A/N: Oh hai there. The school year has ended. I've got time to waste on the computer. I've decided to rewrite/edit this story. Yeah... So, tell me what you think. If you've read the story in it's all un-edited noob-ish state, tell me if this is any better. If you're just starting to read it, bear with me. In fact! Everyone, bear with me. I have a bit on my plate but just wait and the other chapters will get rewritten and perhaps more shall be added onto them. Scratch that. New chapters will be added. Whatever.

Please enjoy the story. And if you can find it in your hearts, review.

" 'There! Quick!' "

A shadow darted across the cobble stoned street. It paused, long enough that the police thought they could capture it, then suddenly jumped.

The clouds then decided to reveal the moon, showing the shadow. It was in fact a girl, with sandy coloured cat ears upon her head."

"Cat ears? That's stupid Grandma, NOBODY has cat ears. Well, except for cats. And only cats!" The little girl huffed.

Her grandma laughed at the straight forward comment. "Oh, Alice where's your sense of imagination?"

"Uhm... In a different story?" Alice nodded.

"Well," Grandma said "Let me think... Perhaps a scary one?"

Alice's eyes flickered up to her grandmother's and she smiled slightly.

"Oh my, Alice. You really look like you want a scary story. Add in some love, music and singing; you'll be all over it."

A ringing sound shrieked through Grandma's house. The frail woman merely picked it up and said "Yes?"

"Mum. Ever since Alice came home she's been too scared to go into the basement... What story did you tell her?"

"Basement?... Oh, I told her the the general story of The Phantom of The Opera. But what type of things has she been doing?"

"Well, if she does go down to the basement, she keeps her hand up in front of her," Grandma chuckled "And when ever she sees a full length mirror she taps the sides and tries to pull them open. Those are the types of things she's been doing."

"Well. At least she takes the advice from this old person! How are you doing convincing her else wise?

"Mum. Please, you're not making this any better."

"I know. It's quite fun you see!"

"Hm," Alice's mother said dryly "She would like to go over to your house today as well."

"Oh. You can't handle the child? Ha, ha!"

Alice's mother sighed. She was able to control Alice's brother, Ted, extremely well! But Alice was a different story completely. The girl was so that she would wander off at anytime, talk to strangers and if given the opportunity, would probably accept candy from seedy people within white paneled vans. Something Alice's mother could never grasp, was why she was so like that instead of what she intended to bring her up as. Grandma was the only one to understand, bend to Alice's will and usually encourage the behaviour.

"I'll drop her off. See you in 10 minutes."

A click sounded through the phone, as Alice's mother hung up. She grabbed a coat for herself and called for Alice.

"Alice! I'm taking you to Grandma's! Get your coat! I expect you to be good."

"Sure, mum!" Alice said from behind her. Her mother screamed slightly and span around. Alice grinned like a crazed asylum inmate. Her plan of being able to walk like Erik; silently and stealthily, was definitely working.

An awkward silence had fallen ever since the pair had entered the car. Her mother hadn't anything to say to the seven year old. A couple of times Alice opened her mouth to say something, but closed it soon after. Alice's mother was well aware of this happening and wished that they could talk about something... Anything! It really was difficult to not have anything in common with Alice, even though she was just seven.

After around fifteen minutes, they pulled up to the small, bricked house. By the time her mother had parked the car, Alice had jumped out and was skipping towards her grandmother.

"GRANDMA!" Alice squealed. She ran up to her and hugged her fiercely.

"Why hello there, Alice! And how are you?" The elderly woman asked gently. "Did you want to-"

"Um, no. No thanks, mum. I've got to run. Be good Alice!"

And the car drove off as quickly as it had arrived. Alice looked up at her Grandmother and her Grandmother looked back at her. They both shrugged and, in sync, turned to walk into the small house.

A/N: You know how I said reviews. Yeah. I like them. Do you? Probably. Usually when you they get them and I know writing them can be a trivial task, but it really helps the story to progress - whatever you're telling me. Long thing is long. Short chapter is short. :3