"His face, Meg! It's horrible! It scares the life out of me, though I suppose that is what he does best."

The man behind the curtain froze. A choke escaped Erik's throat. She had seen him? His face?

A lone tear trickled down his cheek, which he wiped away angrily. Man up Erik! Said his inner voice, but he felt so betrayed.

So she saw your face. So what?

So everything. He would have to stop giving her lessons, stop contact with her. Stop everything he had lived for. His life was over. Tonight he would leave, and never return. It would be best for everyone, and Christine could get on with her life.

He brokenly began to sing…

"I gave you my music,

Made your song take wing,

And now,

Now you've repaid me,

You've shunned me and betrayed me."

He sunk to his knees, still hidden behind the curtain that blocked Meg and Christine from his view.

Suddenly, a giggle broke his thoughts. The Opera Ghost lifted his head. Fury ripped through him. The Young Giry found it funny?

He stood up, angry and confused. He pulled back the curtain, just enough to see the two girls.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next.

"My pumpkin's much uglier than yours, Christine. Just look at his ferocious teeth!"

Christine sat on the left of Meg, on her lap, a large pumpkin, surrounded by peelings and orange chunks of pumpkin.

The Phantom exhaled slowly. You fool! Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve, they're simply preparing for the celebrations. Although, he admitted, this is the first time I have ever mistaken myself for a pumpkin…

And probably the last... Probably.

A/N: Was it bad? *Braces self*

I don't celebrate Halloween, but to those who do, have a phantastic Halloween. Are any of you going as Erik? I wouldn't be surprised...