Phantom's Angel

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...Marie just grabbed me and Catt and started to drag us up the steps to the Opera Populaire. She looked around frantically to make sure no one had heard and/or seen my little fit and dragged me and Catt right through the Opera House door...

Chapter 2

And onto a lovely staircase that I could vaguely remember having come from the movie of the Phantom of the Opera. Oh my God, this place is huge! It was gold in the places I saw but was much less eye catching than what was presented in the 2004 movie. It was more of a worn golden color that was accented by the many sculptures in the nooks and crannies that where abundant. While I was being dragged by this pleasant sight I realized we weren't headed up the staircase but going to the right instead. Marie must be muscle women to drag me AND Catt along. I always knew she had superior strength than me! I shall call her Wonder Women! Bam! Oww, that hurt... Was the only thought that was going through my head as I hit a door frame. And then were going down a rickety wooden stairwell and descending into the depths of the Opera House. Dazed from the hit to the head it took me awhile to realize we were standing outside Marie's living quarters in some obscure part of the building. Hmm... I wonder if I find Erik, will he let me play with his punjab lasso? Needless to say I was a little more confused than usual, but not by much. Opening her door Marie shoved me in and gently directed Catt inside as well.

"Oh My GOD! I hope no one saw. Rowan, what are we going to do about you? Even Catt's wings retract!" Marie said the first part of her speech while poking her head outside her door and looking down the deserted hallway both ways. The latter was said to me while she was eying Catt who was now stretched out on the bed and looking at me with a worried gleam in her eye. I eyed Catt with surprise, she had wings?! And sure enough, when she woozily sat up a small pair of white wings that were accented with light pink fell out of her back. They were entrancingly beautiful to look at and seemed to reflect light. And mine were dove gray, not silver or anything eye catching or elegant. Just plain gray. Looking over at Marie I saw her sporting a full length pair of wings. The tips reached past her hips by a few inches and folded in, and they were a stunning shade of white with even lighter creamy yellow accents. I was more than jealous I was turning green in the face. And then Marie's wings enfolded into her back as she moved to sit with Catt. Turning my head so that I could see them over my shoulder I smiled. They were both so wonderful to be around in their own ways. Marie would instill a sense of wisdom in a person long after they parted. And Catt always seemed to have a special smile for someone, when they needed it the most. It was then that my face darkened.

Catt was still befuddled and clearly not happy with her new surroundings. Marie was hugging her and trying to get her acquainted with her new world. I looked over their shoulders with my small frown in place. What were we doing there? How were we going to get home? Was Erik a Gerik or a Micheal Crawford? What color was Christine's hair? And the ever present, where did Christine's stockings go? A pair of amber yellow eyes flashed in the darkness and disappeared. ERIK?!?! And I missed seeing him because I was dazed by a door frame? Ungh, shoot me now! My eyes fluttered closed as I started to mentally plan a way into Erik's lair. I was not going to miss this opportunity presented me by fate. Nun-uh. I realized why we were all there now. I was so going to save Erik from Christine and give him to myself. He was going to be mine. A phanatical gleam sparkled in my eyes as I contemplated how many ways one could tie a Phantom to a gate. Yummy! Slap! Owwwie! Marie had slapped me again and I hadn't even been saying anything!

"NO! The Phantom is all that you seek! You know nothing of Erik and his ways! I have been setting him and Meg Giry up for the past month. He has only one chance of being truly loved, and Rowan, you will not mess this up for him! He messes up his own life up well enough on his own without you running around and stealing his mask and cape like it came from a souvenir shop!" Marie was on a roll and that roll was steam rolling me over. But I was very far from agreeing. Meg was even more innocent than Christine, she knows nothing of the world. Let alone how to deal with darkness and pain. I mean look at how she reacted to those little old rats!

It was time for me to have my say and I had no qualms about interrupting her. "Nothing of Erik? Nothing of his face, his pain? I have no cares about how you've been spending your past month, what is the over awed Meg going to do with a passion as intense as his? If it is ever directed at her she will BURN! And why is it always his last chance? He has as much chance as the rest of us in finding his true love! His face would be a deterrent to a bimbo like Jessica Simpson! No one else I know of would say no to him! Not even my most ditsiest friends who are as good at zoning as I am. And, forgive me Marie, but out of the three of us," Here I pointed to Catt, and Marie and myself in a sweeping gesture. One that was worthy of the stage, once I had time to reflect on it. "I know pain of the heart more throughly! I have felt what it has been like to be rejected for no good reason! You two know nothing of my past and I'll thank you not to judge!" While I was storming at them and they were surprised at this unusual and impassioned out burst. When I started yelling it was usually from sugar high joyousness or ditsy confusion. Never from bitterness about my past or future and never about anything serious. When I got serious they thought I was depressed and so most of the time I would just slip back into my own little mask of happiness.

With everything I had to say being stated I stormed out much to Marie's displeasure. I looked around making sure the coast was clear and turned left. Left seemed like it went down which is where I wanted to go. I was on my way to Erik! If I got killed by a well hidden trap along the way at least it was a trap made by Erik. I would die happy. I was not about to wait by Christine's mirror or the little chapel or wait for anyone to show me to cellar number four and the entrance to his home. I was going to talk to him and make sure he wasn't on morphine or drugs like in many of the stories I had read and heard about him. How I was going to take the drug away if he had it? I was still working on that. I was right in the middle of rushing (as fast as I could in a hoop skirt) to the end of the hallway when I fell.

It was one of those sickening falls where you feel your stomach in your toes and a rushing sensation in your ears. You know, like when your going upstairs after raiding the kitchen for a midnight snack and miss a step. The unexpected fall of one who cannot see in the impenetrable darkness. And when I landed I wasn't even in Erik's torture chamber. I was in the middle of a set that appeared to be for Aida. Well, if entombment was part of the opera than I wasn't that far off. Ancient Egypt seemed to have taken up residence in the Opera Populaire's basement and I was sitting in the Sphinx's paws. My hoop was lifted up and attacking my head as I was curled with my legs hanging over one dusty paw. To say I was not happy or comfortable was understating matters a little.

I now took this time to reflect on my actions and realized that I was more than a little foolish. I was being an idiot again and now Marie was probably panicking about where I am and I anyone saw me and my rogue wings. Speaking of, I wonder if they're broken. And why couldn't I have flown? Gah, my wings malfunctioned to the extent that I was now in an pasteboard Sphinx's paws with my feet in the air. Great. I couldn't even have the dignity to fall into Erik's waiting arms. It had to be a dusty, old, prop. Berating myself while trying get out of my embarrassing position I heard light strains laughter in the shadows. Great, I was giving a titillating view of my bloomers to Erik and he was laughing at me. My hair came undone as I was struggling and fell about my face causing even more dust motes to fly around my head. Half choking and half sobbing I fell to the ground and moaned before passing out.

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