Will I ever find him?

Chapter 2

Authors Notes: ok after much demand from the Phantom Phan Guild on Gaia, I started to work on my second chapter. I hope it turns out as well as I want it to. If not screw you all lol. Just kidding of course. I love my readers!


Standing on the other side of the door now my heart began to pump faster, beating with more intensity. I could feel the pressure in my veins increasing as roaring laughter erupted from the audience. Not caring what was going on, I knew I had to find this Opera Ghost if it was the last thing I did.

It must have been ten-twenty minutes I spent running aimlessly around the backstage of the Opera House. I got lost at least 5 times! My heart raced like a stallion going for the gold. A stampede rushed through my thoughts as everything became dizzy. Sitting down, I could faintly hear screams bursting from the audience. Horrid brutalizing screams. My eyes flashed open wide as I looked down from a stairwell to people rushing out. Running up the stairwell I saw who I could have sworn was Christine Daae herself! The Vicomte de Changy I believe was behind her. The thoughts that swarmed my ears blocked off from what I heard was faint singing coming from them. I managed to hear the Vicomte say, "Who is this man? This Mask of Death," but it left me confused. I rushed up the stairs and turned down another passageway that I got lost in. I became dizzy once more, and sat in the corner. He is for sure gone now… will I ever find him? I thought lowly to myself.

Sighing softly, I shut my eyes to relax; I needed to get my head straight. Seconds later, I felt this… cold chill as I then opened my eyes again slowly. I gasped loudly and staggered back slightly. My heart began to race once more, pounding like a drum. He was there again, right in front of me. I stood up quickly, opened my mouth to speak but my throat was empty. He stood with his back turned to me, hands clutched on the railing. I raised my hand up to his shoulder, and he flung around quickly. His golden eyes stared directly into mine, almost like my dream. I started to breath heavily as he stepped back.

"What do you want!" He said demandingly to me, although keeping his voice quiet. My eyes weakened, but my heart still pounded. He went to turn to leave, but I grabbed his arm.

"I had a dream about you," I said bluntly. I didn't know any other way to say it, but I was greatly relieved afterwards.

"I beg your pardon? You… you had a dream about me?" He laughed to himself. "You need to see a doctor, now if you don't mind… I am needed else where" He said in a sour tone, then turned once more to walk off quickly.

I stood there with an 'oh shit' look on my face. My face had flushed a bright red, as I could feel the heat from all the blood. I just had to follow him! I waited a few moments as he rushed away then darted after him.

I managed to stalk him up to a door that led to the roof. I had gone up there many times in my childhood to stare at the stars. I would hear music, dancing through my head like a lullaby. His hand reached out to the doorknob, but I once again tapped his shoulder. He spun around quickly in shock.

"You cursed demon, leave me be!" He shouted hurtfully in my direction. My eyes narrowed in on him as I stepped up to eye level with him, grabbed the front of his suit and pulled him in close attempting to kiss him. He raised his hand up between our mouths to prevent it, then pushed me away. "What makes you think that you can do that to me!" He shouted once more.

"You weren't so cold in my dream… you face is the same, your voice. Everything matches perfectly. Why is a man I have not met until now, been in my dreams for the past week, nightly?" I stared at him in question, intrigued by how he would answer.

He stood there staring at me with his mouth open to speak, but didn't. His face seemed filled with confusion as he kept glancing out the window. I walked up to him and took his hand into mine and placed a soft kiss on the left side of his face, since the right was covered with the mask. He turned his faced to me, eyes slightly wide with more confusion. I felt his body begin to shake slightly and assumed it was best that I took my leave.

I turned and quickly dashed down the stairs, although I did peak over my shoulder and saw him standing still. I slowed down, and then noticed him exit through the door. I sighed softly and continued on my way down. Why does he despise me? I thought sadly to myself. I would truly go mad today.

Continuing down the steps, I felt a hand on my shoulder that tugged at me. I turned around quickly in shock, hoping it was him.

"Little Miss how many times do I have to tell you that you are not allowed back here?" A chilled, strict feminine voice said. The voice was very familiar as I turned around.

"Yes Madame Giry, I'm sorry," I said. She laughed, mocking me.

"If you were sorry, you would have stopped this… nonsense ten years ago!" Madame Giry said once more. I smiled sweetly, attempting the innocent act as Madame then escorted me to her quarters.

"What were you thinking!" A shrewish voice said as soon as I walked in the room. "You could have been killed! You're never allowed to wonder around here without your father or I again!" My mother shouted at me. All I could do was stare in disbelief. My jaw dropped slightly as I then glared at her.

"I am a grown woman and can do as I wish! If I want to wonder off, I will!" I crossed my arms and scowled. My mother gave me this, evil stare as she motioned for me to leave. She followed behind me after thanking the Madame for finding me once more.

Once we were back at the house I turned to my mother. "Why do you treat me like a child mother? Why?"

"Why do you insist on acting like one? You are a spoiled little brat!" My mother shouted at me once more. I couldn't take this, and simply ran up to my room and shut the door. I instantly flopped down on my bed angrily and pulled out my journal that was hidden between the mattresses. I promptly started to scribble down today's events.

Dear Diary,

My dream has become a reality, somewhat. The masked man, that I continuously dream of…. He's there! I think he is the "Opera Ghost" I've been hearing about… Meg Giry claims his name is "The Phantom of the Opera" but I want to know his real name. I want to see the face behind the mask. I want to kiss his lips and be held in his arms. Dreams cannot lie, can they Diary? I'm sick and tired of waiting around here like a child… I'm going to take action… hopefully I shall return to record my findings…

I shut the book quickly and shoved it back between the mattresses. Opening my door a crack, I could hear my parents still awake downstairs despite the fact it was far beyond dark. I turned to my window with a smirk and looked down. It wasn't that far of a drop… thankfully I had a rope in my room that was suppose to be for a Canopy bed my father was going to make for me. I tied it to my bedpost and tossed it out the window. Sliding down the rope I tucked it under the vines that submerged the walls of the house. I looked at the window, which led to the dining room, seeing my mother and father there. I blew them a kiss, one of which they didn't see, and then turned and walked off towards the Opera Populaire once more.


Authors Note: Alright, kind of a nasty cliffhanger… but deal with it! What is the point of chapters if they don't have brutal cliffhangers at the end… this one isn't as bad as some of them are going to be though! Hope you enjoyed reading!