So yesterday, I found out that I got the part of Christine for the duet, "Phantom of the Opera." so, to celebrate, I'm gonna write my first Phantom of the Opera fic. Here's a short one-shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters.
Meg, despite what she had been told to do, couldn't help but follow her mother and Raoul down to the Phantom's lair. She couldn't just let the angry mob go after him, she had grown to care for the Opera Ghost. She and the other ballerina's often told stories about him when they were young– even now, this tradition continued. They had even found some of his pranks on La Carlotta entertaining. Though it caused stress for the managers, it was absolutely hilarious to see the diva storm out whenever she had one of her, as the ballerinas liked to call them, 'temper tantrums.'
She knew, as she stepped through the mirror, that nothing would ever be the same at the Opera Populaire. She knew that this was the end of the Phantom's pranks, perhaps it was even the end of the company's performances. As much as Meg wished that this wasn't the case, she knew it was and she was powerless to stop it.
It did not take her long to find her way through the Phantom's secret passageways. Unbeknown to Madame Giry, Meg had often followed her through these tunnels to get to the Phantom. This, Meg suspected, was not unknown to the Phantom. He seemed to know everything that went on in his opera house– for that's what it was; the Phantom's opera. He was the one that could bring the opera a great success, or a terrible disaster. There was simply no denying it.
Meg looked around. There was no sign of him. She could hear the angry chants from the mob in the distance. She hurried to find him, but still could not find a trace. Then, she noticed a throne of sorts draped with a black curtain. It looked like a person sat under it. But... But surely the Phantom would not be so foolish. One could easily find him there. Meg hesitantly reached her hand out and grabbed the black fabric, pulling it from the chair.
But there was no one there.
Only a mask.
She gently lifted the white half-mask. It was cold to the touch. Was it all over? Truly? Meg didn't want to believe this, but it seemed to be the truth. She hugged the mask to her and frowned.
The Phantom was gone.
There was only the mask.
I hope you liked it, please review!