Author's Note: Hello! I'm new to this and this is my first story. All constructive criticism is welcome! I really hope you enjoy this, but if it sucks, all ideas to make it better are welcome! Enjoy!

A warm, peaceful feeling filled my very being. I sighed, opening my eyes. "Where the heck am I?" I think to my self. I sit up in bed, gazing around a stone bed chamber, my eyes taking in every inch of the room. I drink in the glowing candlelight on the bedside table and the blood red, silk bed clothes. I pull back a matching velvet curtain that conceals my bed. I slid off the huge bed, my feet being cushioned by red shag carpet.

I turn back to see the huge four poster bed I had just woken up in. A beautiful mahogany wardrobe sat at against the wall, a few feet from the foot of the bed. I open it,seeing a lace robe and reach for it. I wore a long cotton nightgown,the lace frill at the hem brushed the ground. I slid into the robe and wrapped it around me. I make my way towards a large door, obviously the only exit out. As soon as I open it, a cool gust of air meets me, smelling of must and sea salt.

I move down a few uneven stone steps, watching in wonder as I see the lake before me lapping slowly at the shore several feet away. The area around me is bathed in the same, warm candlelight as my room. I work my way across a few more stone paths until I see a piano. A large figure sat hunched over it, writing furiously. He moved a candle closer to him, illuminating his face. A white mask covered half of his face, while the other half was normal, just as any man's face was.

"Erik, darling" I call to him, reaching nearer to the piano. Why was I calling out to this stranger? Why did I feel like I needed to, wanted to? Why did I feel as if I loved this man, trusted him? Erik turned and stood as hurried down the last stone steps to meet him. He smiled, opening his arms to me.

"Be careful on the paths, my love" He whispered as he looked at my bare feet. He kissed my hair, his grip tightening around my waist.

"I will, sweetheart" I cuddled against his chest. Erik chuckled. He tilted my face to his and pressed a kiss against my lips. When he kissed me, it felt right.

He took my hand and led me to the piano. "I wrote something for you" He grinned, moving his music around on the piano.

"Oh did you now? I asked, giving him a smile. He took me in his arms and kissed me gently. I pulled him closer to me, hugging him tightly. "I love you" I whispered, press my cheek against his good cheek.

"And I love you" He gently released me. He raised his hands to the piano, but before his fingers could grace the keys, I was ripped from my dream by the shrill ringing of my alarm clock. And so my day begins.