To dream.

A/N: Hey hey. I know i've been kinda dead on updating but I've been having some insane writer's block. My muse just stop singing to me. But today after re-reading the first chapter from this I got nipped again. So here you go. Another chapter.

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Chrystal was hoping that the drive to the airport would pass uneventfully, alas that was not to be. Her mother glanced over at her. "I dont know why you have to do this. It can't be all that bad." Chrystal gaved an exasperated sigh. "Mo-ther, You didnt have the dreams about him that I've been having." Her mother shook her head with a small twist to her lips. "You don't think I did? I remember still the feel of his breath on my skin. And that face...god...even though I know that he has been passed to you I still have nightmares about him. He was a monster Chrys. Plain and simple. Think about it, by his manipulation of Christine he basically raped her with his music, with his voice. He may not have touched her body but he sure as hell scarred her mind. I remember my mother lecturing me about him when I started hearing him. 'Joyce!' she said. 'You must stop this nonsense. You are only jumping at shadows stop being a baby!' your grandmother was a real hard ass. I gotta tell ya."

Chrystal stared at her mother. The vehemence in the woman's voice startled her. She had no idea that her mother had hated every minute that Erik had visited her. "We are not the same there mom." She felt a little embarrassed telling her about this but her mom had been her best friend. "Yes, when I first saw him in my mind. I remember I was going to turn sixteen. The age that she was when he started in his pursual of Christine. I was so frightened. The sound of his voice softly lulling my body to sleep as I lay down. I remember seeing him in my dream at the time. He was so...sad mom. God..." She stopped as she choked. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks at the memory. She could hear his voice in her head singing a slow, sad requiem. As if it was an ode to his own deep seated sorrow. She could feel her heart clench as if it was ripping in two. She was snapped out of her sobbing by her mother shaking her shoulder.

"Chrys! CHRYSTAL! Don't let his self pitty overwhelm you, and don't mistake it for sorrow. You really will go mad. You will pine away for an emotion that is not yours. You really will go mad if you let it take over." Chrystal nodded and sniffed a bit.

"There are kleenex in the glove box hun." She nodded and went for the offered tissues. After blowing her nose she looked up and noticed that they were already parked at the airport. "How...how long was I crying?" Her sparkely blue eyes were wide with shock.

Joyce shook her head and sighed. "You were sobbing for a good fifteen minutes, we've been parked for about five of that. But you don't have time now. You have to go catch the plane. Just a warning though sweety. The closer you get to him, the more....coporeal he'll become. Just be careful." She hugged her daughter and smiled sadly. "I dont approve of what you're doing but I understand your need to get him the hell out of your head."

Chrystal smiled as her mother tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear. "Yeah mom... I really have to do this. I'll get you a souvenier kay?"

Joyce smiled and caressed her cheek. "Alright, as long as it isnt one of those cheesy Eiffel tower lighters." Chrystal laughed and shook her head. "Nah, it'll be good. I promise."

With one last hug she got out of the car, grabbed her couple of suitcases and went to go get her tickets printed out at the counter. Her mother had contacted her aunt in Rouen and she would be staying with them at their estate.

Erik was singing in her head and heart as she boarded her plane. She smiled as she sang softly with him.

"Your eyes see but my shadow.
My heart is overflowing.
There's so much you could come to love.
You've got my heart glowing.
Tenderly, you could see my soul..."

The flight attendant only spared her a glance as she took her seat. Somehow she felt that this flight was going to go by faster then usual. She sighed, She hoped that the french side of family wouldnt be too put out by her.