Week 15 Drabble: Open Theme
Arc: ALW Movie.
Title: Adventures of an Opera Ghost
Rating: PG
Character/Pairings: OC, Erik, E/C (Mentioned but Christine doesn't actually make an appearance)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 503
Summary: The title pretty much sums it up, anything more would spoil it.
The opera ghost moved silently across the catwalks above the stage, unobserved to the rehearsing cast below. The ghostly figure knelt down and peered over the edge at the unsuspecting prey . A wicked, devious smile grew on the ghost's face.
The sound of Carlotta's high pitched voice reverberated up through the catwalks, sounding like nails on a chalkboard to the ghost's sensitive ears. Enough was enough. This horrid sound could not go on any longer. And it wouldn't. The clever opera ghost had a plan that would put a halt on Carlotta's dreadful screeching
With a steady hand the opera ghost reached through the railings of the catwalk. Fist closed, waiting until Carlotta was right underneath to drop something on her that would surely shut her up.
As soon as Carlotta came to stand underneath the catwalk the opera ghost's fist started to open. But before they could open their hand completely a larger, gloved hand grabbed theirs and held it tightly.
The little opera ghost looked up at the masked man looming above her.
"What are you doing Colette?"
"Haunting."
"Haunting?" Erik raised an eyebrow at his daughter.
"Yes, I'm being the opera ghost today." He smiled down at his daughter.
"Open your hand." He released her hand and held his open underneath her's. Colette frowned but obeyed. She opened her fist, a piece of ice dropping down from her tiny hand into Erik's gloved palm. "What is this for Colette?" He questioned his daughter.
"I was going to drop it down the front of La Carlotta's dress." It took all of Erik's self control not to laugh at the very thought.
"Why?"
"I wanted to make her stop singing. I can hear her practically everywhere in the opera house and it hurts." Colette held her hands over her ears to emphasize her point. It tugged at Erik's heartstrings that she had to endure Carlotta's caterwauling, but with Christine about to give birth to their second child there was nobody left to sing lead but Carlotta.
"I know her singing is dreadful, but you can't drop ice down her dress."
"Why?"
"Because⦠because I said so." Colette stared at her father for a long moment. He could see it in her eyes that she wasn't satisfied with his answer. "Now why don't you go downstairs. Once you're five cellars down you won't be able to hear her anymore."
"I don't want to have to hide in my room. It's my opera house too." She pouted.
"It's only for a little while, rehearsals will be over soon." Colette frowned but got up and started walking off. Erik leaned over the catwalk railing. Looking down he watched as Carlotta came to stand underneath. He raised an eyebrow and cast a glance at the piece of ice in his hand before looking down at Carlotta once more.
"Don't you dare Papa!" He turned around to see Colette standing at the edge of the catwalk waving an finger at him. Erik could only smile.
