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"So let me get this straight. You are in charge of the biggest dig of your lifetime, Your theories might prove that the De Chagny's are not really De Chagny's and you are excited about a KEY!?!" Armand walked over to his sister who was on the bed examining the key she had found earlier, with help from Ayeshia of course. Christine had waited till she had met everyone and got safely back to the hotel to tell her brother about her latest discovery. Christine rolled her eyes and looked to her brother.
"This key could be the one to open something that might be worthy of note." Armand smirked.
"Like what? A door?" Christine threw her hands up exasperated at her brother's sarcasm and walked over to set the key next to her Phantom of the Opera book. One of the many at least.
"Look..I don't expect you to understand Armand. But I ..I feel like this key is important. I can't discard this feeling. It would be wrong to do so anyway." She turned and hugged her brother.
"You always said I had good instincts, right? Well then trust me. And please don't tell Johnny or the boys. Not just yet." Armand sighed defeated.
"Oh Alright. I hate when you get all gushy on me." Christine laughed and playfully hit him. Armand smirked. "You still hit like a girl though." Christine rolled her eyes as her brother walked over and grabbed his coat. "Well I am off. Johnny and the boys mentioned this night club down the block. I'm going to go check it out." Christine smiled.
"Ok. Have fun but remember I want to be at the site by nine."
"I'll be there!" Armand called back. "Get some rest!" And with that he
was gone. Christine chuckled watching her brother leave to party.
Shaking her head she walked to the spacious bathroom. Even she was
overwhelmed with the luxurious white and gold around the enormous
bathtub. After a long, hard day filled with suspicious men, eerie
voices and dangerous theories, she needed some relaxation to clear her
mind. She started the water and then went over to the stereo she had
brought. Fingering through her CD's, she thought for a moment about
listening to her personal mix of Phantom inspired music but she had
enough of Phantoms for one night. Placing in a classical CD for
relaxation, she filled the tub up to the brim with bubbles and slipped
in letting the hot water and music sooth her.
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"Something doesn't feel right." thought Johnny as he sipped his beer. His crew mates all had their share of whine and alcohol but Johnny hardly even touched his drink. He looked over to the Opera House. It was dark and looming over the square even with the lights for security. "May the Phantom watch over what is his." He whispered as he sipped his beer again. He chuckled looking to his mates and Armand who were talking with some of the local ladies. "Watch what ya get into, Armand!" He called with laughter. Armand stumbled over to Johnny laughing.
"Come on Johnny boy! Join us for another drink!" He downed the rest of whatever he had and was in the middle of ordering another one when Johnny stopped him.
"I think you have had enough my boy." Johnny laughed. "Your sister would never forgive me if I let you drown yourself in drink." Armand smirked.
"All my sister knows is her stupid theories and that dumb key." Johnny looked to him in interest.
"What key?" He asked Christine's drunken brother. Had Christine found something already? Or was this just drunken babble?
"The key she told me not to .." Armand suddenly paused as he narrowed his eyes towards the Opera House. "Hey..What is that?" Johnny followed his gaze.
"What is what?" Johnny asked. Armand pointed.
"Over towards the entrance. A shadow. I saw it enter. MISSURE LA FANTOM!" He called in horrible French, over to the Opera House. "MISSURE LA FANTOM! COME HAVE A DRINK!" Armand yelled laughing. Johnny couldn't help but laugh along.
"Ok Lad. That's more than enough
for you. Come on. I'll get you back to the hotel." Johnny said as he
bid his farewell's to the crew. "And I will expect to see all of you on
time at the site tomorrow." The rest of the crew laughed and toasted
him as Johnny led the still drunken Armand out of the bar and towards
his hotel sparing a glance over towards the Opera House. Did Armand see
something there, someone entering or was it more of his drunken babble?
And what was this business about a key? Once he saw Armand to his hotel
room safely, he walked down stairs to his own room. Once he got settled
for bed he glanced out the window to the Opera House one last time, for
he still couldn't shake the awful sense that something was wrong.
"Curse this Celtic blood." He murmured as he fell onto his bed and went
fast asleep.
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The water was cold and the bubbles had vanished by the time Christine woke up. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "I must have been more tired than I thought." She said to no one as she stood up and wrapped herself in a fluffy yellow towel. She drained the bath and walked over where she had set her flannel pajamas pants and a tang top. After placing them on, brushing her teeth and hair she walked over to the full length mirror and chuckled thinking she was so out of place with her surroundings. "I should be in a silk night gown for this." She mumbled as she turned away from the mirror about to walk out when a voice stopped her.
"I agree." It spoke. She quickly turned around and gasped. Inside the mirror was a man behind her. He was dressed in black formal attire with a hat that wasn't low enough to hide the white mask on the right side of his face. Christine's eyes widened in fear. She was about to call for help when his voice calmed her. So pure, calming and almost pleading. "Please. Do not be afraid. I will not harm you." Christine couldn't believe what she was seeing. Suddenly the man walked forward and gently placed a gloved hand on her shoulder. "You are safe with me." He said again in the soft alluring voice. But this time Christine refused to let this spell take hold of her. She spun around ready to scream at or even fight the person behind her when she gasped again. No one was there. She turned back to the mirror once more to find only her reflection. Just to check she ran through out her room searching but she had found no trace of the masked man. She paced in her bedroom for a moment before she stopped and rubbed her eyes.
"Jet Lag." She told herself. She was just exhausted. She shook her head once more before she slipped into her bed, falling to sleep listening to "The Music of the Night." Even though she could have sworn she had put on a different CD.
