Chapter 6

See Why in Shadow I Hide

A/N: Nothing belongs to me except the original characters

I didn't think that he would be so upset over nothing! Really? What was dwelling in the Opera House, a ghost or a little child?

I laughed, this is really hilarious, "If a simple no could upset him so much, I can't imagine what a 'maybe' would do."

The rest of the day went by quickly, free of any "accidents" or disturbances from Box Five, surprisingly. Night came quickly and it was my job to put the younger ballet girls to sleep. Tonight they wanted a story.

"Please, Katarina!" I didn't like being called Miss all the time, "just one story and then we will sleep!" begged little Emiline, her blue eyes boring into my brown eyes. I sighed," It is time to go to bed for everyone, including me mon petites…" I didn't mind children but if I read just one story then they of course 'just want one more'.

"Please! Tell us about the Opera Ghost!!" whispered Celine. I looked at her, "Why must you whisper? There is nothing wrong with talking about the Opera Ghost, it is only bad things you must not say. 'Remember, do not speak of things you do not know', and since I do not know the Opera Ghost, I cannot tell you anything!" I patted Emiline's hair down, "Come now go to bed." I said and tucked them all in.

As I left the room, I noticed that the corridors seemed a bit darker then I thought the used to be. "Great, now he's getting to you too," I laughed, "I could just imagine this place as a setting for some gothic romance novel." I shivered and pulled on my shawl. It was time for me to go to bed and tuck myself in now.

I entered my room, and fought my way out of my clothes and into my sleeping gown. Then I remembered, that stupid gold dress that La Izabella wanted me to finish, I never got it finished! I got myself out of bed, mumbling about my stupidity and sat on a my dressing chair and started up the hem again. Why I didn't get to it I don't remember, oh wait, "Those little girls distracted me and wanted a story…. Even one about the phantom,…" How would I tell a story about the phantom?

I decided to hum instead:

"Is it you I keep thinking of?

Should I feel like I do?

I've come to know that I miss your love

While I'm not missing you.

We run till its gone…"

All of a sudden, the dress was ripped out to my hands and I was looking up at a very furious shadow.

"Monsieur! I didn't hear you-" he interrupted me by kicking my basket across the room as if it was in his way.

"What are you doing? What's the matter?" I asked nervously he was coming towards me,

"HA! Have you already forgotten what you did this morning?" He grabbed me, "who said you were allowed to sing in my Opera House?"

I was shaking, " I didn't think you would have minded it so much!" I tried to reach for the dress and he kept it out of my reach.

"you sing when I tell you to sing! You do what I tell you to do!" He ripped the dress to shreds, right in front of my eyes and flung the pieces across the room.

"What are you doing!?" I yelled and ran to the pile of fragments of gold material, but he yanked me away from the dress, "Don't you forget it was I who saved you from that pig-headed bureaucrat! You are indebted to me!"

My legs felt like they couldn't hold me much longer, my body was shaking with terror and anger all at once. "Yes monsieur, you are right. I am indebted to you…" I whispered quietly. There was a silence.

I couldn't see him but I could tell that at least, according to slowness of his breath, he had calmed down. He let me go and I fell down onto my dressing seat.

"I did not mean to upset you…" I tried to reassure him, "But I do not belong to you, and you are not my Master."

He smirked and grabbed my hand, I screamed from his sudden movement.

"Silence!" he commanded and slipped a gold band on my finger and released me. "If you dare take that off, I promise you that in the very moment that it has been removed from your finger, your life is mine." With that he left.

Now I had to clean up the mess he had made. I wiped the ears from my eyes and tired to gather the pieces of the dress. I would never be able to fix it up and put the finishing touches in two days! I would have to start all over again, more material, more thread, "But I don't have time…. What am I supposed to tell the managers?"

Oh the dress? Nothing happened, the phantom decided to seek his revenge, frighten me and force me into submitting to his orders and throw a temper tantrum and destroy it, that's all!

"It could have been worse." I sighed and played with gold ring on my finger.

A/N: Sorry I took so long, I lost my rough draft and then I wasn't well enough to type. I get really bad allergies. Hope you all liked the ending, I thought it would be better to leave it as a cliffhanger since I was getting bored with my story I think I should stick to one- shots. ( I am just kidding this isn't the last chapter, LOL.)

The song that Katarina sings is "Fleurs du Mal" by Sarah Brightman, I do not claim any of it at all. It belongs to Ms. Brightman, I just like it so much that I wanted to have my character sing it.