She sat down in front of her mirror and began to powder her very nervous face. She looked down for just a second and when she looked up, she gasped at the sight of a man towering behind her. His gloved hand slipped over her mouth as she tried to scream. He was dressed in nearly all black but had a pure white mask on the right side of his face. He had black hair that was slicked back, and a deep, rich voice.

Elaina’s arms remained latched around Erik’s neck as both of them were silent. She could feel his gloved hands ever so lightly touching her waist and her back. Neither could explain the connection that just happened.

And suddenly, Erik quickly pulled away. What was he doing?? He was not about to betray his beloved Christine! Not after all this work he had done to call her his own. This wasn’t supposed to happen.