Three years after the incident of the Phantom of the Opera the Opera Populaire was re-opened by Monsieur Fimenir and M. Andre. The original cast of the Populaire had been scared off by the Phantom all but Madam Giry and little Meg.

The debut performance was to be 'Hanibal' and the opening onthe anniversary of the patron and his wife, Raoul and Christine de Chagny, they were holding a Masquerade Ball in celebration of their anniversary and the grand opening. All were invited including a small cours girl named Misty. Little be known to her but this was to be the start of her grand adventure.

Madam De Chagny entered the ball room to the floodingof singing from the party goers, "Masquerade! Paper faces on parade."

"Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you."

A new voice joined but none noticed except for Misty and Christine, Both girls looked up as a tall handsome man entered. He wore a plain black mask that hid most of his face, his straw blond hair was combed back, he wore a long black cape over his evening close and his green eyes darted around the room momentarily meeting Christines', whose locked with is. No one heard what she said next, not even Raoul.

"It's Him."

The Phantoms' eyes moved about until they fell upon the small form of Misty. She had soft golden-brow curls that fell in front of her shoulders and to the middle of her shoulder blades, she had Blue eyes, her skin was a tanned pale color. She was a curious girl not easily frightened. She had worked her whole life, sense she was five, trying to become an Opera star. This twenty year old girls heart was heavy from the many things she had seen and done. The Phantoms' eyes swept over her her simple Garnett and Black dress, her white half mask, her hair brushed to the left side covering the unmasked side of her face, and her black cloak with the hood pulled up over her head.

Once the Phantom had heard her in her dressing room singing and had followed her voice and ever sence he had watched over her, sang to her, protected her and even fallen in love with her, he had utterly forgotten Christine this lovely Angle had lifted him from his the shattered pieces of his heart and he had begun to find a new desire, he would not mess up and lose her this time.

He gently shashayed over the Misty, as she watched the couples, dance over the ball room floor, from her perch on the bottom of the stairs, wishing to join them, until he stood over her.

"Good evening Monsieur." Misty greeted.

"Good evening Mademoiselle, would you care to join me in a dance?" The Phantom asked as he bowed and offered his hand.

"Yes Monsieur." Misty took his hand and stood.

For hours they danced and talked and laughed but at 11:30pm thirty minuets before it was time for the party goers to remove their masks the Phantom pulled Misty to the side.

"Mademoiselle I must be off now but keep this to remember me by." He pressed into her hand a small leather chain with a red rose pendent in the center of the rose was a black skull.

"Keep it it's yours." He turned to go.

"Wait!" Misty demanded as she caught his wrist. "Will I ever see you again?"

"Yes, but if your ever lonely in the dead of night just listen quietly and I'll be there."

"Might I ask of your name?" She asked innocently.

"Erik-Erik Destler." He said.

"Good night Erik." Misty said as she let him go.

"Good night Misty."

And with a whirl of his cape he vanished.

Later that night Erik stood behind a large mirror as Misty rushed into her room in her night dress and took the necklass Erik had given her and put it around her neck.

It gave Erik a queasy warm feeling seeing this girl put on His necklass. She smiled un be knowing the Phantom was watching her and she laid in her bed.

"Night time sharpens, hightens each sensation. Darkness stirrs and wakes imagenation."

sha heard the soft velvety angelic voice sing as she sliped in to her dreams of singing danceing and a certain Phantom of the Opera.

"Silently the sences abandon their defences. Slowly, gently night unflurls its splender. Grasp it, sence it trimulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light. And listen to the Music of the Night. Close your eyes and surender to your darkest dreams purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar."

Misty took in a light breath and fell asleep.

A/N:

Anyway Tell me what you thought.

Misty: I think I finaly got to dance at a ball.

How'd you get in here? This is MY personal nay PRIVATE thought.

Misty: I have my ways.

Why you sniveling little *Gasp*

Erik: Hello Dears.

How'd you get here?

Erik: Trap door.

Figures. *stiks out tounge*

I thought that was a good way to end this chapter. Oh and don't worry there is plenty more to come.

Misty: Yay!

Erik: *Whispers in ear* If she breaks my heart I'll never recover.

*Lays hand on shoulder* Trust me.

Please if I got Eriks' last name wrong tell me.

Anyway review or Erik will come after you and I nor He will be heald responsible for his actions, I've been told he is quite skilled with the punjab lasso(evil smile).

Erik: Very skilled.

I remain your obediant servant,

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