Chapter1: A Stranger
Erik paced through his lair; it had been seven years since the opera house was abandoned, and he had only returned a year ago. And he was tired of being left alone with his demons; of having to be reminded of his loses. It was times like theses he wished that people would return to his opera house. He missed the Coupes de ballet, the orchestra and the singers. Well maybe not all the singers, Carlotta had annoyed him to no end, especially her coldness to his dear Christine. The old diva had done her best to keep Christine out of the spotlight, and that had cost her dearly. He had warned the diva to stay home sick but she didn't listen to him. He smiled lightly to himself when he thought of his improvement to her throat spray, which caused her to lose her voice.
Upon thinking of these memories, Erik decided to take a walk. He donned his usual attire plus his cape and mask, the reason why he still wore his mask was that he never knew when the neighborhood hoodlums would come and try to vandalize his home. It was not common, but every so often one of them would come to the opera house trying to prove themselves to their leaders. He was always glad to send them running home to hide in their beds.
When he reached the upper floors he heard what sounded like people on the stage. Could someone actually be attempting to bring his home back to life? He quickly climbed up to the catwalk so no one would notice him. And there standing on the stage were the opera house's two mangers, Richard Firman and Gilles Andre, and with them was a young woman. She was dress so that the only skin that was exposed was her face, which was very lovely.
"Are you certain hat you wish to stay in here while the renovations are being done," Firman asked. "Both Andre and myself have guest rooms in which you can stay in till the work is complete," he said while Andre nodded his head.
"Thank you both very much but I will still move in after everything is finished anyway. So why shouldn't I move in now," she asked them.
Firman and Andre looked at each other for a moment with worried looks on their faces. The silence was broken by Firman answer, "Because of the Opera Ghost. We are afraid that he might try to harm you if you're here alone."
She smiled tiredly at them and answered, "It's alright, and I'll be fine."
"Madame, please he is dangerous. He killed two people that we knew of, and we are uncertain of how many were injured in the fire."
She continued to smile and then look up at the holes in the roof of the opera house, but she frowned when she saw the moonlight coming through the holes. "The roof will be the first thing repaired," she said in an authoritive tone.
"Yes of course. But Madame, it's not safe-"
She cut Andre off in mid-sentence, "I very much doubt that ether of your homes is equipped to care for my illness. At least here I can, even while the roof is being fixed, go further into the opera house to avoid the cause," she said firmly as she calmly walked up to them. "Don't worry about. And besides for all we know the ghost could be gone now." And with that show she ended the conversion.
Erik watched as they started to leave the opera house. At least Andre and Friman now know not to cross me, he thought to himself. He started back to his lair when they were gone. When he return to it he began to ponder several questions: who was that woman; why did she have such power over Andre and Firmin; what was this illness she spoke of; why wasn't she afraid of him, and did she truly intend to move in now.
Thank you for reading my story. On the subject of reviews, a few years ago I read a JTHM fan fic inwhich the author gave out ficional ferrets so I decided to give out ficfional Phantom of the Opera pluses. There is a Erik, Christine, and Raoul with a lasso around its neck. I'll eventually be giving out the other characters also. So reveiw and tell me which one you wont. Oh yes, there will also be special pluses given out for special reasons, but I'm not sure what they are yet. Hopefully I can update soon. Bye.