So, another cover. A friend of mine helped me make it on my phone today. I realize it's a bit out of focus and fuzzy, but do keep in mind that it was done on an Android One, just saying.....

Today I decided to watch Love Never Dies for the first time and all I can say is WTF!!!! But I still loved it, especially the drunken Raoul, muhwahahahahahaha!!!!!

The Phantom of the Opera is still not in my possession.

Ezra's POV

        I left the lair through the passage that ended near the dorms. They were closer to the stage, which is exactly where I was headed. I wanted to figure out what all that screaming had been about earlier.

        The halls were dark and quiet but the closer I got to the stage the more that silence was broken. The new managers were running around frantically while a herd of police stood in a circle around something covered in a white sheet. I slipped through a back entrance that only the stage hands knew of and slowly made my way to center stage. 

        I was two feet from the sheet when a officer noticed me. 

        "What are you doing?" He said trying to sound intimidating.

        I put on my best innocent bystander act. "I'm a stage hand, sir. I heard all the commotion earlier and simply wanted to know what had happened."

        He let out a shallow breath, losing the authoritative composure. "Well in that case, would you mind identifying the body for us? Those two haven't really been of much help." He pointed towards Andre and Firmin.

        "Body?" I asked seriously, although I couldn't help but smile a little at his comment.

        "Yes, a man was killed during the show." He motioned to the sheet that lay just feet from us. "The poor bastard was hung from right up there." 

        I followed his finger as he pointed to the rafters above. "If it will help, I suppose I can take a look."

        I couldn't help but cringe a little at the thought. The last thing I wanted to do tonight, or ever, was look at a dead man. Though my curiosity got the best of me as I followed the man to the crowd of people. 

        "I hope you have a strong stomach." The officer mumbled as he reached for the corner of the sheet. He pulled the sheet back just enough for the me to see the man's face.

        Any feeling I had of remorse disappeared as I gazed down at the body of Joseph Bouqet. It wasn't really gruesome or near as bad as the officer had made it out to be. My first thought was that the pig deserved it and maybe more. His death really didn't seem to effect me, I'd never liked him anyhow.

        I cocked my head to the side as I muttered. "His name is Bouqet, he was a stage hand like myself."

        The officer pulled the sheet back in place and stood. "Do know of anyone who may have wanted this man dead."

        Yes officer, a handful of women. "No, I do not." I lied.

        "Well I suppose that's all we need from you then." He said and glanced toward the other officers for approval. "Be on your way."

        I simply nodded dully and headed straight for my room. Once I reached it, I shut the door and began pacing. It was a nervous habit of mine. 

        Who would do such a thing? I mean yes, the man had it coming but why here and now? As much as I wanted to lay the blame on Erik, something told me otherwise. I continued pacing until the sound of door opening made me freeze. 

        The men that shared this room with me were never here until early morning. They usually went to town on a mission of alcohol and women.

        I turned slowly until I was facing the door. It creaked open and hit the wall with a small thud. There was a figure standing in the doorway, a figure I knew from long ago. 

        He looked me in the eyes as he smirked. "Hello brother."

Kat's POV

        "Erik. Erik wake up." I whispered and lightly poked Erik's arm for the twentieth time. 

        I woke up this morning expecting to be in my own bed in my own room, but instead I woke up exactly where I'd fallen asleep. I wasn't really angry but I wasn't happy either. Erik promised I would be back in my room before dawn, yet here I am, at eight in the morning, in The Phantom's lair, trying to wake his stubborn ass up. 

        Why do you hate me universe?

        "Erik! Wake up!" I raised my voice a bit and shook his arm. 

        His eyes fluttered open as he jumped to his feet, knocking me backwards in the process. Obviously, I'd startled him. 

        "What's wrong? Did something happen?" He said while he rubbed the sleep from his left eye. His mask was crooked a little allowing some light scarring to be shown. He noticed my staring and quickly fixed it.

        I sighed and looked at him sideways. "Uh, yeah hi. So, uh why am I still down here?"

        "What?" He looked confused for a moment then shook head as if he remembered. "Oh I must have fallen asleep. Sorry."

        "Oh. Well in that case, what excuse do we fancy this time?" I stood up and headed for the door. Of course I was playing dumb, I knew very well that there was reason behind most, if not all things he did. But why would he want me here, especially after last night? After all, I am the sister of the girl that just crushed his very being.

        He walked past me to hold the curtain back. "Well you are ill. I think that is a reasonable excuse."

        I sniffled on cue, as if to prove his point further. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief so I could blow my nose. I turned away from him and walked out by the water, trying to muffle my snot fest. I've always hated blowing my nose in front of other people. Once I was finished, both of my ears had popped and my head hurt ten times worse then it already had. 

        I rubbed my temples and turned around to find Erik standing directly behind me, holding a glass of water. "Here, before you start coughing." He said.

        "Thanks." I raised an eyebrow at the glass that was now in my hand. Where in the world did he get this? I turned and looked at the murky lake water then back to the glass.

        "Don't worry, it's not from there." He chuckled.

        "Oh." I mumbled as he tried to suppress a laugh. "You're awfully chipper this morning." 

        "No." He said. "You just have certain-"

        "Dork-like quality?" I cut him off.

        He nodded and sort of smirked at that then marched over to the organ. I followed and we sat, facing the water. The only sound, for what seemed like hours, was that of the lake. We listened to the soft waves in peace until I decided to open my big mouth.

        "She told me what happened?" I said simply.

        Erik looked up from the floor to meet my eyes. "What?"

        "Christine." I mumbled, realizing this conversation starter was bad idea.

        "Oh, that." He said softly as he consciously touched his mask. "I should have known better than to think that she could ever love this." 

        "Don't be ridiculous. It can't be that bad." I said, turning slightly to face him.

        His eyes flashed with confusion then anger. "Don't be ridiculous! If only you knew, then you'd hold your tongue."

        "Hold my-? Okay, I wasn't trying to upset you. Sorry." I said defensively.

        "I don't need your sympathy. You'll never understand." He turned away from me, that same fire I'd seen last night raging in his eyes.

        "I don't pity you in any way." I said, my voice growing stronger. Now it was my turn to get mad.

        "You will never understand." He mumbled again.

        I stood up angrily, almost positive the seat would have fallen if he hadn't been sitting on it. "No of course I can't understand, you won't tell me anything!"

        "You have no idea what it is like, this life, this world!" His voice boomed throughout the room causing me to shiver.

        "Exactly! You won't tell me anything!" I yelled, trying to make my voice as big as his. I wasn't one hundred percent sure why we were arguing about something so simple, but I wasn't about to lose this one.

        "You never asked." He stated calmly.

        I sighed and slumped my shoulders. "Okay then, will you tell me? I'll take anything."

        "I...I...I can't." He said quietly.

        "Ugh! What is wrong with you?" I raised my voice again, throwing my hands in the air. "You say all I need to do is ask then refuse to give me an god damned answer!"

        He looked up at me but said nothing. I calmed myself a little before continuing. "If you don't want to talk, then just say so."

        "I just can't, alright." He said sadly.

        I shook my head and headed towards the nearest exit. No matter how familiar his pain was to me, I just couldn't bring myself to feel sorry for him. I don't understand him. The one thing he hates so much is what he craves the most.

        "Where are you going?" He called from his seat at the organ.

        "I'm leaving." I replied.

        "Why?" He asked which only pissed me off all over again.

        I whipped around and marched angrily back to him. "You know you're not the only broken one here!"

        Before I could stop myself, I was standing in front of him, unbuttoning the back of my dress. "You have the audacity to say that I can't understand! You have no idea what I've been through!" My voice echoed off the walls as I struggled with the last few buttons.

        I wanted him to see. I wanted him to know that he wasn't alone.

        Tears brimmed my eyes as I turned around, showing him my bare back and scars that covered it. "This is my life, my world. At least you were lucky enough be born with yours, I got mine from my own mother."

        I felt the cold leather of his gloved hand run along the marred surface. He'd seen them before but only briefly. I knew this because he'd asked about them, but I'd never given him an answer, until now.

        "I'm so sorry." He mumbled, mesmerized by the sight before him. 

        "I didn't do this to gain your sympathy, I did it to prove a point." I turned around to face him, holding my dress up to keep it from falling. "You don't have to hide from me." 

        I reached up and lightly touched his mask. His hand quickly found mine and lightly removed it. 

        "I know." He released my wrist and watched it fall to my side. 

        We were just inches apart, nearly touching. I was having a hard time keeping my dress up and his dark eyes staring right into mine seriously wasn't helping. If someone were to walk in right now, this wouldn't look very good. 

        "Let me help." Erik turned me around and began buttoning my dress back up. 

        Even with his gloves, the touch sent shivers up my spine. I knew he could feel them, but I wasn't trying to hide it.

        Once he finished, I immediately headed toward the door again. He followed.

        "Why?" He asked before I walked into the passage.

        "I already told yo-" I started to say but was cut off.

        "No. Why?" He said sternly.

        I sighed, letting a single tear fall. "I just want you to see."

        "See what?" His green eyes burned wholes in mine.

        "What's right in front of you." I said before disappearing in the darkness ahead.

AN: A cookie to whomever can guess what I ripped from The Vampire Diaries(which is also not mine) in Erza's POV....

Here's a hint: It's from Season 1, Episode 1