I shouldn't have been there, not then, not ever. I should not have gone to the abandoned Opera Populaire, not me, not my friends, not even my German Sheppard, Samurai, no one, it makes him angry, it makes him go insane, but we did anyways.
But there we were, me, Maleena, Hunter, Carina, and my dog Samurai, sneaking into the Paris Opera House, me and my delinquent friends, two of the four of us had a juvenile record, with sleeping bags, pillows, CDs and a boom box, Samurai had his favorite toy, Mr. Fuzz. We went in through a passage way I had found snooping around earlier that day.
"Adrienne, are you sure we should be doing this?" Maleena asked me.
"Why are you asking her? She's the one who brought up the idea of spending the night here." Hunter told her. I growled as I turned around, my temper flaring unexpectedly.
"I DIDN'T MAKE YOU GUYS COME, YOU CAN LEAVE NOW!" I yelled, Samurai barked and growled at the space behind me.
"Samurai SHUT IT!" I barked at him, I was unexplainably angry, I didn't know why, it was like someone had an influence over me; I shook it off. I turned and lead the way into the main room. With the stage and everything, I saw the pit, dropped my bag and ran over there, looking for a grate, one the Phantom could have used to listen to the shows.
"Adrienne, it's just a movie, come on and help us unpack." Carina called from the right of the stage. I stood back up and looked down at the floor one last time, spying the grate, I smiled.
"Just think of it, the ballerinas, the orchestra the statues, everything, oh it must have been beautiful, and think the Phantom prowling about his empire demanding his money and Box Five, oh what I would give just to see this place in its hay day!" I smiled, looking up and spinning slowly in a circle getting a good look of the place.
"Come on girly, we need to unpacked." Carina said as she got up on stage, I went over and grabbed to bags and leapt up on stage, I unpacked them, then dug out my CD case and put in POTO sound track and skipped right to Phantom if the Opera.
"Oh, come on Adrienne, seriously?" Hunter asked, walking over to me, about to take out the CD. I grabbed his hand.
"If there's one thing," I put up my pointer finger as I spoke." you don't do to a phangirl is mess with her sound track, got it?" Hunter rolled his eyes sassily,
"Yeah, now let me go." I obliged and released his hand. He left to unpack his bag. We listened to POTO CD until All I Ask of You came on; I hissed and changed the song.
"What is with you and that song, Adrienne?" Maleena asked, I snapped up my head to look at her.
"That's the song that Christine and Raoul sing, confessing their love for one another, the Phantom gets his heart broken listening to them, and I get cranky listening to it, stupid fop and the stupid little corkscrew curled soprano." I growled. I felt eyes burning into my back, like some was glaring at me with hot anger. I had my back turned to Box Five, I twisted violently to look up at the box, but it was empty. I went over to my bag and dug through it, my fingers lit on a flashlight. I grasped it and surfaced, the flashlight. "I'm going exploring, Samurai, come." I said.
I whistled and patting my thigh, Samurai's ears pricked up, he got up, barked and bounded over to me. I smiled and laughed, tasseling the fur on his head and rubbed his ear. I walked off stage and found some stairs. I climbed them to find the hall that the entrances to the observing boxes. I walked by the doors, shining the light on each until I found Box Five. I smiled to myself, I reached for the doorknob, but just before I took it, a hand slapped itself over my mouth and another on my shoulder, before I knew it my back was against the wall behind me and a white half mask gleamed evilly in the dark, the face, that of which could be seen, was twisted into an evil grin.
"You want to go into my box do you? You're one of those girls, aren't you -what are they- hmm, Phangirls, the one that adore me, worship me, like a god." His voice was evilly calm, icy unrealistic, where was Samurai? I shook my head as good as I could. He nodded his head.
"Yes you are, I heard you talking about me, Raoul and Christine, and you called her a stupid corkscrew curled soprano." My eyes widened, he was spying on us.
"You called this place my empire, right you are, but what bothers me, is that, you know this is my empire, and yet you still show up here. Let me guess, the last ones said that I was supposed to be dead, I died in the fire. You thought I was dead." He pushed me closer to the wall, it hurt, he was hurting me, I tried to scream, but he clamped his hand over my mouth firmer. I thought about biting his hand, he obviously knew it.
"You bite me, you lose your life, no one escapes me, not anymore." The hand d he had clasped firmly onto my shoulder slid to my neck, he stepped back a little, "Tiny little thing you are." He slid his hand from my neck to my arm.
" You're easily BROKEN!" Upon the word 'broken' he snapped my arm, I would have screamed, but the pain knocked me out cold. This was only a beginning of something I thought I would never experience. Something I only dreamed of. Something that was practically unreal to me.