Chapter 2
A few weeks later I received an acceptance letter from Paris Opera School of Music. I was so happy because this school only accepted the music's finest students. I had played the piano for years and was quite talented.
"Stephanie…sweetie." called Grandma.
"Yes Grandma. I replied. She sat on my bed. I knew it, not another one of her 'I am trying to be a good Grandma to you' talks. I sighed but Grandma had a strange faintish look to her.
"Stephanie, you're nineteen and I am going to tell you something I and your late Grandfather never told anyone." Christine was definitely serious.
"Stephanie you know of those rumors about the phantom ghost haunting the Paris Opera House?" she spoke softly.
"Yes, it's a myth that many talk about, Grandma, but…" I had started.
"Hush hun, he really exists it's all true, I was that young girl he hunted for." she explained.
"You Grandma? But why are you telling me this? It happened years ago he's dead!" I almost yelled.
"He never died Stephanie, he is to live and stay young till he finds someone to marry. He is looking for a full blooded Daaé." she said looking at me. I contemplated a few minutes.
"But you're the last Daaé Grandma." I said. She looked at me in thought and then told me this.
"Stephanie, you are the last of the Daaé's only because you have the Daaé blood in you, this is why I am warning you. The Phantom , knows the blood. He will find you recognize the blood and hunt you down. I do not want you to talk to him do you understand? He is dangerous…. VERY!" she was panic-stricken. I told her that I would do as she said but in my heart I knew that what she spoke of was only a myth. A silly myth.
A few weeks later I received an acceptance letter from Paris Opera School of Music. I was so happy because this school only accepted the music's finest students. I had played the piano for years and was quite talented.
"Stephanie…sweetie." called Grandma.
"Yes Grandma. I replied. She sat on my bed. I knew it, not another one of her 'I am trying to be a good Grandma to you' talks. I sighed but Grandma had a strange faintish look to her.
"Stephanie, you're nineteen and I am going to tell you something I and your late Grandfather never told anyone." Christine was definitely serious.
"Stephanie you know of those rumors about the phantom ghost haunting the Paris Opera House?" she spoke softly.
"Yes, it's a myth that many talk about, Grandma, but…" I had started.
"Hush hun, he really exists it's all true, I was that young girl he hunted for." she explained.
"You Grandma? But why are you telling me this? It happened years ago he's dead!" I almost yelled.
"He never died Stephanie, he is to live and stay young till he finds someone to marry. He is looking for a full blooded Daaé." she said looking at me. I contemplated a few minutes.
"But you're the last Daaé Grandma." I said. She looked at me in thought and then told me this.
"Stephanie, you are the last of the Daaé's only because you have the Daaé blood in you, this is why I am warning you. The Phantom , knows the blood. He will find you recognize the blood and hunt you down. I do not want you to talk to him do you understand? He is dangerous…. VERY!" she was panic-stricken. I told her that I would do as she said but in my heart I knew that what she spoke of was only a myth. A silly myth.