Phantom's Little Girl

Author's Note: Well, people, the last story I wrote was more of a drama with some comedic moments. This one is very much a comedy/parody. I am not only a Labyrinth fan, but a Phantom phan. I have been pondering this idea for a while, wondering if I dare write such a ridiculous story. I love the Phantom of the Opera, so don't think I am trying to insult the story. I thought I could lighten the mood by putting some ridiculous situations in it. This will be a very short story, no more than the length of two or three chapters. So, without further ado.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Phantom of the Opera or it's characters. Danielle, Derek, and Joseph (not Buquet) are mine. Mwahaha!

"Why have you brought me here, Danielle?"

Danielle looked up into her beau's eyes as he caressed the palms of her hands. His dazzling blue eyes searched hers. What he saw caused chills up his spine. Whether it was from an unknown fear or just the pleasure of being close to her, he was unsure.

"Danielle, will you not answer me?"

"Of course, I was just waiting for her to finish narrating."

"Oh."

"Derek, I know it is improper for a man to be in a lady's quarters, but I feel it is the only way we can avoid him."

"Danielle, you are positively shaking, are you that afraid of him?"

Danielle looked at him, bemused, as she tried to pry his shaking hands from her shoulders. His lip quivered as she took a step back from him.

"Well, my dearest, at least you have stopped shaking." Derek made an attempt to sit down, after missing several times, he finally bested the chair. He leaned against it, smiling nervously.

Danielle, approached him, passing a black and white mask that hung on her wall. She stared at it as she sat at Derek's feet. "The man is everywhere, Derek. I can't escape from him, I never will." She reached her hand up and caressed his face.

"Well, darling, he is your Father. He can't be all that bad, can he?" Derek tried and failed to sound convincing, he had heard the stories about him. He was damn sure the Count did not use rope to play skipping games. His hand went up to his neck, subconsciously rubbing it. His eyes moved to Danielle's, his hand moving from his neck, to replace it on hers. His trembling went from that of fear to pleasure.

Danielle sighed as she felt his warm fingertips on her skin. Her eyes went to the mask on the wall once again. Oh, damn him, even when I am alone I'm not alone. Danielle had her Coming Out Party over a year before, only because her Mother insisted. Her Father's displeasure over this fact was proven from her lack of suitors.

Not that she hadn't had her gentleman callers. Out of the eight had that had sought permission to court her, only one had managed to reach the sitting room. She remembered how her Father had sat and stared at him the entire time, interrogating him with his eyes. She had sat across from the poor, stuttering boy, glaring daggers at her Father, as he slowly killed the Vicomte with his eyes. Danielle steered the conversation over to music, hoping that would break the ice between the two. Well, that had backfired, when the young Vicomte had said he thought composing was sentimental and a waste of precious time. Everything after that became a blur. The Vicomte had either ran or flown out of the house and her nutty Father had tried to comfort her. "Don't worry about that sniveling, uncreative, pasty faced boy, Danielle. You will always have me and your Mommy."

"Danielle, Danielle, your eye."

Danielle snapped out of the memory and focused on Derek's face.

"What," she asked, trying to drown out the narrator's voice.

"Your eye, Danielle, it's twitching."

Danielle stood up and walked over to her full length mirror. She looked at her face and said, "Oh my God, it is." She turned away from the mirror and started to pace. "It's my Father, he's driving me crazy. I mean, most Fathers think it's cute when a young boy brings his six year old daughter flowers. Well, mine thought he was being forward. Poor Henry."

"Woe, woe, woe. Do you mean Henry Thomas, our old classmate?"

Danielle nodded, twisting a strand of hair that had fallen from her bun.

"The boy who fancied you and after speaking to you only once, developed a habit of running away and screaming every time he heard a piano playing."

Danielle nodded once again. "What is to happen to us, Derek. You are the only eligible man of our class that has not yet approached my Father..."

Derek quietly started making his way toward the door as she ranted. "If you and I cannot succeed I shall die an old maid, and you will just, well, die." Danielle quickly turned around as Derek's hand was turning the door knob.

"Derek!"

Derek jumped as Danielle stalked towards him, her emerald eyes full of, love?

"Oh, Derek," Danielle said, taking his hand and pulling him towards her bed. She sat down pulling him down next to her.

"You were going to look out into the halls to see if Father was coming. Oh, my protector." Danielle pulled his head down to her chest as she stroked his hair, affectionately.

"Uh," she held him closer as he spoke, his head buried in her softness. "Of course my love," he finished, getting dizzy from the scent of her. She pulled away from him and leaned her face toward his. Derek looked at her as she closed her eyes and pouted her lips. I wonder why Danielle is doing that? A light bulb appeared above Derek's head. Oh.

His hand moved to cup her neck as his lips descended upon hers he, "Wah," Derek fell to the floor as Danielle jumped off the bed. "Oh, it's no use, Derek. My Father's eyes are everywhere. He will not accept our growing love." She looked at him as he stood, rubbing his back.

"But, Darling, I will protect you." He caressed her collarbone as he leaned in to drink from her lips.

"Danielle!"

Derek jumped as he tried to hide behind his Love.

"Joseph," Danielle scolded her little brother, "did I not tell you to knock before you enter my chambers."

The ten year old ignored his sister's lecture, giggling mischievously as he looked at Derek.

"Ooh, wait till Daddy finds out." Joseph eyed Derek and announced, "I get his cufflinks."

"Joseph!" Danielle eyed her brother, giving him her Father's death glare. Joseph gulped as he backed out of the room and closed the door.

"Where were we, my love," Derek cooed. He placed his hand on her neck once again, his lips hovering over hers.

"Danielle!"

"Joseph, I told you to knock."

"Sorry." Joseph backed out of the room and closed the door. Tap, tap, tap.

Danielle sighed, "Come in, Joseph."

Joseph ran in, panting. "Danni, Daddy's coming up the stairs."

"Oh my God, Jo, why didn't you tell me?"

"But, you said," he started to whine.

"Oh, honey never mind. Do me a favor, stall Daddy anyway you can."

"I thought that was for horsies."

"No, just tell him a story, put on a skit, tell him some jokes. I need at least five minutes to help Derek escape."

"Okay, sis."

Joseph ran out as Derek started to hyperventilate.

"Derek, this is no time to practice breathing techniques. We must escape the Phantom's wrath."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her fireplace.

"What are you going to do," he said between gulps, "push me out the chimney."

Danielle pulled the candle holder on the ledge of the fireplace and stepped back. The wall behind the fireplace swung forward, revealing a secret passage.

"No, you are about to witness something few have. My father's lair."

With that, she pulled Derek into the darkness, humming her Father's theme song.