Phantom of the Opera's fingers danced across the keys of his piano as he stared at the sheets of music he had spent years perfecting and playing over and over again to the point he could play the keys in the air and sing the notes from the mind without even thinking of the notes.

His mind lingered on the woman he had so blindly falled for. And this woman, this wonderful soprano, had haunted his nights and memories from whence he had seen her dance across the stage and sing with that hypnotic voice of hers that he had taught her to use to her will. The young woman lay in his bed, unconscious and never to return to the world she had once sang for.

"Damn her! Damn him!" He shouted and slammed his first into the keys, causing a horrid sound to echo through the cave he had hidden under and now with the woman he had obsessed over for years. Of course, she had to betray his love and teachings by falling in love with a man. Why else had he stolen her and dragged her down into his personal hell.