Sorry it's been awhile just haven't had much inspiration. But here's the next chapter.

He leaned against the wall and watched her go. The girl had a sharpened wit, an even sharper tongue. His first impression of the girl was that she resembled him in a few ways. Hard, untrusting, abused by the world, and searching for a way out. And he saw parts of... her as well. Her voice (no doubt about that) might even be ten times better! Her beauty, though she hid it with normalcy and roughness. Most importantly, her passion for music. There could be no other girl in the world with the same passion nor the same look that she had bared. When he was in the room with her, that same look of delight and fear crossed her face. One more thing that confirmed his theory were these random fits she seemed to go into.

She seemed to feel more and more uneasy around him. She seemed to get more and more testy when he pushed her. He wouldn't let this oppurtunity slip away from them. He wouldn't let her get away, not this time. She was so much more different from his Christine, more daring perhaps. That seemed to make her more beautiful. There was nothing more satisfying than to see a masterpiece pulled up from the gutter.

He watched her progress, her success, her happiness. Now he had to move onto step two. Winning her heart again. It was a hard thing to catch up to years of failure. Again he hit another snag. He could only be in his human body for a fixed amount of time. His physical form was growing stronger with each thought, everytime she sung, every desire for him. He could already feel his strength returning. Hopefully when he put his plan into action, he would be strong enough.

The mirrors around him only reflected, literally the shadow of a man, nothing more than a ghost. Still much more solid than he was before. Dear Celeste, he wondered what she would think when she saw him in his full glory. He chuckled, it only came out as whisper, but she seemed to hear him better than anyone else. Celeste, the girl with golden hair, sharp blue eyes, scars on pale skin... the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He felt his almost blood pound with fire, with longing, with passion, with want. He wanted her, needed her, with a passion that set his veins on fire! Soon she would know this passion, this need, soon she would grow to love him, like he did.

She'd have to or this time... this time, she would be the one left in the fire, he would make sure of that...