NEW FIC!! YAY!!
All credit for the idea of this story goes to the authors of "A mirror between worlds" and "A mirror and a rose"
I was watching the end of Phantom of the Opera. "NO!!" I screamed at the point when he said he
was an angel in hell. "YOU ARE AN ANGEL!!" I thought for a minute..I suddenly shouted to
the empty house "ME BE PHANTRESS!!" I ran into my moms room and sorted through her long,
formal dresses. I put on one that was floor length and had red flames sewn on the front. I put it
on along with my moms red high heels. I looked at my naturally curly hair and couldnt think of
what to do with it. I decided to brush the top down and pull it up in a red ribbon. I ran to my room
and ran into something hard infront of where my vanity was supposed to be. It had a sickly pick
drape over it. I pulled the drape off and gasped. 'NO-FRIGGIN-WAY' I thought. This was
Christine Daae's mirror. The mirror that the phantom hid behind. The mirror that could take me
to the man of my dreams. 'Uh-oh' I thought. 'I can sense an inner batttle coming on.' Sure
enough a voice in my mind said "Open the door, go to Erik" then another voice countered "No! Go
in and sing the Hogwarts school song! Go to Remus, Sirius, and Draco." 'Hmmm.. but Draco is a
pure blood bigot and Remus and Sirius are older than me!!' my consiense said. Then a new
voice said "Pirates! SIng A pirates life and sail with Jack!! He will take anyone!!" My consiense
answered again 'But Jack is a one-night-stand-and-you-are-out kinda guy...Staying with the
Phantom would be your best bet...plus you could visit those people anytime you wanted.
Everything you dreamed could come true!!' I decided to go with my consiense. I got my
messenger bag and stuffed in my laptop, Phantom, Pirates of the Carribean, and Harry Potter
dvds in it along with my fav cds and the Phantom book. I paused for a second 'Didnt i read 2
fanfics about this yesterday?? Well if i get as far as to stay with the phantom you can bet Jack
and Harry will make a comeback worse than ever!!' I looked at the working punjab lasso that i had
got at an auction. I grabbed it and stuffed in the side pocket of the messenger bag and hid the
Pirates sword I had won in a sheath that came with it and put it around my waist and under the
dress. I pushed on the mirror and it slid open. I looked back through and i saw my double
through it. She was holding something bright red and she handed it to me. I looked at it and saw
it was a cloak. I threw it around my shoulders and mouthed "THANKS!!" and headed down the
passageway. When I got to the gondala I stepped in it and pushed myself off with the pole that
was by it. I remembered where all the levers were that i needed to press on so that the gate
would open. When the gate opened and I passed through, I tryed to make as little noise as I
could. I could see him laying over his organ, apparently asleep. My breath hitched in my throat. I
got out off the gondala and poked him on the shoulder. He just kept on sleeping. I looked at his
face, he was smiling a bit in his sleep. 'Probably dreaming about Christine choosing him' I
thought. I frowned. Of course, I had forgot all about her, Erik's precious Christine. She was
probably the biggest thing standing between him and any woman except her. Erik flinched a bit.
I knew he was waking up. I quickly and silently scrawled a note and put it by his head and hid in
one of the many dark shadows as he woke up. I saw him lift his head up and sit properly. I heard
him read my note out loud.
"Monsier Le Phantome,
I am probably somewhere hiding in the shadows when you read this. I understand that you probably do not want anyone in your lair, but let me promise you that when you find me, I could help you. I am as clever as you are, if not more so. If you will not Punjab me and let me teach you what I know, which could help you become a better Phantom, and let with me stay with you and help you continue scaring the wits out of the residents of the Opera Populaire, I would greatly appreciate it. Together the Phantom and the Spectre could become the most feared people in France.
Rach, The Spectre of the Opera"
He looked around his lair. I knew he couldnt see me. I was hidden in a shadow on the far end of
his lair, and was in the very back of the shadow, which filled the corner next to the Louis-Phillipe
room. There was at least 6 feet of pitch black darkness around me, in which I could see out, he
couldnt see in. "Come out! I wont Punjab you." He yelled, setting a Punjab in the gondala. I knew
he had one more. I tried to make my voice as soft as I could, and make it sound as if I was right
behind him. "The other one please..." It obviously worked, because he looked behind him quickly
and sighed, setting another one down. "Walk away..." i said, making my voice as loud as I could,
so that it sounded like I was all around him. He walked up the steps, away from the gondala and
punjabs, toward where i was standing. He didnt stop until he was about 8 feet from my hiding
place. I was so nervous. Eight feet was all that seperated me and the man that I wished was
mine. I felt something in the secret compartment off the dress. I pulled it out and saw that it was
a mask, black with red sequins ethcing out flames. It was the same design a Mardi Gras
mask. I slipped it on and walked out of the shadows, letting him see me for the first time.
He looked me up and down and raised an eyebrow. "How have I never seen you in the Opera
House?" He asked. "I have never been in the Opera House, not even on my way down here." I
answered. He raised his eyebrow even further. "How did you manage that?" "I somehow found a
certain dressing room mirror in my bedroom." "Care to tell me where you are from?" "Hm.. The
United States, a millenium and some years in the future." He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Really?" "Yes Monsier, I dont know how or why it happened. Yet you have failed to answer the
question asked in the letter. Tell me, what is your answer?" It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.
He sighed and said "Well as much as my mind is telling me to kick you out, I say yes, for you are
right, with two Opera Ghosts, the havoc doubles." I smiled broadly "Thank you so much!! I must
ask though, is it alright if I call you by your name, it is a bit tiring to have to keep saying Monsier
Le Phantome." He smiled wickedly. "Only if you already know my name, my spectre." "Why
thank you for letting me use your name, Erik." He looked at me weird. "How did you know??"
"Erik, where I come fom you are famous. Millions of girls out there are in love with you. They
would kill to even TOUCH you." He chuckled. "Liar. They dont love me. They hate me. And I am
not famous. I am probably just a myth, passed along by someone French." I glared at him.
"Really?" I countered. "Then what about this.." I burst into song, singing:
"No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears"
He stared. "How...I was alone...why..." He regained his composture and said "You will stay in the
Louis Phillipe room. Do not come into my room EVER and do not touch any instruments without
my permission. It is late, go to bed, my spectre, we inform the managers of your appearance
tomorrow." He walked away as I went into the room and closed the door. I collaspsed on the
swan bed, the bed phangirls all over would faint and not wake up for several years if they even
saw a picture of Erik in it. I laid down and a song burst into my mind. I sang it softly.
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night
I could almost kiss the stars
they're shining so bright
when I see you smiling I go
Ooo,ooo,oooooooooooo
I would never want to miss this, cause in my heart
I know what this is
Hey now, hey now this is what dreams are made of
Hey now, hey now this is what dreams are made of
I've got somewhere I belong
I've got somebody to love
This is what dreams are made of"
xXx
Eriks POV
I was walking away when I heard her start singing. Such a voice she had, a voice to surpass
Christine's, a voice to make angels weep. I sneaked back to hear her better. When she finished,
I heard her breathing even out, and crept in to the room. She was lying on her side, sleeping with
a smile gracing her lips. I looked at her in this sleeping state, and something in my mind said
'Beautiful isnt she?' I crept up to the swan bed and placed a kiss on her forehead and whispered
"Sleep well, my spectre" as I left that room and went into mine.
xXx
My POV
I was asleep as soon as I finished my song. I woke up what must have been only a minute later
to feel cold lips on my forehead. I fought to keep my breathing steady, even though my heart was
beating at a million miles a minute. I opened my eyes a fraction, making it look like I was still
sleeping. I saw him move toward the door and heard him whisper "Sleep well, my spectre" and
close the door. When I heard him go into his room I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes. I
gave a happy sigh and fell asleep.
LONG LONG LONG LLLOOONNNG!! THAT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE!! I STARTED AT 6:30 ITS NOW 9:00!!
REVIEW PLEASE AND LET ME KNOW I AM NOT WASTING MY TIME WRITING THESE STORYS!!
I DO NOT OWN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA OR THE SONG "WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF"
PHANTOM IS OWNED BY GASTON LEROUX
THE SONG IS OWNED BY HILARY DUFF
I thought that was a really good chapter when I read it. Please tell me if you liked it!!
I intend on bringing some people in to help me torture the fop. Sign up below for the Fop Haters and Phangirls United!!
First tell me what you want your name to be.. It has to be something related to Fop Hating or Phangirling GIRLS ONLY
Like mine will be
Phanqueen erikismyangel
you can be either a phantress meaning you are like a princess, a phanilosopher like a philosopher, a regular obbssesive fop hating phangirl, or if you are new to phangirling and fop hating you can be a phanlet!!
I will add you in sometime when I get at 5 people in and you also add in with what you are what you want to do to torture the fop (everyone gets to cut off the fops hair so include with your torture of the fop what you want to do to get the hair)
MWAHAHA
Until next time
Your Phanqueen,
Rach Lupin-Black-Malfoy-Le Phantome