Author's Note: I want to thank everyone who has reviewed and followed and favorited all support is greatly appreciated. I'm sorry for the delay of posting however last week I was sick and this weekend my mother collapsed, thankfully she's okay just a bit of heat exhaustion, however I didn't want to leave you guys hanging for another week so I'm posting two chapters to make up for no chapter last week. I hope you guys enjoy them, because soon we'll be getting into the meat of the story. As always please read and review.

Inspiration: None.

Fairytales

"Who was that insolent boy? Why was he there? What business does he have with my angel?" Erik paced back and forth in his lair he had just come back from his trek and Cesar was tied on the upper cellar happily munching on some hay he managed to procure from the stables without being seen.

"Perhaps Christine invited him there. He is someone special to her, he has to be, to wait for her in the dead of night like a lover." The shadowy side spoke having doubts that this angel was indeed pure.

"No he is not her lover she has none, she is pure, as pure as freshly fallen snow. He is just an insolent boy. One who means to steal her from me...us to distract her from her gift. Something must be done."

"Yes he is like a plague that must be eradicated. I will make certain he bothers her no more. She will know to keep him away or she will never see either of us again. We will tell her that we will leave to heaven for good if she continues to see that boy. Our angel will not see her again. She will love us. Then we will take care of the boy."

"No the threat alone will work the boy will not be harmed. I will not have more blood spilled on these hands, hands which I will use to touch Christine out future bride."

"Very well the threat alone will have to do for now."

He pulled his cape closer around himself and quickly traveled through the opera house to Christine's room. It was early Friday morning no one would be up yet. Not even Jennifer who would not be expecting him back so soon so it would just be him and his angel. He would make her renounce the boy swear never to see him again or suffer the consequences.

"So it will be war upon them. They think they can ignore me that I am not real. I will show them I am real."

He quickly pulled out some parchment and his quill dipped into the red ink as he sat to write a letter of warning. "Those fools think they can run my theater without payment, without acknowledging me. They are sorely mistaken. They will pay me and they will stay out of my box or this opera house will have a curse upon it. This I will make certain. My demands will be met."

He sighed as he sealed the letter with his trademark seal. He had just come from Christine's rooms after ensuring she knew what continuing to see that boy would entail and gaining her promise to not see him. He decided he needed to unwind for a moment to ensure he did now allow his rage to be unleashed on any innocent person.

He went down to his box to sit and watch the stage, and revel in the silence. However it was not to be. The managers had not only broken the silence with their stomping around they were in his box looking about as though searching for him. Such fools to think he would allow himself to be seen by the likes of them unless he wanted it. No he ruled from the shadows, from the dark they kept him safe. They would hide him from their sights. However he allowed himself to be seen for just a moment, just one moment to spark fear into their weak hearts.

Now he traversed his secret tunnels quickly getting to the managers office and leaving his letter on their desk and sliding the vent back just as they entered the room. He smirked to himself as he saw the shorter of the two reach for the letter with trembling hand then read the missive before handing it to his associate who looked distinctly pale before their nervous laughter could be heard. It was the laughter of a man slowly coming to terms with his own loss of sanity the laughter of a man scared of his wits and realizing it but too scared to admit to it.

"They could laugh it off now but tomorrow unless my demands are met they will not be laughing." He left the sound of hollow laughter behind him as he went to set up his carefully laid out plans.

Jennifer had her own carefully laid out plans to take care of. She found her self in front of Christine's door about to knock on the door when it swung open. She came face to face with Christine whose eyes were wide and frantic before they closed and a shaky breath passed softly through her lips.

"Oh Jennifer it is just you." She laughed nervously to hide her primary shock.

"Were you expecting someone else?"

"No of course not...well that's to say I was hoping not to be expecting someone."

"If you would prefer I could return at another time."

"No, no that will not be necessary. I am happy to see you I rarely have company these days. With me doing so few events I imagined everyone has forgotten about me."

"Nonsense you could not easily be forgotten. I'm sure when you sing tomorrow night everyone will remember why they love you so."

"I do hope you are right. I so love to sing even if it scares me at times."

"I should hope it doesn't scare you too much you are magnificent at it."

"Well it's not so much the singing as the result of those that hear my voice."

"Is there anyone in particular of which you speak?"

Christine looked as though she would speak but suddenly she searched the room with her wide eyes before slowly shaking her head. "No, no one in particular."

Jennifer knew she was lying but decided to let it slide for now she had to carry out her plan. "Were you heading anywhere when I stopped you?"

"Just to mail a letter is all, however it can wait seeing as how you have graced me with your presence."

Jennifer could see why the phantom loved this young girl so much she was so demure, such a fragile thing. She was the woman most men wanted a woman who would be subservient a quiet wife and dutiful mother. She was extremely polite bordering on saccharine sweet but her innocence made an annoying sweet girl simply angelic.

"I have come to tell you another tale which I think will come in handy very soon."

"Oh yes I would love to hear a tale. The ones you tell are some of the likes I have never heard before." She pulled Jennifer to sit on a large settee.

"This one will be similar in that you may not have heard it, it also happens to be one of my favorites."

Christine sat down beside her scooting closer to Jennifer so she could hear the tale with rapt attention.

"It all starts in a country to the north. A country that was cold and covered in snow all year round. This country was ruled by a wondrous and kind king who had three daughters the youngest of which was beautiful and kind unlike her older sisters which were selfish and spoiled. Soon the castle was visited by a large white bear which offers the king riches if he could marry the youngest princess. At first the king doesn't want to lose his youngest child especially to a stranger. Eventually the king relents and allows his youngest and favorite child go with the large bear. She journeys with the bear for a long time they soon become friends. Soon they come to his kingdom which is surrounded by flowers of all kinds being springtime all year round. They continue to talk getting to know each other before they became married."

"She married the bear?"

"Yes except he wasn't really a bear, he was a man trapped by a curse to be a bear during the day unless he could find someone to love him despite his outward appearance. So at night she would sleep with her husband when he became a man but she was never allowed to look upon his face."

"But why?"

"Because it was also part of the curse that she never see him but instead just love him for one years time but he must not tell his bride before the curse is up. However before the year is up she becomes homesick and he allows her to go visit, but tells her not to visit with her sisters alone. At first she listens however on the last night her sisters find her alone and she tells them all about the fact that she can not look upon her husband. Being jealous of her they place doubts in her head that what if he was hideous or a troll she should know what he looks like and so they give her a candle so that she may light at night to see her husband."

"But the curse."

"Exactly but the sisters didn't care if their sister suffered. They only wanted to get even with her. So when she came back home she didn't want to listen to her sisters but her curiosity became too great. Instead of just loving her husband for being the kind generous man she knew, she had to let false doubts and curiosity get in the way. So one night she lit the candle and looked upon her husband for the first time. She saw that her doubts were unfounded that he was a handsome man and knew in that moment that even if he wasn't she would have still loved him but it was too late a few drops of wax from the melting candle dropped on his side awakening him. He knew immediately what she had done and told her all about the curse and that if she had only waited another month she would have had him forever but now he had to marry the troll princess. He disappeared along with the castle leaving her all alone."

"What did she do?"

"At first she wept bitterly knowing she had caused her own fate but soon she decided to look for him. She found an old woman who told her she would find the troll kingdom east of the sun and west of the moon. The woman gave her a golden apple then sent her to find another woman who might know the way. She found the woman but she wasn't sure the way either so she gave her a spinning wheel. The next woman didn't know either but gave her a golden comb and told her to ask the winds. Finally the north wind knew the way and took her to the kingdom. She used the golden apple to entice the troll princess to let her stay in the castle and once she saw the spinning wheel that could weave such fine clothing she decided she could stay and make her bridal gown. Eventually the troll queen and princess learn who she is and want to banish her however because she knows the trolls like games of chance she bets the troll princess cannot get the candle wax out of the prince's fur who was back in bear form. They each got three chances. They tried magic, scissors and to pick it out but nothing worked. Soon it was her turn she pulled out the golden comb and was able to comb out the wax. The troll were so angry that they were bested they burst and died leaving the prince and princesses happily together."

"So they were finally together. It is a happy tale."

"Yes but one that could have ended badly. Always remember curiosity is a bad trait to have it can destroy lives if you aren't careful. So remember if and when your angel shows himself to you do not try to see what he looks like. Just get to know him and know if he hides himself it is for a reason. For true beauty lies within. Will you remember that?"

"I will try. Do you really think the angel of music will show himself to me?"

"Yes my dear he will and it will be when you least expect it."

Before she realized it Christine hugged her and thanked her for the story. She slowly hugged her back. "You are quite welcome just remember to keep in mind what I told you."

Christine nodded before they walked out of the dressing room together, Christine to mail her letter of warning to Raoul and Jennifer to finish her kitchen duties and wait for the phantom to return.

A/N: Seems like the trip to Perros didn't go so well. Has anyone else heard of this fairytale? I know there are a few variations I went with the one I remembered from childhood plus a little from other stories. The one I love is by Mercedes Lackey it's an extended version.