*Young Phantom*
*Chapter 2*
*Behind Za Bookcase*
AN- For anyone who doesn't know, German for 'night' is naucht, so I think thats why in the movie Inga says Nauchtmare, but for fun of accents, she says that in this too.
Erik thrashed in his sleep, the nightmare seeming to consume him.
"No! I'm not a... No I'm... Don't give me that! I don't believe in fate! You can't make me say it! All right, all right I give in. Destiny, destiny no escaping thats for me! Destiny no escaping thats for..."
"Monsieur Erik, vake up!" Christine's lovely voice, her lovely figure next to him, her dark curls down her shoulders and her robe clumsily tied over her revealing nightgown.
"What is it?"
"You were having a nauchtmare!" She exclaimed. Though his engagement to Terri was slightly physical, hugs and light kisses, he was not used to a beautiful woman showing no fear of his face. Especially right off the bat. Her eyes were concerned and her hand gripping his. He tilted his head to the side as some violin playing could be heard.
"What is that strange music?" He asked, sitting up.
"I have no idea," She looked to the opposite wall, squinting her eyes. "But it seems to be coming... From behind za bookcase!"
"Behind za bookcase..." He repeated absentmindedly, licking his lips.(Minor detail in the movie, lol) "Hand me that robe, will you dear?" He asked, reaching out, she did so and he slipped it on. "You're right, it's coming from this wall."
He reached for the candle to the right of it and it swung him inward, Christine turned back to see he was gone, and so was part of the bookcase, only flat smooth wood remained.
"Monsieur?" She called, perplexed.
"Listen to me very carefully, with all your might, shove at this wall when I say. Ready?"
She rushed over. "Yes monsieur."
"GO!" He hollered and she did so she was flung in and he out to lean against the table. He sighed. "Good girl, I would have told you 'Put, the candle ...back' but I realized I had the candle!"
"PUT...ZA CANDLE... BACK!" She hollered. He complied and the wall flung half open. "Oh look Erik, a passageway!"
"Whatever that music is, it's coming from down there. I'd better take a look."
"Oh let me come with you monsieur! I don't want to stay up here alone." She begged, her green eyes wide.
"Oh all right. Come, tighten up your robe."
They journeyed down and found a room, filled with instruments. They looked around. Erik struck a key on a fine piano and Christine shrieked as Nadir popped out of the lid. Grinning madly.
"Nadir, what the hell are you doing here? How'd you get here?"
Nadir grinned wider. "Through the dumbwaiter. I heard music so I followed it, call it a hunch."
"Zere must have been somebody else down here zhen!"
"It would seem that way, and there is the only other door!"
"Wait, Erik. It could be dangerous." He looked around and nudged him. "You go first."
Erik groaned leading them in. "Is there no light in this place?"
"Two nasty looking switches over there, but I don't want to be dinner." Nadir remarked. "I don't think Persian gourmet would appeal to you."
Erik flipped a cobwebbed switch and light flashed in with a nasty buzz and a storm of sparks.
"Dim your eyes!" Erik cried shutting it off.
"Too late." nadir said.
Erik flipped the other, and light filled the room. Several music stands stood throughout, and piles of scores with those. A lasso hung from the wall, next to a very feminine cloak. CD, stitched into it.
"So this is where it all happened." Erik muttered looking around, he could almost hear his grandfather.
"No, no no! Higher! I know you can!" He began to play and the lovely soprano voice continued, he had molded this purity. He had created it and would be damned if she would let it go to waste.
He played more vigorously, the pitch of the piano higher and she blended perfectly with it, the crescendo the final, highest note, and she hit it perfectly.
Erik looked about the spider webs and dust. "What a filthy mess!"
"I don't know, little paint, some flowers, rugs, a couple of throw pillows..." Nadir started and stopped at Erik's icy glare.
They stepped further in, moving through the room to the door on the other side, the only door.
Erik opened it and stepped in, the others following. A cigar half put out in an ash tray and a violin with bow.
"It's still warm." Nadir remarked.
"Well it seems our mysterious violinist has disappeared, and just barely finished putting out his cigar!"
"Look at all these books!" Christine cried flipping through them.
His face softened. "Of course! This is his private library!" He searched and found a book, it's cover worn but he still could clearly read. 'How I Did It- E. Sonfais'
He gently flipped through. "Of course, how he found the upper soprano register in a simple chorus girls voice!" He looked up dramatically. "It can't work!"
Short yes, dumb I dunno, you tell me. Philippe will be making his appearance in the next chappie TPP, so worry not!
