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Disclaimer: Don't own any characters from P.O.T.O except for Rose.

Chapter 2 A Walk on the Catwalks

When Rose walked into the room she was impressed at how it looked. The room was cozy enough for one person with a floor length mirror on the back wall right in front of the doorway. There was also a closet and dresser on the right hand side of the room and a bed to the other side of the room.A screen and a tub were also on the wall of the dresser, and a vanity without a mirror next to her bed.

The floor was an amber color of rugs with swirls of gold here and there. The walls were a sky blue and they had roses designed on them. While she looked at the mirror she thought that she heard the faint sound of cloth against stone.

When she tried listening for it once again however she did not hear it again. 'Must've been my imagination playing tricks on me again' she thought shrugging her shoulders slightly. There was a clock sitting on her vanity and she saw that it was already nine o clock, so she decided to have a look around and see if she couldn't find where some food was.

She went out the door after putting away all of her things, but she took her flute case with her. After a while she found herself on the stage and decided to explore the catwalks that she saw above her. As she started to climb the stairs that would allow her to get onto the catwalks she felt a presence above her and she glanced up into the rafters.

She saw a shadowy figure watching her, but it disappeared quickly. 'Probably one of the nightwalkers' she thought to herself as she continued her ascent of the stairs. When she got onto one of the narrow catwalks she felt it sway with her weight but instead of it scaring her she sighed in happiness. She put her flute case down on a part of the catwalk that was sturdier than the others and leaned against the ropes remembering happier times. A memory of long ago flashed through her head bringing a fresh sting of pain with it that went directly to her heart. She closed her eyes trying to block out the pain but a few tears started to escape her eyes betraying her inner turmoil.

What she didn't know was that he figure she had seen earlier was above her on the next level of rafters and he saw the tears that fell out of her eyes.

Why is she crying he thought He was about to approach her but he stopped when Rose opened her eyes. "Grandfather, Father, where are you?" she whispered to herself.

Erik's eyes widened slightly at this odd comment and he just continued to stare as Rose grabbed onto a rope experimentally and jumped onto it holding it tightly scaring Erik.

Instead of falling however she dropped back down onto the catwalk and started to do quite tricky acrobatic techniques in fluid movements. He was startled at how gracefully she did these stunts without even moving off balance once, which was an extreme feat on the narrow catwalk. When she was done she climbed up onto the rope again and clung to it with her legs and surprisingly enough she didn't need to use her arms.

This girl was an even greater mystery now to him than she was before. He decided to see if she scared easily and jumped down from the rafter landing on the catwalk she was now standing on with great ease. Rose was startled out of her reverie by the sudden movement that jarred the rope and she jumpedoff of it and back onto the catwalk in shock.

Erik smiled broadly and said only a few words, "My dear welcome to my Opera House, you must show me some of those moves."

A.N: So how was it? Creative critique is welcome and I would love to know how I can please my readers. I would like to once again say thanks to the people who reveiwed and for those of you who did this next excerpt from Chapter 3 is for you.

Rose dropped the note with shaking hands as she tried to cover her mouth.

He wouldn't dare tell about what she had done would he? God only knows who would find her if the manager found out about her past. He'd kick her out for sure and then… they'd find her. She shivered at the thought as memories invaded her mind.

What Rose didn't know was that a certain Phantom was watching her with a critical eye and watching her reactions with confusion and pleasure.

Rose picked up the note and headed upwards toward the roof with the note in one hand and her flute case in the other. Erik blended into the shadows as she passed him on her way up a glazed look in her eyes.