle for light, so I stumbled through the dark until I came across Erik's lair.

        The cavern was cold and empty. I walked around and yelled for Erik but no answer came.

        "He must be upstairs." I muttered to myself.

        I walked over to the organ and, setting my bag and cloak on the floor, took a seat at its bench. The room was shortly encased in an overwhelming silence. I tried to focus on the sound of the water lapping against the shore but was soon consumed by my thoughts. My mind ran through the last two months. The haunting memories of pain and anger flooded over me, and eventually were let lose through deep gut-wrenching sobs.

        I cried over everything that had happened, over my whole existence. It was all lies, lies covered up by more lies. Where does it end? Where is the goddamned truth! 

        My tears soon ran dry and my heart ached. I looked up at the organ's keys and decided to let out all my emotions through song.

Erik's POV

        My theater had been quiet since that imbecile brother of Kat's  murdered that foul man. I walked calmly through the halls trying to clear my mind. I hadn't been able to write a single note of music since the night we had explained our plan to Christine and her fop. It was the last time I had seen Kat and it was almost as if I were going through withdraws. My heart ached to see her face, to touch her soft alabaster skin, to hear her angelic voice sing for me.

        I closed my eyes and pictured her small figure, allowing my mind to wander over all the possibilities. It was odd to think that I had ever loved her sister in the first place. Christine no longer flooded my thoughts, Kat had wiped her memory clean.

        I remembered the last time I'd seen Christine, I remembered what she asked me. At the time I never understood how honest I had been, but now, I knew with all my heart that I had found my true angel of music.

        The sound of footsteps ripped me from my daydreams and forced me to quickly slip into the Prima Donna room. I was immediately overwhelmed by the smell of Carlotta's repulsive perfume. I let out a few small coughs as I walked over to the mirror. Once I reached my own reflection, my eyes noticed something peculiar, the mirror was slightly ajar. It looked like someone had opened it but hadn't closed it all the way.

        I slid it open and stepped through, closing the glass tightly behind me. The sound of music hit my ears not a minute after I stepped into the passage. It was a sad and mournful tune but beautiful nonetheless. I picked up my cape and raced towards the sound, the tunnels were dark, but I knew them like the back of my hand. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I ran to my home and its intruder.

        The music grew louder the closer I came to my lair. I was only a few feet from the end of the passage when I stopped dead in my tracks. There, sitting at my organ, was Kat. I was glad to see her but worried at the same time, she looked sickly and exhausted. Her eyes were dark and bloodshot, and her cheeks were sunken. She looked thinner than normal and her skin was so pale she could have passed as a corpse.

        I watched silently as her fingers stroked the keys and her body rocked in tune to the breathtaking melody. Slowly she opened her mouth and began to sing one of the saddest songs I had ever heard.

        I stayed put in the shadows and watched her every move, quietly absorbing the beauty of her voice.

Kat's POV

        My fingers lightly traced the keys as I poured my heart out to emptiness of the room, and my life.

        Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.

        Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...

        Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.

        Oh, but God, I want to let it go.

        I wanted to let go of it all, the pain, the heartache. It was burning a hole in my chest and the pain was unbearable. I wanted to be numb, to be able to let it all go and forget everything.

        Come home, don't make me sit up alone.

        Refused to hide the emptiness, you let it show.

        Always wanted to be so cold.

        Just didn't care enough to say you love me.

        My mother, the vain of my existence. I thought about about my childhood and the resentment she had shown me. She never cared, never sang songs to me, never told me she loved me. I never had a real mother, just a shadow of something cruel and wicked.

        I can't hold on to me,

        Wonder what's wrong with me.

        I was losing my grip on reality. Everything was colliding and time seemed to drift apart from every aspect of my sanity.

        Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.

        Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...

        Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.

        It was easier to dwell in the hate and anger. Anymore it had become welcoming, comforting, and, over all, consuming.

        Don't want to let it lay me down this time.

        Drown my will to fly.

        I wanted to fight, to give it my all until death. Though the harder I tried, the further back I seemed go.

        Here in the darkness I know myself.

        My eyes scanned the room. I wanted to stay here with Erik in his world of unending night. It was comforting, it helped me to see things clearly.

        Can't break free until I let it go.

        Let me go.

        I begged for my soul to be released. My heart felt like it was chained and bound to fall by fire.

        Darlings, I forgive you... after all,

        Anything is better than to be alone.

        I thought of Damien and Ezra. They had drug me into this mess, but I forgave them. After all, they were the only family I had. They were my rocks, my only hope at living.

        And in the end I guess I had to fall.

        Always find my place among the ashes.

        I fell hard and when I hit the ground it was rock-bottom. My mind found the memory of the night she tried to kill me and put it on loop. I cringed as the hell fire she had brought upon me raced across my vision.

        I can't hold on to me,

        Wonder what's wrong with me.

        What is wrong with me? Why can't I get over this, why can't I push on?

        Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.

        Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...

        How it feels without what? I thought hard about my next words, letting my heart take over instead.

        Lithium, ...stay in love with you.

        My mind flashed to Erik. I did love him, and maybe, he could be my saving grace.

        I'm gonna let it go.

        I made up my mind. It would take everything in me but I was going to fight. I refuse to give in this time.

        My hands fell from the keys and lay motionless in my lap. I stared blankly into space as my head began to throb. The sound of footsteps behind me caused me to jump to my feet.

        "Are you alright?" It was Erik. His eyes were filled with a sadness and concern I didn't know a human being could possess.

        Without warning I raced over to him and threw myself into his arms. It took every ounce of strength I had to hold back my tears.

        "I needed to see you." I whispered into his chest.

        He wrapped his hand around my waist and ran the other through my hair in an effort to comfort me. "I am truly sorry."

        I took his words to heart and hugged him a few moments longer before sucking up my sadness and smiling up at him. "I got something for you."

        "A present?" He asked in shock. "Why would you do that?"

        "It's Christmas Eve, why else?" I said sarcastically and pulled away from him.

        I ran over to the organ and grabbed the box from my bag. He stared down at it with curiosity before I shoved it into his hands.

        "Well...?" I said when he didn't open it immediately.

        He gave me a funny little smile before tearing into the wrapping paper. His eyes widen when he saw the music box. I watched as he ran his hands along its wooden surface before opening it. His mouth turned up into a genuine smile when he saw the figures dancing to his own song.

        "I-I don't know what to say." He mumbled after a few minutes.

        "A thank you would suffice." I smiled.

        He looked up at me and his eyes lit up with an emotion I couldn't put my finger on. "Why don't you stay here? I could figure something out, make you disappear."

        I blinked rapidly at his words. Why would he want me to stay here? What about Christine? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Everything that had happened between us since my sister rejected him. He no longer loved her, he loved me.

        "Erik I-"

        "Please." He cut me off and, sitting the music box down, grabbed my hands.

        "You know I can't do that to Damien and Ezra." I said honestly, though the regret was obvious in my eyes.

        "I know." He said with a sad sigh.

        I removed my left hand from his and reached up to touch his mask. He flinched away almost immediately but I pushed on. "Please, let me see. I promise I won't run."

        He looked deep into my eyes, searching for any sign of dishonesty. When he found nothing but love and concern he slowly nodded his head and closed his eyes tightly.

        My fingers found the edge of the mask and, with a slight move of the wrist, it was off. I didn't scream, or run, I didn't even flinch at what I saw.

        The right side of his face was covered in twisted looking scars and marred flesh, although, it wasn't near as bad the film or stage production depicted it.

        I placed my hand on the deformity and looked deep into his eyes.

        "Beautiful. Inside and out." I whispered, a small smile gracing my face.

        His eyes opened slowly as silent tears raced down his face, but once he saw my smile, his eyes lightened.

        "I-I love you." He said barely above a whisper.

        "I know." I smiled up at him.

        Then, without any thought or warning, I kissed him. At first he stood motionless in shock, but he soon gave in. He pressed my body close to his and tangled his fingers in my hair. My senses were on fire as I sunk deeper into him, leaving me numb all over.

        When he finally pulled away I had been rendered breathless and my legs felt like jello.

        "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that." I said with a shy grin.

        "Too long." He chuckled.

        After that the room grew quiet and we simply stood there, staring into each others eyes.

        "So, about the mirror..." I said when the silence became too much.

        "Sorry about that. It was just the perfect time to get it without anyone noticing." His eyes trailed across the room to a large item covered in a sheet.

        "It's fine, it only led to me getting back-handed and put into hiding, but it's cool." I said sarcastically, following his gaze.

        He stepped back to look me over, his eyes filled with deep concern. "God, I wish there something I could do."

        "It's almost over, don't worry." I stepped closer to him and took his hands in my own.

        A thousand things flashed through his eyes before he spoke again. "You look tired. Why don't you stay here tonight?"

        "That sounds wonderful. Maybe I can get some sleep for once." I said sadly.

        With that he ran off to find me a nightgown while I took to staring at the mirror. It was an odd feeling, knowing the power that was held within it. It seemed to have its own pull, like it wanted you, needed you. I felt like a drug addict going through withdrawals.

        Once Erik returned, I changed and was soon snuggled under the covers in The Phantom's bed.

        "Goodnight love." Erik said and turned to leave the room.

        "Wait," I called after him, "will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone." 

        He gave me an odd look before moving. It was almost like he was shocked that I wanted to be anywhere near him. He made his way over to the bed and layed down next to me. I rolled over and snuggled into his chest. I felt his body grow tense at the movement, but he soon relaxed and wrapped his arms around me.

        I finally drifted off to sleep for the first time in days.

Unknown POV

        I followed them to that cursed opera house. I knew that is where she would be going, I knew that song she had played. She'd been singing it for days now, I'd her here talk about it with Damien.

        My lips grew into a snarl as I silently followed her into the building. She wound through the halls, sticking to the shadows all the while. I watched as she disappeared through a door. After a few moments I followed and was slightly dumbfounded at what I found. The room was empty, she had simply vanished.

        I had been searching the room for some kind of exit when I heard the door open. I found a hiding place quickly and waited to see who had entered. A man walked in and headed straight towards the large mirror that stood in the center of the room. His face was covered by a white mask. Maybe this is the phantom everyone is so afraid of.

        I watched in shock as he carefully slid the mirror open and stepped inside, closing it behind himself. Once I was sure it was safe, I walked over to the mirror and slid it open. I was met by a dark tunnel that appeared to stretch on for miles. It seemed like days had passed as I stumbled through the dark walkways. I finally came across a large opening that led to, what looked like, a make-shift home.

        I could see two people standing next to an organ. One was clearly the man I'd seen before and the other I soon recognized as my daughter. She was standing in front of the man. I watched as she silently took the mask from his face, revealing a disgusting display of scars and marred flesh. Then she kissed him.

        I was about to turn back when something caught my attention. The man had left and Kat stood silently, starring at my mirror. 

        A dark laugh exited my mouth at the sight. This was how I would destroy her.

So was that the moment everyone has been waiting for or what?!?!