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Mangers Office...
Firmin was looking at his letters till one he despised came into his view. The note had a red wax skull on the envelope and it was from one person; the Phantom of the Opera. He slowly opened it and looked at the note. It read:
Mangers,
I have notice that you have gotten a note from someone other than me. Whatever that note demands, do not obey them. If you do a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.
I remain, Monsieurs, your obedient servant,
O.G.
P.S- My salary is due
Firmin felt like he was about to faint. One person wants to have his orders obeyed or someone is going to die and another person doesn't want the first person's demands obeyed but he wants his demands obeyed or someone die. In the end, he loses. It was too late now, he and Andre had already done the commands of B.D, which Firmin wanted to know the meaning of B.D, and now someone is probably going to die again. And if this wasn't bad enough, he didn't have the money to pay the Phantom. Oh this is going to be a bad week.
The Phantom's Lair...
Erik had just received a note from the mangers and thought it was his pay. He thought till he picked it up and it felt lighter than usual. He quickly opened it and the note read:
O.G
We are terribly sorry but we did not have enough money to pay your salary but we had 10,000 francs and it is in the envelope. And we are sorry but we are going to obey the demands of B.D for now on along with yours of course.
You're Mangers
Monsieur Andre and Firmin
Erik couldn't believe it, someone one was taking over his domain. In less than ten minutes after he read the note, the room that he was standing in was totally destroyed. He looked around one of his many studies and all he saw was paper everywhere, tables, chairs, and drawers knocked over, and something that used to be a couch. With an infuriated sigh, Erik walked out of the room to play on his organ.
Black Death's Lair...
Black Death was amazed how quickly he was taking over the Opera Populaire. He knew that he was smarter than he was supposed to be but he thought it would take him months to have this much taken over. And now he was getting money for doing nothing, he liked how his plan was going. But he didn't do it for him he reminded himself, he was doing it for Angel. He wanted her to be the best singer out there, even better than her mother. He was in his 'Phantom' outfit and for the first time in many months he was looking at himself in a mirror. It was simply he thought. He heard someone knock on a door.
Blake's Room...
Blake answered the door and it was the messenger. "Here you are Monsieur." he said as he handed a note to Blake. Blake took it but the messenger just stood there as if to be waiting for something. Blake was getting tired of him standing there so he gave him a low growl. The messenger's eyes widen and ran as fast as he could away. Blake smiled triumphantly and turned as he closed the door behind him. He opened the note and read it. "Ah, it is an invitation to the masquerade after the opera." Blake said calmly, "And Angel wants me to go with her shopping. She knows good and well I do not like going outside let alone going shopping. Oh well, if my little ange wants me to go I will." Blake donned his cape and quickly went to Angel's room.
Angel's Room...
Angel was brushing her hair when there was a knock on her door. "I wonder who that is." she said as she went to her door. She opened it to be Blake. "Oh Blake, I did not think you would accept my invitation to go shopping with me and my mom." she said as she hugged Blake. Once again she felt Blake's body stiffen and she let go. "Oh yes, you do not like to be hugged." she said quietly. Blake heard the sadness in her voice and cupped her cheek in one of his gloved hands and said, "No, it is not that. It is that I am not used to be hugged or being loved. I still have to get used to it, that is all." Angel looked into Blake's emerald eyes and saw he was telling the truth. "Alright, come on we have to go shopping now." she said excitedly. Blake nodded and offered his arm to her. She blushed and accepted it and they walked out of the room.
At the Street Markets...
Blake didn't like how everybody was staring at him and Angel took noticed this.
"It is alright Blake." Angel said reassuringly as she touched Blake's arm gently. Blake had a small smile when she touched his arm. Christine stopped in front of them and it made Blake bumped into her.
"I am sorry Mademoiselle Daae." Blake said as he looked up at Christine who had gone pale.
"Mama, what is wrong?" Angel looked at where her mom was looking and gasped in fright. Blake looked to and once he saw it, he back away. What they saw was a poster advertising that the freak show was in Paris. Blake had sunk to his knees as he remembered those years of his life before the Opera Populaire, memories that were best left forgotten.
"No, not that again." was all that Blake could say before he felt something rub against his leg. He looked down and couldn't believe what he saw. What he saw was a little black kitten with one part of his face was white so that it looked like a mask. The kitten was rubbing against Blake's leg till it looked up with its big yellow eyes and mewed at him.
"Why hello there, where did you come from?" Blake asked as he picked it up and it started to rub its head against Blake's unmasked cheek. Christine and Angel heard him and turned round to see who he was talking to. They saw Blake standing straight and holding the kitten in his arms as he was petting him.
"Blake where did that kitten come from?" Christine asked as she started to pet the kitten.
"I do not know. I guess he followed me from somewhere. I think I am going to keep him." Blake replied as he scratched it behind the ear.
"Awww, he is so cute." Angel squealed as she tried to pick it up but it hissed at her.
"I guess it is attached to me."
"You maybe right." she said as she just petted it.
Then a man walked up to them and asked, "You want a job in show business?" He had a dirty red and yellow vest, black pants, boots, and a white shirt. He had a handle bar mustache and a black beard.
"What do-" Christine started but was cut off harshly by the man.
"I am not talking to you two." he said as he gestured to Christine and Angel, "I am talking to him. Do you want a job in show business?"
Blake cocked his head in confusion and asked, "What kind of show business?"
"Traveling Fair." the man said.
Blake got an angry look on his face as he spat, "You mean you want me in your shows to be a freak!" Angel got worried that Blake might get furious at this man to think that Blake would go with him just to get beaten and not treated right.
"No, no, no, you would not be a freak but a star." the man tried to persuade.
Blake scowled more as he roared, "NO! Never in your life will I ever join the freak show!"
The man got angry and said, "You will join whether you want to or not. Boys!"
What's going to happen to Blake? Is he going to the Traveling Fair by force? Read the next chapter to find out!
