Behind his mask he smiled as he sat at his desk pouring over new sheets of music. He was not who he was with Christine. He knew that she loved him for his voice, not because of what he was. He had tricked her with the sound of his voice, but once she saw his face, she was torn between the two. The last of his old music sheets were bound in a notebook and placed in a secret storage area of where only he knew.
A few months had gone by, his home as been steadily changing, better furnishings, a few more rugs, and more candles. Alas no music was heard from the depths of his rooms. It was as if he were waiting for another maiden, one who would love him for his grotesque features and his beautiful voice.
One miserable snowy night, where he dare not undertake, he found news of a new female who would take the place of Christine.
He felt the longing to hear her sing. "When she has to perform I will be waiting for her." He murmured to the darkness surrounding him. He went on a little adventure which led him to go upstairs and try to get a glimpse of what had happened to his House. Only a few things had changed, but what changed the most were the singers. The ones that started this Opera are gone, replaced by new ones.
A young woman looks to be around twenty-six or so, with long cascading coppery blonde hair, pale features, and dark colored eyes wearing a simple gown was walking down the stairs, talking to another dancer. He caught a bit of their conversation.
"…I heard that the Ghost that lived down in the bottom is gone. No one is brave enough to venture down there. I have a feeling he is still alive…somewhere." He smiled in his hiding spot, noticing that she had a slight accent to her voice.
"But Arabella, you don't believe those stories do you?" He watched her more closely. "Darling Lilly, I'm not frightened of a little story, besides you can see the looks of the managers each day, they are still terrified of that man. Besides Christine and all the others are gone, so what does that tell you?" Instead of waiting for a response, Arabella walked off to her rooms, which by chance were also the rooms Christine lived in.