I don't own anything but Dahlia and Janet, yada yada.

And also, Dahlia and Janet are based off of myself and My best friend. and Yes, in real life I have a tendancy to talk in kind of older speech patterns, why? Because it's fun, though when I do I go off in some odd accent, usually british or irish xD

And I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I HATE writing up conversations between people. My voices won't respond when I try to come up with some in my head.

To make it easier for everyone to read I've decided to change a couple things;

And due to the advice from one of my reviewers, I will be trying to add more breaks in my paragraphs, so bear with, dear readers, I tend to have a lot to say in many long ass sentences.

Erik's speaking shall be in italics.

Dahlia's speaking will be normal text.

Janet speaking will be in bold.

Chapter 2

Getting used to life with the Opera Ghost.

The first night with Erik, was to say the least, rather awkward, as they all had to get used to the idea, obviously the girl's slept in the louis-phillipe room after dinner, now when it came to dinner. Erik had been very nervous, not used to dinner guests, but Dahlia was not one for awkward atmospheres, so she quickly started up a conversation, mostly having to do with her asking Erik questions about the instruments he played, and him giving short, polite responses.

Eventually these short responses annoyed the crimson haired girl, she turned to Janet, who'd been mostly quiet during the meal, due to focusing more on the food "Dude, getting him to talk more than eight words is like prying open a clam." she said, giving Erik a meaningful look, having not bothered to speak this observation quietly.

This made the man tense slightly, was she challenging him? He decided if that was the case, he would not disappoint, and began a rather long lecture on music, during that time Janet gathered up the dishes while Dahlia occasionally threw in comments, some of them being sarcastic, ending up in them going into a small bout of witty banter, of which I will not go into because it happened a good many times. Though after that he asked about their strange wording, as they had used several modern phrases during the whole conversation, so that added on to make an even longer conversation.

Janet had managed to retire on her own, but Dahlia had ended up dozing off at the table, so Erik had gently shaken her shoulder to wake her up enough to walk her back to the Louis-Phillipe room, though he'd had to place a hand on her back gently to guide her there.

Erik had been very surprised when she hadn't jerked away from his touch, and instead leaned against his arm slightly, mumbling something about his arm being bony but with enough muscle to make it comfortable, to say the least, the crimson haired young woman managed to surprise him more than once in a matter of 5 seconds.

During dinner the girls had told Erik, that they had nowhere to go, seeing as neither of them knew french, so they would surely perish in some horrible way. They also made a point to let him know they had no other clothes, as Dahlia had put it in a sarcastic tone "Because you know, we just happened to forget to pack our things because we were both planning to get struck by lightning and end up here." though she ended it with a kind smile directed at Erik, to let him know she didn't mind being there at all.

That morning the two young women talked things over "Do you think this is before or after he kidnapped Christine?" Janet asked, causing Dahlia to wince from behind her book "I don't think he has yet, otherwise he'd probably be much more agitated." she said, shrugging "Either way, if he has. It would be a private subject. Or if it hasn't happened, one should never know too much about their future, correct?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at her blonde companion, as if challenging her to think otherwise, Janet simply shrugged "Do you think we'll ever see what's behind his mask?" she inquired, her crimson haired friend laughing "Well, if you're willing to risk the Punjab lasso whilst prying his mask off, be my guest!" she said, seeming amused by the idea, her friend rolling her eyes.

At that point, Erik knocked on the door, delivering several packages of ladies wear to the two girls, who were quite excited by the idea of getting to wear such clothing, they quickly shooed the tall, thin figure of the phantom out of the room so that they could dress, bursting into girlish giggling as soon as they'd shut the door behind him, naturally he fled as soon as the sound reached his ears.

The two quickly dressed, Dahlia was hardly phased by the corset, and was soon dressed in a pretty lavender and off white dress that complimented her crimson tresses, pale, slightly freckled skin and blue eyes, though she quickly found that she had to help Janet with the corset, seeing as the blonde couldn't tie it herself after all, and eventually she was dressed in a forest green dress that made her hazel eyes stand out and looked nice against her tanned skin and blonde hair.

Dahlia went to check on the condition of her laptop, while Janet ventured out to the kitchen for breakfast, giving some complaints about the corset that went unheard by her companion, who was busy turning on her still in tact laptop and checking all her documents and music, accidentally opening a song called Dark Waltz, sung by Jackie Evancho(AN; Look it up, it's awesome.), which after a moment's hesitation, she quietly sang along with, her voice was nice, if not untrained and incredibly timid.

After a while she turned the laptop off to save the battery and walked out of the room, making a straight path for the kitchen "You have a lovely voice, though untrained." Erik's voice came from behind her, causing her to gaps sharply, her hand flying to her chest above her heart, after turning around to confirm it was indeed Erik-though the doubt was ridiculous, no one else had such a voice-, she proceeded to burst into a slightly hysterical laugh, at the look of confusion in the Phantom's eyes, she calmed herself "Sorry, um. That's just how I react when I've been startled, frightened, however you want to put it." she said, giving a dismissive wave of her hand, as if it wasn't odd to suddenly burst out laughing when frightened. "It's totally normal with her, just ignore it." Janet's voice came from the dining room, where she sat at the table, eating an apple.

Breakfast went without too many complications, Dahlia set about making pancakes and shooed both Janet and Erik away from the kitchen, telling them to "Go read a book or something!" as Dahlia liked to sing while she cooked, but couldn't stand to be watched as she sang, typically singing small, catchy little tunes during that particular task. She ended up singing a celtic song from memory, The Dark-Haired Girl.(AN/It's a damn catchy tune)

Once she'd finished her little songs and cooking, she called the other's back into the dining area, though Erik appeared much faster than Janet, giving her the impression that he may have been listening without her knowledge, this thought made her blush as she finished setting the table completely, settling into her seat after Erik pulled it out for her, a simple gesture of manners in that time, but a much nicer gesture to Dahlia, being from modern times where you had to pull out your own damned chair. She had made a couple extra pancakes, hoping perhaps that Erik would eat a little, and after she asked quietly and told him he could eat just one or perhaps just part of one, he agreed to eat, and naturally, only ate a small portion of the food, though that was good enough to have Dahlia smiling like an idiot, only to be nudged by Janet and receiving a suggestive eyebrow waggle from the blonde, whom she scowled at, and proceeded to smack on the arm.

After a few weeks, they were all used to sharing the house and chores, Erik had eventually gotten used to their odd way of speaking, though he was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that the two young women in his home thought lounging about in their nightgowns with robes pulled on over them was "Totally modest." Dahlia quickly pointed out "You see ankles every day, Erik." he had gotten a bit flustered by this accusation, until she said "Y'know, the ballet rats, m'surpised they dont make longer skirts if men react so oddly to ankles but not cleavage." She emphasised this, by spitefully tugging her skirt up to her knees, just to give Erik a bit of a shock, he responded by turning about 3 shades of red and looking away, mouth pulled into a tight line, this of course, only made the crimson haired

Janet had a tendency to run around in her jeans, though she only had the one pair. And then there was the issue they had on explaining the laptop to him, especially when they'd played anything other than classical music, least to say, he didn't react very well to Avril Lavigne's music, which the girls made a point of singing along to, badly. So they'd had to explain the difference in what was considered proper or improper, because there was a huge difference from the late 1800's as in comparison to 2013.

Janet and Dahlia had been quite depressed when the laptop's battery died, until of course Erik came back from haunting the opera house, they figured he'd take longer, but of course he couldn't stand to leave them alone in his house for more than a few hours at a time, convinced they would burn his house down somehow, but he usually found that instead, they'd tidied it up more.

Though it irked him how Dahlia was constantly straightening up his compositions "Must you always do this?" he'd asked one day, he received a rather blank stare, before she'd rolled her eyes at him "Yes, and you'll thank me one bloody day, because I always make bloody sure you have plenty of new paper and ink, along with keeping all you music stacked in an orderly fashion, where you can find it quickly." she said, having toned down her cursing a smidge, she could have used much worse words, but she didn't feel like getting another lecture on that.

Now, you're all probably wondering, did Janet and Dahlia ever see his face? Well, let me tell you, they hadn't really done so on purpose, though they had mentioned to him several times that they weren't like the weak-hearted, swooning women of his time, Dahlia said she'd only cry if he started yelling, because she was particularly sensitive to yelling.

Anyway, what had happened was one of Dahlia's typical, clumsy moments, she'd tripped, fallen onto Erik, and accidentally knocked his mask off in the process, this of course, shocked both of them. Erik was the first to react, quick to become angry and start yelling at her things such as "Couldn't stand not knowing, could you?", "A horrifying sight aren't I?" and a few other things, and really the only reason Dahlia cried or tried to cover her face, was because of the yelling, she was more trying to cover her ears, but of course, the Phantom took it the wrong way, and while he was yelling several other things at the crimson haired girl, Janet walked in to ask what the hell the yelling was about, because she was trying to take a nap.

The surprise to Erik was, when he turned around to face her, she didn't even flinch or wince, simply continued looking highly irritated with her hands on her hips. "Oh my god, Erik. You know Dahlia can't handle being yelled at, it freaks her out, past trauma or something. So chill the fuck out and let her calm down, she probably likes your damn face, she has a weird hate of noses." the blonde didn't have a care for holding back her curse words, and tended to use the more modern phrases more than her companion, who at this moment, was trying to calm herself by taking deep breaths, though at that point she was covering her ears and clutching her hair slightly.

Once both Erik and Dahlia had calmed their nerves, the two sat down in the living room. "I'm sorry for falling on you." she said softly, eying the mask that he was currently holding as if it was some biting animal "And I apologise for yelling at you." he spoke after a long pause, the crimson haired girl shrugged, resting her head on his shoulder, frowning as he tensed up, though after a moment he relaxed again.

"It's alright, I suppose I probably would have reacted the same way." and after that, Janet and Dahlia tried to convince Erik to not wear the mask around the house, unless there was some guest, like the Daroga. When Erik asked about how they knew that they simply replied that people who randomly drop out of the sky know everything, and then went on to giggle at the disturbed look that came to the Phantom's face.

Wellp, that's chapter 2 for now, I won't beg for reviews, but I wouldn't mind a few tips on where to go next with the following chapters.