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(Seventeen years later.)

"Well of course, Monsieur, your daughter would be perfect to join us. She may be a little young bit she has much skill in all of the arts needed for opera. She is spectacular Monsieur!"

The man in the white mask nodded once, "Yes, I taught her well."

The manager crossed his fingers, "Yes, you quite have. So, she will be living at the opera house? We have few rooms available and I just want to make sure that I heard you right."

Erik nodded, "Yes. My estate is quite a ways from here. It takes many hours to get from my mansion to this town. I don't want my dear child to be late to anything or tired from the trip. It would be best if she stayed here for the time being."

Both of the men stood and shook hands. The ex Phantom grabbed the door knob and let him self out. Down the hall, only a few feet away, was a young lady sitting on a cushioned bench. She was leaning forward with her slender hands hanging from her lap. Her white hair laid flat against her spine and her bangs hung in front of her face.

On her body was a long strapless black dress that hugged her torso yet gave her much leg room. Ruffles were at the top and bottom of the clothing. Thick, fashionable black boots sat underneath the dress. The teen's black mask (which was held on the left side of her face) highlighted her grey eyes. Those eyes had a sinister and crazed look in them; much like her father.

The odd colored haired teen looked up at her father's arrival. Her gaze matched his as Erik slowly made his way to his daughter. He stopped only a few feet in front of Anya.

Anya glanced at the manager's office then back at her father. She whispered, "Did he recognize you?"

Erik brushed the arm of his coat, "Please child, give me some credit. The fake name I have given my self had made me a new and respected man that made it possible for no one familiar with my works to accuse me of being The Phantom; that also had me pull a few strings to get you here. I also given us a very grounded background story; giving us a perfect alibi for wearing our masks. Now, why the questions? Are you having second thoughts Daughter?"

The child rubbed her hands together unconsciously. She lowered her voice to a mere whisper, "Yes, well, no. I'm just...," she glanced away, "I don't want to go if it makes you unhappy."

A deep and frustrated sigh escaped from the ex Phantom's lips. He bent down to Anya's eye level and held his daughter's clammy hands in his. He reached Anya's chin and forcefully made her look at him. Despite the harsh gesture, his eyes were full of concern. He said softly, "My Dove, my Dark Angel, you have been begging me to join this opera house. I have already arranged you a room here," A sneer replaced his frown, "Why make me go through the trouble and then get cold feet?"

This young musician had wanted to join for a year, saying she needed to at least perform in front of those wretched people once. She wanted to show the world that a monster was better than all of them, or so she told her father. Her real reason was the only secret she kept from her father.

Anya shook her head, "I do want to go Papa, honestly I do. It's just," She bit her lip, "I'm frightened!"

Erik had expected this. The child had never been around other human beings. She wasn't even around people when her and her father went to the opera. The older musician always paid for a box seat, away from other people. Their food was delivered to their estate and no one was around them for miles. She was socially deprived and having attachment issues on the thought of leaving her only friend.

The Phantom ran his fingers through the young woman's locks. He murmured, "My Anya, you are a strong young lady. I taught you in every aspect of the arts; writing, singing, instrumental, acting, and drawing/painting. I even taught you how to defend your self! You shall get through this love. Show the world of what kind of fruits your labor has given you!" He stroked the girl's cheek. A slight smile appeared on his sad face, "Now, stop with this entire moping child, it is not like you. Besides, I have a gift for you."

The Dark Angel's eyes brightened. She placed her slender hands back on her lap. Erik reached into his coat pocket as pulled out a chain necklace. He brought it around the girl's neck and attached the ends. He pulled back to let his daughter appreciate her gift.

Anya looked down at the chain that hung from the necklace. It was a little silver rose with 'Dark Angel' engraved on the back. She heard her father's voice, "To remind you of me my dove."

The teen was over whelmed with emotion that she does not how to use. Instead, she leans towards her father and wrapped her arms around him. She hugs him fiercely, "Thank you Papa! I shall wear it always!"

Erik returned the gesture. He pulled back and sat on his heels. He stroked Anya's cheek, "Now, what do you do when you are here?"

The teen sat in the bench with her posture now straight. She changed her expression to a serious one. She said the next few things in a military tone, "Never trust or befriend anyone; they would be bound to hurt me. Be perfect in everything I do but do not show it off. Try to avoid people; if I can not, act good natured. Never show my true intentions in the beginning and never take off my mask."

Erik kissed her forehead, "As long as you do those things, you shall be fine my dear," He stood, bringing Anya up with him, "I must go now. I shall see you at your first performance."

Anya looked up at him with doe eyes, "Promise?"

The ex Phantom kissed the top of her head right as the manager stepped out of the office. He whispered in her ear, "On all of my soul and being, on all of my love, I promise."

The manager beamed, "What a dotting father you are Monsieur! Well, Miss Renarz, are you ready?" From the man's graying hair, he looked to be in his sixties. He was well feed, which was shown in very obvious reasons. His face was round yet he had a long, thing nose.

Anya nodded reluctantly. Erik bowed his head, "I will see you at your opera my dove," He then bowed his head towards the manager, "Good day Monsieur." With that, he left.

The manager's smile never left his lips as he said to Anya, "Shall we take the tour Miss Renarz?"

I hope this was good enough. I wanted Anya to be slightly crazy like her father, yet I think I will make sure she controls her temper. What is Erik's new name? That shall be in the next chapter. Frankly, I am slightly curious how she will act around people. I still haven't figured that out yet.

You know, I was thinking of going through Anya's life when she was under the old opera house, but decided to just get to the point. Maybe I will put flash backs.

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