Ange's Chapter 6

Track Down This Murderer!

By the way, 'Music of My Dreams' is by Jeff Funk, taken from the poem 'Music of the Storm' by some other guy, don't remember his name. Thanks to Mr. Janson for teaching it to me! ^^ I didn't get into the musical BTW. Mr. Janson said to give it a year. My Mommy gave me this huge Phantom towel with a mask on it and I was like, 'Almost as good as wrapping Erik around you!'


Christine forced herself into the Opera house, her eyes red and she had lost more weight than she had gained in her pregnancy. Erik had tried his damnedest to keep her eating, but she often refused. She made her way to her dressing room, where Firmin and Andre` awaited her, along with thousands of bouquets and letters of condolences.

Christine felt her eyes flood but fought the urge to cry, she smiled weakly at the managers. "Bon jour, gentlemen."

They smiled also, taking her hand. "Madame, may we offer our own condolences?" Andre asked.

She sighed. "Thank you both, you've been more than kind letting me have time off."

Firmin waved it off. "Anything for our star, Madame!"

An idea sparked in her mind. "Anything?"

Both looked grim. Neither answered the question, both gulped and nodded.

Christine smiled softly. "Messieurs, can you recall all the times you lost money on Carlotta's account? Simply because she refused to sing."

"Of course." Andre said slowly.

"And how many times have you lost money on my account?"

Firmin chuckled. "Once, perhaps twice."

"I see...." She said, mischief and grief flaring in her eyes.

"Madame, what are you suggesting?"

Christine looked up at them, tears had escaped her eyes, and her voice choked as she said. "Payback."


Erik and Christine's tries for a second child had somehow come to no prevail. It had been two months since the night he had decided to end her misery, and give her what she wanted, rather than more heartbreak.

But Christine wasn't pregnant, and it was a great distress to her. Erik, heartbroken by his wife's depression went to Mme and Meg Giry for help.

"She's made plans for something with the managers, she asked me to get your help while they discuss it."

Mme raised a neatly done eyebrow. "Oh, what sort of plans?"

Erik grinned an evil, phantomish grin. "A fright, we haven't discussed details, but we want to frighten her to the point where death is possible."

Meg stood, smiling. "I will help."

Mme Giry looked uneasily, then stood and shook Erik's hand as Meg had. "All right Erik, I will also help."

Erik hugged both. "Now," he sat down crossing his hands and watched as the other two sat and looked at him. "Have you any ideas?"

Meg's grin was widespread. "Actually..." She scratched at something on her arm. "Christine and I made it a point to terrorizing Carlotta, I'm sure we can come up with something."


Things would seem easy, except that no one had seen Carlotta in some time. Not since she was escorted from the building after throwing Christine to the floor. This, of course created a problem, because they obviously needed her there to pursue the revenge.

Firmin and Andre soon contacted her and persuaded her to come to Paris. All was set now, and they just had to wait.

Christine calmly sat in her dressing room, brushing her hair, staring into the small mirror on the dressing table she smiled at her reflection, pulled on her cloak, concealed her face with her hood, making sure no hair or clothes stood out. Then she stood, waiting for her 'cue'.

Firmin and Andre led Carlotta into her old dressing room, allowing her to look around, her things as they had ever been. She did not know Christine was outside her door, waiting to do her part, but the flicker of the candle told the managers as a signal, that it was time.

"Signora, look at yourself! Have you lost weight?" Andre asked, gesturing to the mirror.

Carlotta grinned, strutting over to it and admiring herself. "Perhaps I have!"

"Oh, I think so, Signora,"

Carlotta froze, looking about. "Who was that?"

"I am your guardian Angel, Cara."

Firmin nodded. "Listen to him."

Carlotta looked nervously around again, visibly quivering in her fear. "Why have you come to me?"

Erik's voice was soothing and believable. "I worry for you, Cara. You miss him, don't you?"

Carlotta released several tears. "Yes!"

"Ubaldo misses you, Cara, would you like to see him for a moment?"

"Yes!" She cried again.

"Come, Ubaldo." Erik said almost in a whisper, to her a chant.

Two cloaked figures entered, their faces hidden. They stood on each side os the door, and then a third, plump one entered, the face also hidden in shadow.

Carlotta whimpered and prepared to run to it but Erik's voice warned otherwise. "Do not touch him! He is a weak spirit in the clothing of a man, he is not really there physically."

Carlotta regained her composure momentarily. "Who are the other two?"

Erik grinned behind the mirror. "One stands for Christine Daae`, the other for her child."

"C-christine Daae`?"

"Yes my child, she died giving birth to her stillborn child. She is with ubaldo and her baby, in Heaven."

Carlotta stared in horror. "I.....I....."

"Do you feel remorse?"

She sneered at the two. "No!"

Erik silently stepped through the mirror while Carlotta looked at the shadowy figures. "Look at me, Cara..."

She turned and gasped, he had adorned a white robe, the hood hiding his masked face. "Your treatment of Christine, her unborn child, and of the man known as the Opera Ghost have condemned you to many a century in Purgatory, repent, and you will never face Hell."

She shook her head. "No."

He sighed stepping to 'Ubaldo', reaching for the hood. She shivered behind him and the hood was gone, revealing a feminine face of Christine. He went to another now, Meg Giry, another Madame Giry, Carlotta stared in horror as he turned to face her.

"Repent."

She wanted to slap him. "NO!"

He shrugged, reaching up, removing his hood, she went into hysterics at what she saw, truly ugly and un angel like.

He smiled at her screams, she looked at the mangers, their cold smirks sending her even further into hysteria.

Clutching at her heart she fell to the floor, convulsing once, and then remaining still.

Christine ripped the pillow from her robe, lifting her rivals head and placing it beneath, she checked her pulse.

"Dead," she said, looking at them. "Died in her sleep," She smiled at the managers. "And in her will everything goes to the two of you, since she has no family?"

They nodded, for once uncaring of the dead sole on the floor. Christine smiled brighter leading Erik from the room to her dressing room down the hall. Meg and Mme quickly followed smiling at what they heard.

"We're what?" Erik didn't wait for her to answer, obviously sweeping her up before she could.


Mwa ha ha ha. Wanna see what happens next? Gimme some ideas, gimme about a week and you'll find out!