Disclaimer: Hey, if I owned them, they'd have run away by now.
Chapter 14 – Catwalks Part 2
Christine gasped, and started to teeter. I lunged for her, but she slipped, and fell, grabbing onto the edge of the catwalk.
"No!" I exclaimed. The whole auditorium looked up at us.
Christine's fingers started to slip.
I cared more about Christine's safety than keeping my identity hidden.
I jumped off the side of the walk and landed on the stage below her.
"Christine!" I called. She looked down at me, and her eyes met mine. I saw nothing but trust, and love in her eyes, and then she closed them, and let go.
I caught her swiftly, and set her down on the stage. She clutched my cape.
"What now?" she murmured.
"I have no clue." I replied, "The trapdoor is on the other side of the stage. You should have thought this through before you went and fell down."
She giggled nervously. "Think fast." She whispered.
Aware that we were being stared at, I took her advice.
"Monsieurs," I bowed to the managers. "You might reconsider bringing La Carlotta back to the opera. For Mademoiselle Daae has come back to claim her job."
I pushed Christine forward gently.
"I'll wait in the dressing room," I muttered. She nodded to show that she had heard.
Taking advantage of the face that everyone was till staring dumbly, and no one was stopping me, I swirled my cape around me (appearance is everything), and ran from the stage.
Much as I hated to leave Christine there on her own, we both knew that I couldn't stay.
I smiled as I left. I could imagine the ballet rats twittering, "The Opera Ghost strikes again!"
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