All Roads Lead to Paris

Note: I apologize, this chapter is kind of short. I would like to icanhearthedrums, for your input, I hope Erika is less modern this time. In this chapter I'm referring to my Favorite Susan Kay quote, I just love it so much I wanted to find a way to use it for something, so I put it in the story. Erika also uses Susan Kay's name for The Persian in this story. However the story is still Leroux based. Now, on with the show!

Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera. If I did, I would be dead man named Gaston Leroux, and you would not have this fan fiction today.

Erika's P.O.V

There was a knock at the door. "Good morning Nadir." I yawned, welcoming him in. "Good day Mademoiselle." Nadir greeted.

"Would you like some breakfast before we go?" I asked.

"If it's not too much trouble." He replied.

I set the kettle on the stove. And set a piece of strawberry cake in front of him and sat across from him, with my own piece.

"Are you ready for our private tour of the opera?" Nadir asked me.

"Oh yeah, can't wait! What is it like?" I asked, leaning forward in interest.

"No, no mademoiselle. You'll just have to wait and see." Nadir teased.

"Hey no fair!" I pouted. Then the tea kettle screeched. When I served the tea he replied. "I don't want to spoil it for you." he said, taking the cup.

"Nadir." I complained

"Oui?" he asked.

"You boring little fart." I teased.

Nadir gave me the same strange look he gave me from day one. Then he shook it off and laughed. "You must meet him." he kept laughing. I started laughing with him. "Even being the man that he is, I think he would come to enjoy your company." he finished.

"Your mystery friend?" I asked.

"Yes." he responded

"What is his name anyways?" I asked, while stabbing a strawberry that wouldn't stick to my fork.

He stopped laughing. "I think it would be best if he told you himself, when you meet him." he replied.

At the opera, Nadir escorted me around. "And, that is the Managerial Office." He led me into the Theater. "This is where all practices and performances take place." He actually took me on stage so I could see the audience seats from there. "That," he said pointing to one of the boxes. "Is the famous box five." he said.

"What makes it so famous?" I asked.

"Haven't you heard of the Opera Ghost?" Asked Nadir, shocked.

"Yeah, I've heard of him." I said.

"Well that box is strictly for his personal use only. The managers are not allowed to sell it." he said. I lifted an eyebrow at him. "He owns this opera house. He knows all public and private affairs of the opera. Nothing goes unnoticed by him. He can hear through the walls and can make his voice come from anywhere." Nadir explained.

"How does he do that?" I asked.

"Ventriloquism." Nadir replied.

"I wonder where is he now?" I asked.

"Perhaps he is composing, or maybe he is in his box...watching us." he said.

Nadir's P.O.V

I escorted her throughout the opera. If Erik knew he had a sister, I'm sure he would demand that she be treated with high respect. Her eyes glowed with fascination. "Ventriloquism." I told her.

"I wonder where he is now?" Erika asked me. I tried to think, "If I was Erik, what would I be doing this very moment?"

"Perhaps he is composing" I said. Then I looked up at his box. "If I was Erik." I thought. "Or maybe he is in his box," I looked harder at the box. "watching us." I finished.

"Why would, he be watching us?" She asked

"I'm not quite sure what his intentions are." I admitted. She looked into box 5, and gasped loudly. "What? What is it?" I asked her.

"I saw a pair of glowing eyes, Like mine." She said, her gaze never leaving box 5.

I knew it.

"Come, there is still much more to see."

Erik's P.O.V

I watched from my normal seat in box five. So, Daroga has a desert flower in his possession? I've never seen that man escort a woman. "I must give her a proper welcome." I thought. She certainly noticed when I stared down at her. She gazed upon me, as if she was reminiscing about something. But Daroga quickly turned her away. "Come, there is still much more to see." Said a panicked Daroga.

I gave a menacing laugh. "Yes, a proper welcome is in order."

I followed them into every part of the opera. He was obviously giving her a tour. "That fool, better not give away my secrets." I said under my breath. I had followed them all the way to the roof top. I hid, and listened.

"Oh wow, it's so beautiful up here." the girl sighed.

"yes, it's quite breath taking isn't?" replied Daroga.

"Yes. I've never seen anything like this before. I wish Erik was here with me to see this." she said.

"You did give away my secrets!" I said under my breath.

Nadir looked at her. "You will cross paths with your brother eventually."

Brother?

"I just wonder, why didn't my mother ever go looking for him?" Erika said.

"mother... " I remembered my mother. I ran away when I was about 5.

"I wish I could have met him. I don't understand he was treated so cruel. Or why our mother thought he was a monster." Erika began to cry.

"There's no way my mother would have another child. Especially after giving birth to a...a monster." I thought.

"Would you be afraid to see such a deformity?" asked Daroga.

"No, like I told you, he is only unique, different, special. My mother doesn't feel that way. So she had me, as a replacement, but I know he has a purpose and so do I." said Erika.

"That sounds like mother to me." I thought. Then I thought. "Mon dieu! I have a sister! But she is beautiful and I am...well look at me. However I see now that we share many traits. The glowing gold eyes, The high and distinct cheek bones, big eyebrows, height, weight." Actually it was funny looking at the two of them. Little Erika was at least a foot taller than Daroga, and though she is not skin and bones, she is very thin.

I laughed at this. "Just wait till she meets big, bad, brother Erik." I left the two on the rooftop back to my box so I can observe Little Erika in her first practice.

Nadir's P.O.V

She would be late for practice if we didn't hurry. "I'm afraid I must take you back to the stage mademoiselle. What do you think of the opera?" I asked.

"Oh, It's lovely. I'm excited about working her. Do you think I'll be put in any of the lead roles sometime?" she asked.

"That depends." I told her.

"On?" she asked.

"How skilled you are. You must meet Eri...The ghost's expectations."

"What were you going to say?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"It sounded like you were going to say something else before you said ghost. it sounded like..." she stared at me and griped my arm tightly. "What is his name?" she demanded.

I sighed. "He is Erik."

She let go. "It all makes sense now. The eyes I saw, The deformity everyone talks about. He...Wait, how did you know his name?"

I looked down. "I kept the truth from you. When you told me, I knew exactly who and where your brother was. He is an old friend. I found him travling with gypsies and brought him and helped him escape from Persia and we both ended up here in Paris." She clasped her mouth with her hands.

"The ghost is no ghost, he is Erik. Your long lost brother Erik." I looked down in shame. I should have told her.

"Why did you keep this from me? My brother is here and you couldn't have told me?"

"I am sorry mademoiselle." I said.

She walked passed me. "I have a practice to attend!"

"Erika!" I called after her.

"That's Mademoiselle Destler to you!" she left me alone.

Note: poor Nadir, he's so dead. I hope you liked this chapter. If you have any Ideas how Erika should finally meet her big brother please, PM me. Review s'il vous plaît.