Chapter One

I grew up with tales about the man, Erik Destler. He wasn't the favourite character for most people, but I could see the shadowy allure wrapped around his stories. After all with my upbringing it was easy to see him in a newer brighter light. As was expected of the adopted daughter of Madame Antoinette Giry. I heard many things about the man in the white mask but never how he came to the Opera. Antoinette had always said that that was a tale she refused to share, she'd in fact said if I wanted to know to ask him for myself.

It was on my list of things to do in the Opera. I had been accepted as Carlotta's understudy. My bags seemed heavier than they were as I traveled up the stairs to my room in Hall 8, the hall itself was bare of life as I was the only one quartered there. The space had been nicknamed the 'Phantom's haunt' by others at the Opera, and I was more than happy to have the place to myself. At the very least I wasn't worried about being killed by the Phantom of the Opera.

People's blind fear of him was borderline ridiculous, because he's harmless as long as he sees you as the same. If people just bothered to try and understand people like the Phantom the world would be a better place. Wondering if my mother figure had bothered to ever mention me, I opened the door to my room. Letting of an impressed whistle I took in the abnormally large room for an Opera housing, maybe it was supposed to be shared. Leave it to Madame Giry to get me the best room in the hall.

Smiling I dropped my bags on the floor and sneezed as a puff of dust blasted into the air. "Maybe I should start with some cleaning." I muttered.

So I set to work cleaning the room, it didn't take too long. All I had to do was open the window, dust the floor, take the coverings off the furniture, air out the bed, and clean the magnificent mirror on the wall. I spied the space in the corner thinking how amazing it would be to have a piano there. Of course I'd never be able to afford it and I'd never be able to get one up here by myself anyway.

Sighing softly I turned back deciding to unload my clothes into the dresser. I'd have to see what kind of shape the halls bathroom was in tomorrow because the idea of cleaning anymore sounded dreadful. Changing swiftly into a nightgown I curled up in the center of my small twin bed and took out my notebook. It was expensive a gift from Meg for my birthday. So far only 3 or so pages were filled up with scribbles of song ideas or notes to possible future songs and to anyone else it probably looked like a bunch of nonsense.

Flipping open to the marked page I continued with the song I had currently been working on. Humming slightly to myself I wrote down a few more lines trying them out, "The sun is setting over deserted lands, high skies... No no that won't work." After hours of struggling I only managed a few lines. Setting the book down with a sigh I pulled the covers over my shoulders. "Maybe tomorrow." I whispered to myself before lapsing into sleep.

Early in the morning I was awoken by someone shaking me. Groaning I looked at them through slitted eyes and saw my sister. She was standing there looking to and fro nervously as if she wanted to run from the room. Realizing why I giggled. "Afraid the Phantom is going to come get you."

Meggy glared at me. "That is not a thing to joke about Natalie."

"Oh Meg. You scare too easily. It's just a room." I tried to explain but she just shook her head in disbelief.

"Just be careful alright." She said looking at me in worry. "And Mama sent me to bring you down. She wants you early on your first day." Grunting I threw myself off the bed and stretched. "I'm glad you could come." She added.

I smiled at my baby sister. She was such a young thing when I was adopted and we'd never told her that I wasn't actually her elder sister. Antoinette seemed to think it was better this way. It was just luck that I shared some of her fine features such as her fair skin and blonde hair but my eyes were all my own. "I'm glad I could too, but it seems my line of work will be shall we say interesting with my placement as Carlotta's understudy. From what I've heard she'll be a charm to work with. I'll try being polite though." Meg giggled at my tone I smiled at her.

"I'll be down in a few minutes, Meggy. I just have to change." She nodded and slipped quickly out of the room and I could almost picture her running over to what she'd consider safety. Quickly changing into one of my red dresses I moved toward the center of the opera. Taking a deep breath I rubbed my hands on my dress. "Here we go."

Moving out into the hustle and bustle of the Arts I smiled. This is the kind of place I had always wanted to call my home. It was beautiful, busy and bright, full of people and spirits and it had the perfect vibe for any actor. Antoinette smiled when she saw me and softly waved me over while the young Ballet girls continued with their stretching.

She called the girls over and introduced me. "This is Natalie, my eldest daughter, if you ever need any help or I am not here you are welcome to come straight to her, for she is almost as knowledgeable as me." I blushed at her compliment as she gave very few.

"You over sell me, Mother." I laughed softly.

One of the ballerinas in the back spoke up, "Will you dance for us? To see if you are as good as Madame Giry says?" I looked at her sizing her up. She was small, kind of plump and wearing a shit eating grin.

Smirking I nodded my head to her, "If only to prove her point then yes. I will show you after I get off work."

"But aren't you one of the ballerina here?" She asked and I nearly laughed at her shock.

"Yes, little one, I can fill in as a ballerina with the utmost ease but I was hired at La Carlotta's understudy." I stated, walking away from her. I could almost hear Antoinette chuckle behind her fan. I turned and winked at her before disappearing out of sight. While heading across the stage I accidentally bumping into a small man. He fell backward but luckily I was able to catch him.

He opened his mouth I'm sure to say a few choice words but I managed to speak first. "Forgive me I was foolishly walking. I promise to look out for you in the future."

His expression changed and he responded I'm sure a lot kinder than he'd originally planned. "No, no. It was my fault. I'm Anton." He held out a hand and I shook it.

"Pleasure to meet you, Anton. I'm Natalie. I'm afraid I must hurry I needn't make Carlotta angry." He shook his head in agreement before rushing off. The others looked at me with accepting eyes and I was glad I'd gained some respect from my fellow actors. I moved over to Carlotta and apologized, "I'm sorry it took so long to get here. I'm new to the layout of such a big place. It's very nice to meet you I'm Natalie Giry, your understudy."

She turned and looked at me with the foulest expression. The Italian woman looked at me like I was a maggot over rotten food and my whole body stiffened up. "You... you are my understudy!?"

"I am." I stated again.

"This thing is to be my understudy! She's is hideous. She-she is not worthy to be my replacement. Get me a new one!" Carlotta yelled it for the whole stage to hear. They all turned to watch us like we were some sort of show. I could see the look of anger across my mother's face and the outrage across Megs as well.

"I..." I took a deep calming breath. "I will have you know that I worked to get her. I did not get here because I am beautiful, because I am not. I got here because I could sing and dance and those are two things that I do actually pride myself upon. So if you think you can look at me and judge me upon my face then you are a selfish fool who wouldn't know beauty if it slapped you across yours!"

"I will not stand for-"

"No, I was not done. I am your understudy I was hired by the people who employ you! And I will not be leaving no matter what you say to me. So you can sit there shut up and do your damn job or I can do it for you. This is not a friendship this is a business agreement and you will treat it as such." I stormed at her.

Carlotta stood taken back by my shouting and nodded. "Fine. Let's hope you can keep up." I smiled and moved with her. "We get our lines over here." Chuckling I looked around at all those on stage staring at us in shock even Antoinette seemed surprised.

Everyone seemed to stare at me for the rest of the day and I wasn't sure if I was glad for it or not. But needless to say by the end of the night I was very much ready to retire to my room. And you can imagine my annoyance when I remembered I'd promised to show up that arrogant pixie.

ERIK

From my box I watched the progress made on the stage that day. I watched Natalie, who I'd heard only a little about, with interest and was impressed with her ability to work so patiently with Carlotta. And her determination to succeed was admirable to me.

Antoinette only mentioned her occasionally and told me little about her. But I knew that she both cared deeply for her daughter and was very proud of her. It didn't surprise me that she was rarely mentioned her because Meg was also rarely spoken of. I knew it wasn't because she didn't love her children but she saw no reason in talking of them.

Although she had expressed a desire for me to speak with her eldest daughter. While I did not know why I was sure she had a good enough reason and planned to follow her advice. The only thing stopping me was a reason to do so, I doubted my friend had mentioned me at all to Natalie as Meg feared for her life at my name. Something that I had never been very proud of.

My thoughts were put on pause as I saw Natalie walking swiftly across the stage. She wore the same outfit as before but I could see the fatigue in her limbs. They could also see it as the one who'd previously questioned her stood in the back laughing. Meg also noticed and I could see the foul look she had across her face which made her nose squish up in a manner that reminded me of a happier version of her mother.

I was aware that although their hair and proportions were strikingly similar some of the features of Meg. Natalie were quite different. Her personality matched that of a younger version of my best friend with perhaps a bit more rebellious in her eyes. When she walked her body contradicted itself so while her hips swayed her shoulders pointed down and she watched her feet as she walked. It contrasted and made her look like she should have confidence but lacked believing in it.

Her eyes were brown and they had a dull knowledge of the world. She dressed like she was in mourning except the colours were different. Wearing long sleeves and covering her neck made her look too modest, like there was something she didn't want everyone to see. The dress didn't fit the role she was about to fill and I could see the troubles she'd have dancing with it. Antoinette could also see it and I saw guilt and grief cross her face as she looked upon her eldest.

She stood there in front of those girls like she was summoning up the will to actually dance. And as I watched her I wanted to help even though there was nothing I could do. The child wished to prove herself to her peers I couldn't do anything if that was the desire that she had. So I waited curious if she'd be able to dance. I watched as she reached down and took her underskirt off and set it to the side, the dress deflated and looked easier for her to dance in. Natalie's chest moved up and down as she took a few deep breathes and I leaned forward in my chair watching in anticipation.

Then, she began to dance. I'd seen Antoinette dance many times when we were young she remained the best dancer I had ever seen until I saw her daughter dance. Natalie danced with a grace that was unbecoming, it was sensual and full of emotion. She danced like a woman, not a girl, not some ballerina. Her movements were graceful and elegant and she used the dress to her advanced throwing it up around her.

And when she stopped her chest moved in the same pattern she'd begun in. Slow simple breaths as if she'd done nothing at all. Then like a fool I held up my hands and clapped. I stopped myself after the second clap and moved myself into the shadows as not to be seen. When I was able to look back at the girls they were terrified and she... Natalie Giry was smiling. She smiled like she'd won an award, like I'd done exactly what she'd wanted.