A loud clutter woke Aimee up from her little nap. She blinked sleepily and heard footsteps coming near her.

"Sorry about that," She recognized it was Christine's voice. "The door was stuck." Aimee was now wide awake and sat up from her bed.

"I'm Ch-"

"Christine, I know. I can recognize people's voice individually." Aimee said, a smile spreading across her face. Christine observe her. Aimee was kind and always giving a bright smile. Christine was beginning to like Aimee. She was too adorable to not be a friend.

"You have a wonderful voice," Christine said, sitting down on the bed.

"Not as wonderful as yours," Aimee said truthfully.

"You've seen me sing?" Christine ask, surprised.

Aimee shook her head, "I heard only. I went to your play before. You were wonderful."

"Thank you," Christine knew she sounded wonderful. All thanks to her Angel of Music. She had only met him once. Intrigued by him, she did the stupidest thing and took off his mask. Her Angel of Music became enraged and it frightened her to see him acting like that.

Christine realized her Angel of Music was different. He was changed. That's when she began to be afraid, and turned to Raoul's comforting arms. Now that Raoul was gone, she'd nowhere to turn to or no one to confide in. Not even Meg believes her and thinks she is delusional.

She looked at Aimee again and wandered if she can trust Aimee in her little secret.

"I bet the managers never told you about the fifth cellar,"

Aimee's eyes widened in surprise and she shook her head, "No, please do tell what it is."

"Well, have you ever heard of the Opera Ghost?" When Aimee shook her head, Christine continued, "He lives in the fifth cellar, below the opera house. He can hear what you're saying. And if you're not careful, you might be killed by his Punjab rope."

Aimee swallowed and clutched her throat, "Goodness," She leaned closer to listen more. Aimee was fascinated by this story.

"What does he look like?" Aimee ask.

"He wears a half white mask on his right side face. It covers his…deformity."

"Poor Opera Ghost," Aimee said. "He must suffered a lot." Aimee could feel his pain. Rejected by the world because of one tiny flaw.

"He's also my Angel of Music," Christine said, smiling dreamily.

Aimee's head cocked slightly, "Angel of Music? Is he…your mentor?"

Christine nodded, "He was by my side when my father died. He's been watching over me these years."

Aimee was captivated by her story now.

"Have you ever met him? In person?"

"Yes, despite his mask, he's quite handsome," Christine blushed remembering how he looked at her when he took her to his cellar. Dark and mysterious.

A knock came on the door and it opened, revealing a woman in her 50s. She had black hair that was half covered in white hair. But her warm honey eyes lightened up when she saw Aimee.

"Pardon me, ladies, I must have gotten the wrong room,"

Aimee recognized the familiar voice and jumped out of her bed, running to hug her personal maid, Cecile.

"Cecile, this is Christine Daae. Christine, this is Cecile, my maid," Aimee said, smiling brightly.

"How do you do," They both greeted each other with a nod. Christine stood up and excused herself to meet with Meg and rehearsed.

"How's my little wildcat," Cecile said using her nickname. She hugged Aimee tightly and kissed her temple. When she was hired by the Beaumont to help Aimee around, she instantly treated Aimee like her daughter. Aimee was sweet and kind hearted but her blindness had became an obstacle for potential suitors.

Cecile remembered the times when Aimee was depressed no suitor would come. She remembered the times Matt would cheer her up, saying they didn't deserve her kind hearted nature.

"Cecile, would it be okay if I wander around the opera house. Familiarizing myself, without you?"

"Oh lord, I knew you would ask me that and I haven't settled in yet," Cecile said leaving Aimee to giggle.

"Where did Christine go?" Aimee said, blinking. She hadn't heard a word from Christine.

"She had to rehearse." Cecile immediately started unpacking the clothes. Aimee settled down on her bed, leaning against the headboard.

"I'm scared Cecile,"

"Of what, dear?" Cecile ask, placing the dresses in the closet.

"What if I was taken advantage of? Like someone's doing something to me and I don't see it and everyone laughs?"

Her skin prickled when Aimee remembered the times when she was pushed and shoved to the ground because she was blind. Her stuff was always being taken away and she would stand there and tried not to cry.

Her brother had came to her rescue and made them all apologize to her. That was when Cecile was hired immediately.

"Aimee," Cecile said gently, leaving the unfinished packing and sat down on the bed. She wiped back a strand of hair away from her face and looked into her silver eyes. They had sadness and hurt in them. The young woman had been through a lot because of her blindness.

"They will love you and treat you kindly. And if you were made fun of, Matt will know just what to do. You've already made a friend, Christine. And then you know it, everyone will be friends with you." Aimee smiled brightly and Cecile smiled, satisfied that she brought the smile up and the sadness away.

"Alright, I'll let you explore the grounds. But if you're lost, here," Cecile took her hand and placed a whistle.

"Blow it when you need help." Aimee nodded and hugged Cecile, and ran for the door. Aimee closed the door behind her and she was on her own. Her right foot came out and slowly, she touched the floor, feeling what was what.

There was a rug and she cautiously step forward. Her ears picked up the sounds of singing, knowing it was Christine and she knew she was near the stage. She stopped and listen as Christine's voice soared higher and higher.

She smiled and continued on her adventure. Her hands found something soft and light, it was the curtains she found out. Aimee used her ears and listened as voices were talking loudly, and she walked the opposite way.

Her face smashed against something hard and her hands flew up to what it was. The wall. Aimee grunted, feeling embarrassed, and she continued walking.

The further she walked, the voices were getting smaller and softer until she heard nothing but muffled voices on the stage. This part of the place made Aimee felt uncomfortable, it was too quiet and cold air was all around her.

Had she wandered too far? She was going to reach her whistle when a door closed behind her. She gasp and flung herself against the wall, blinking and swallowing down her nervous.

It's probably one of the ballerinas. She assured herself. Her fingers felt icky and she pulled herself off the wall. There was a stench smell, she heard pitter patter of what seems to be…rats.

Aimee panicked rose but she stayed calm and quickly but steady, escaped from the rats. Her hands had touched the walls and cobwebs had tangled around her fingers and she pulled away, disgusted.

"What kind of place is this?" She ask out loud, her voice echoing. Aimee wanted to use her whistle but decided against it. What harm can it do since she was all alone. Aimee's ears picked up the sound of a shuffle and stopped in her tracks, turning her head to the sound.

"Hello?" She ask. Idiot, no one's here, Amelia scolded herself and she continued on.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle," A voice said. The voice, it wasn't feminine. It was masculine. Strong, loud, clear, and angry.

Aimee stood her ground and swallowed a spit, "Bonjour," She said weakly.

"What brings you to my…home?" the voice ask. He sounded close but all around. Almost as in a circle.

"I'm exploring the grounds. Forgive me, if I entered the restricted section. I shall go back," Aimee turned on her heels and walk back but a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

She gasp and spun around, frightened by the sudden touch.

"We are just getting….to know each other," He purred.

"Who are you?" Aimee ask. She tried to pick up where his voice was coming from.

"I am who is feared by others, rejected by the world. So I stay hidden in this cellar." Aimee knew who he was.

"Opera Ghost," Her mouth said.

"Correct." he said behind her. His breath tickled her ear and she almost suffered a heart attack.

"Please, just let me go. I mean no harm," Aimee said, stepping back. She heard his footsteps as they came closer to her.

Erik observed the new girl and had disliked her for singing when she came. She was better than Christine but she will never earned a spot on the stage. Erik narrowed his eyes when her face hid in the shadows.

"Come into the light," He ordered. She only blinked, but followed his instructions. When her face came into the light, he was struck at how silver her eyes were. They were like liquid pools of silver, staring straight at him.

"How did you find this place?" He ask.

"I'm just exploring the grounds, Monsieur. I didn't know where I was."

"But you have eyes, can you not see where you were going?" Erik ask.

She only smiled. It held sadness but also amusement. "I thought you can hear everything." She remarked. Her eyebrows quirked in an amusement and Erik frowned. He did not like this little girl.

"How dare you come into my opera house, and question me! I should kill you now and be rid of your rude behavior! I am the Opera Ghost, no one has ever spoken to me like this!"

Aimee was taken back at his outburst but more so ever, she was frightened. Her hands came to her throat and Erik smiled. She knows about the Punjab rope.

"Pl-please monsieur, I meant it as a joke." Erik frowned even further. He didn't take it as a joke. He had more serious things to do rather than sit and laugh. He was going to make Christine a star but however, seeing this….girl it seems Christine might have competition.

"Go back to where you came from. And don't ever come into my cellar." She nodded and did the strangest thing that Erik was flabbergasted. She used her hands and feet to move herself around.

She was blind, Erik felt a pang of guilt for snapping at her but watched as she managed to bump into a wall.

"Not that way," She said under her breath and turned around. Erik raised an eyebrow when she got close to him and her hands came upon his lapel. Her cheeks turned red and her eyes widen as she looked up at him.

Erik felt strange how her eyes were looking at him but didn't make any connection. As if she was staring blankly at him. Her hands flew off his lapel and she placed a hand over her mouth.

"Pardon, monsieur. I did not mean- it was an accident-"

"You're blind," Erik said. She nodded but she cocked her head slightly to the side.

"How did you know?"

Erik had to smile, "You had trouble getting out." She blushed again and bit her bottom lip.

"Perhaps you'd like to be shown the way out?" Erik offered. He held out his hand but blink stupidly because she was staring at nothing.

"I can manage my way out." She said, squaring her shoulders. But then she softened with a look of embarrassment.

"I don't bite." Erik lied. She didn't buy that. "I'm just going to show you the way out, that's all." He took her hand into his leather gloved ones and lead her the safe way out.

When they reached the foyer, he let go.

"Monsieur," She called, stopping him. "Thank you," Erik only nodded and disappeared into the darkness.


AN: Woot woot chapter 2

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