Emiliee didn't want to leave the roof. The roof had quickly become her haven. Safe and far away from any harm, and with Francois. Emiliee wasn't sure why she felt so content with him. Maybe it was because she needed comfort. Just someone to tell her that everything was going to be ok. Or maybe…maybe it was more then that.

Emiliee didn't want to go back into the Opera House. But Francois insisted that they get inside before she froze to death. Emiliee couldn't figure out a way to explain her fears without giving away anything. She didn't want him to know…at least not yet. She needed answers, but to get answers she needed…life. Hopefully the masked man had a little good in him.

She had managed to convince Francois that the "actor" had meant her no harm, that nothing happened to her and that he took off never to return again. Really it was quite far-fetched. But then so was a masked man living behind a mirror.

Finally he persuaded her to return inside. Softly clutching her hand he started down the stairs. Emiliee became very anxious as she left the roof.

What am I doing? She asked herself furiously if I go back there he'll kill me…

But, despite her furious attempts to turn around, she still ventured on. Her grip tightening around Francois hand as they reached closer to her dressing room. She couldn't tell him that she couldn't go back in there because the masked demon would get angry and kill her. But she also couldn't go in there because the masked demon would be angry and kill her anyway.

Emiliee approached the doorway slowly. It was closed, even though Emiliee knew that when she had run it had been left open. Emiliee tried not to think about what was waiting for her on the other side of that door.

Francois sensed her uneasiness.

"Emiliee, don't worry. Don't be frightened. It's ok" he said smiling at her softly. Francois leaned towards her gently and hesitated at first before brushed his lips with hers.

Emiliee felt herself relax slightly. She took a deep breath and reached out to grab the doorknob. Slowly the door creaked open.

Her eyes were flooded in darkness. All she could distinctly make out was the mirror, her scared reflection glowing inside of it.

"Emiliee, " Francois voice came from behind her "I must return to my sleeping quarters. I…"

"No!" Emiliee exclaimed.

Francois looked at her, evidently surprised by her outburst. Emiliee collected her composure.

"No," she said more softly "please, don't leave."

Emiliee didn't care how presumptuous or forward she sounded. She just didn't want to be left alone in the dark while the demon was still around. She didn't want to have to fight off her fears herself. She didn't have the strength for that.

Francois looked at her curiously. He wasn't exactly sure what to think. Surely she didn't actually mean….No. That was ridiculous. She was just nervous to be alone, that's all.

Slowly he walked into her dressing room and Emiliee closed the door slowly behind them. The young de Chagny didn't realize how awkward the situation was. She was too terrified to think about something like that.

The room plunged into an atmosphere of eerie silence. Only the sound of their breathing was audible. Emiliee felt a growing sense of dread overwhelm her as her mind reeled to figure out a way to escape from the man's clutches.

Emiliee walked over to a candle on the bedside table. Only after reluctantly letting go of Francois hand. She bent over and carefully lit it. Immediately the walls began to dance in firelight. Emiliee felt her relax a little as she gazed around the room. She saw no man at all and she heard no voices in her head. Maybe she just imagined everything.

She turned to face Francois who hadn't moved from his spot.

"I have to go back to my…" he started motioning towards the door.

Emiliee watched him carefully before nodding slowly. As much as she wanted him to stay with her and guard her from whomever that man was. But she also knew that, because she couldn't explain herself fully, it was odd to make him stay.

"Right. Yes, You should…you should go…" she said flustered, running her fingers through her hair.

Francois nodded and then walked over to the door. He only paused a second to wish her goodnight before closing it between the two of them.

Emiliee stood in the darkness before walking nervously back to her bed. One thing was painfully clear, she wouldn't be getting ANY sleep that night.

Erik stood cloaked in the shadows. The Punjab lasso was clutched in his hand, poised and ready to kill. He hadn't murdered anyone in quite some time but he doubted that he could have lost his skill at using the weapon. All he knew was that he wanted to kill that boy. That insolent boy whom was so untrustworthy.

Truth was Erik wanted to end Francois's life, not because he was untrustworthy but because he had caused him to relive his pain. Emiliee had gone off with that Francois to the roof. Emiliee wanted protection…from him. She wanted protection from "The Phantom of the Opera"…just like Christine had.

Erik felt his heart clench at the thought of Christine.

His thoughts were interrupted when the dressing room door opened and Francois walked silently out. Erik watched as he walked down the corridors. He was approaching him. Erik's grip tightened around the lasso. A few seconds and a swift crack of his neck and that boy would be no longer. But before he had time to throw the lasso around his neck a voice cried out from behind which caused Erik to retreat back into his shadowy hideout.

"Just thought you'd have a little fun?" said the voice mockingly.

Francois spun around to see who was talking to him. He smirked when he saw.

"Marcello right?" his voice had taken on a snobby air.

"No need to enquire as to your name, Francois." The voice, Marcello, sounded furious.

Erik smirked to himself. Maybe he wouldn't have to kill Francois after all. Marcello seemed pretty keen to do it for him.

"So do you always do that then?" asked Marcello putting his hands on his hips.

Francois raised his eyebrows "Do what exactly?"

"Follow young girls into their dressing rooms…the same day you met them?"

Francois cocked an eyebrow at the remark.

"Oh, I understand what this is about." He said trailing off.

Marcello knew he was toying with him and he desperately wished he wouldn't have to ask the question Francois wanted him to.

"What?" he finally asked a little dejected

"She askedme to accompany her" he said, a little glint in his eye

"That's ludicrous! I'm not stupid Francois, how thick to you think I am?" Marcello asked his voice rising dangerously

"Do you really want me to answer that question?" asked Francois mockingly

Marcello glowered at him. The hatred he felt at that moment was the most he had ever felt in his entire life.

"Besides," Francois said laughing lightly to himself

"What are you talking about?" Marcello asked. He looked ready to punch Francois in the face

"C'mon now Marc," he said, emphasizing his nickname thick with mockery "I know you wish you were the one holding her"

Marcello looked at him in shock.

"WHAT!" he exclaimed

Francois smiled slyly "Just so you know, I kissed her tonight and boy was it good…"

Marcello shook his head slowly his body visibly shaking with anger "You conceited bastard" he muttered under his breath.

"Want to say that again? You wouldn't want the de Chagny to hear such a poor servant…"

But before Francois could finish his sentence Marcello's fist smashed into his face with such force that he stumbled backwards clutching his nose.

"Alright…Alright…Alright!" said Francois trying to steady himself from the blow "Listen, Emiliee is a very fine girl I would never do anything to hurt her."

"You expect me to believe that?" asked Marcello. His confidence slowly growing.

Francois shook his head and tried to wipe away some of the blood from his nose. He highly suspected it to be badly broken.

"I would never do anything that would…" he started

"Right, like going into her dressing room in the dead of night?" Marcello asked

"What were you doing out by her dressing room so late then?" Francois asked.

"I was cleaning." He said shortly

"Right," said Francois smirking again "servants work..."

"Well I least I was taught some courtesy and respect," Marcello spat "Do you want a black eye to match your nose, Francois?"

"Hey, settle down. I don't want to draw attention to this. Please try and keep your voice down…" asked Francois hastily

"What? So it doesn't ruin your non-existent reputation?"

"You know what? I'm going to sleep. Goodnight Marcello" said Francois turning around and walking in the other direction.

Marcello said nothing as he watched him go. His face set in a stony expression.

Finally he turned on his heel and stormed off in the other direction.

Erik still stood in the shadows. That boy had wrecked his chance to kill Francois. But through their little conversation Erik had lost his desire to strangle him. Maybe tomorrow he would get around to it.

Authors Note: Here's Chapter 10! Yay! Remember to review! There WILL be a lot more of Erik, Christine and Raoul stuff and E/C loveliness. Almost, almost. Enjoy and Review!