A/N: Chapter two! Yase! Enjoy!
Don't own it blah, blah, blah…
Erik's POV:
I was watching Christine throw up on her carpet, shaking my head. How could she be so shaken up, hadn't I taught her better? No. I wasn't her father. I didn't teach her anything having to do with personality. Or did I…
Anywho, I was watching her wretch when I heard someone singing. And not very well, either. They didn't have that much potential, though, that I could tell. There was suddenly another voice, a completely different voice. Though not better by much, this voice was much more up to the task. I dashed down my various hallways and into box 5.
Looking down at the stage, I saw two teenage girls. One had long, blond, almost red hair, with bluish-green eyes and faint freckles. Her face was delicate and her eyes shined with mischief. The other had shiny brown hair, tied up in a neat pony tail, with brown eyes. Her face was more abrupt; big lips, thick eyebrows. Neither where very pretty, but I watched them anyway.
I could tell that the blond was not at all interested in sharing her vocal talents. In fact, while hitting E5 she croaked. Literally. On purpose. I growled a little when I saw that she was ruining her voice without a second thought. They both paused and I realized they'd heard me.
They stared at each other for a second, and then the blond one shouted, "ERIK!"
I jumped back, alarmed. How the hell did this cleaning girl know my name? The brown-haired one shushed her, glancing around. "Shush, Izzi!"
Izzi's blue eyes searched the opera house, eventually going up to box 5. "I will watch the performance from my normal seat in box 5, which will be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur!" she called up, ending it with a nod, and going back to mopping.
What the hell? That sounded like something I would leave in a letter! That's not cool! Who is she, a psychic? Jesus, I needed a drink…or two. And maybe a cigarette. I shook my head and continued watching them. I started to get used to their strange appearances as time went on, and I sighed, quite bored. But they kept singing, so I stayed, mostly picking out points where the blond was faking bad singing.
Seriously, who fakes bad singing? Well, people who don't want to be noticed. Maybe Prima Donna was not the position that these girls was looking for. But cleaning girl? Who wants to be that? People who don't want to be noticed sneaking into rooms, I thought. I rolled my eyes, and was about to get up, but heard footsteps outside of the box.
"…could they know about The Phantom? They just came here from England. London, by their accents. How could they know, how could they know?!" It was Madame Giry's voice. How could they know? I mean, really, it's not like I'm that popular with the ladies…
The footsteps went away, but I didn't leave. I sat back down and thought of why in the hell they would want to get into rooms. To steal things, obviously, but why? They were getting paid enough to feed themselves and would probably dorm with Meg or someone.
The blond, Izzi, walked off the stage, followed by her friend, and I debated following them. I shook my head and went back to Christine's mirror, where Christine was talking to Madame.
"Oh, Madame, I know not what to do…The Angel is expecting so much from me, I'm sorry about the rug…" I smiled. She's stressed out, and all she can think about is the rug.
Madame shook her head, and opened the door, leading Christine out, and letting the cleaning girls in. I slapped my forehead. It was the two girls from the stage.
"Is this it?" the girl who wasn't Izzi asked.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. This place is tight, dawg," she said, nodding as she looked around. Dawg? What was a dawg? And how could the room be tight? Did she have claustrophobia? I shook my head. She made no sense.
"Don't talk like that, Izzi, people here will burn you or something," the other girl said.
"Do people do that?" It was then that I noticed that they weren't speaking in English accents. They actually sounded American. Humph.
"I assume…? It is the 1800s, anyway, isn't it?"
"Lizzy, I'll be fine. I've got a very good lawyer," Izzi waved her hand dismissively. They stepped up to the mirror, and they both pressed their faces to it. I backed up, slightly creeped out. Izzi attempted to pry it open, but was clawing at the hinges. I stifled a laugh, and they looked at each other.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yes! He was stifling a laugh! He was laughing at us!" They both sighed, a dreamy look in their eyes. I made a face and backed up more. What was wrong with these girls, why did they like me? How did they even know who the hell I am?!
I shook my head and walked away, but didn't turn my back to them, just in case. This was so weird! Not a lot of things freak me out, but this was freaking me out…majorly!
"Arughh!" Izzi groaned, stepping away from the mirror and going to clean up the puke. "We'll come back later and try it again."
OH! So they were gonna come back and claw at my hinges some more? Great, let them. And let their fingers bleed afterward, dammit! I decided to take myself up on those few drinks, and walked back to my crib. Oh, uh…I mean my lair!
I decided to skip my boat and just sloshed through the waterways, kicking the little gondola on my way. When I came out on the other end, I was soaking wet. All part of my master plan (muahahahaha). If in fact they did come back, and figured out where the hinges were and where they were not, they would think I wasn't there and leave. Hopefully.
Smacking some candles down, I got up to my organ and grumbled. I was so damn tired. I took up a bottle of I don't know what—it was alcohol, and that's all I cared about. I drank it, and then thought, Ha-HA! Now I wasn't drunk, but I was less angry and edgy. Ah, the miracles of booze.
I looked at my little stage and sighed. There was a little figurine of Christine on it in the red, gold and blue dress that I'd just copied from the costume designer's office. Why did I even bother making exact copies of these things?
That was the last thing I thought before I completely passed out, drooling on the keys and everything.
I woke up with a start and looked at my clock. "Damn!" I hollered. I was missing Christine's performance! I jumped up, straightened out my outfit, put on my cape and rushed down the gate, wishing that I had taken the boat. I trudged through the water and grumbled when I came out with my pant legs soaking wet. I slipped down a trapdoor and into box 5.
I sighed, happy that I hadn't missed her piece. I'd worked hard on her, all leading up to this point. She walked on stage in the dress with gold embellishments, and started singing in her sweet yet odd voice.
And though it's clear, though it was always clear,
That this was never meant to be,
If happen to remember, stop and think of me!
I nodded, knowing that that part she'd had trouble with. She was doing great so far, I was very impressed. I chuckled, watching her glance around nervously. Her voice wasn't affected at all, but you could see she was pushing herself not to cry.
Think of me,
Think of me waking, silent and resigned!
Imagine me,
Trying too hard to put you from my mind!
Think of me; please say you'll think of me,
Whatever else you choose to do…
There will never be a day when I won't think of you!
I sighed and clapped quietly. She was so—something in the crowd caught my attention. It was the first person to stand up, a man with neat hair and a fancy tux to boot. His eyes were so alive with love that all I could do was stare, horrified.
Would was this guy, and why did he love Christine?! Well, I don't mean it like that, would wouldn't love Christine?...But still! Really!
Flowers fade,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we…
But please promise me that sometimes
You…will…think…
I forgot the guy and prayed for her to nail this bit.
Of me!
I cheered and did a little dance, with air guitar and everything. I stopped when I realized what I was doing and swished my cape, going through a trap door, and back into my various hallways. Now to prevent those girls from coming...
O_O Yeah...a few mistakes in there, but nothing major, right? I kind of based his lair more on the movie, but to me the movie lair is too wet and small. So think more musical/movie lair.
