Another chapter guys! Yay! Right? Yay, right? YAY!

Not an owner of the Phantom, the de Chagny, not the Daae, yet I do own myself...I think. O.o

Meanwhile, back at the ranch-I mean de Chagny mansion- guests were solemnly filing out of the house, disappointed and disgusted looks lining their faces.

"We apologize for this Madame, Monsieur," Christine said as all of the frazzled and unhappy guests filed passed at her.

"Hah!" was the only response she got, as one woman tossed back her head in mocking.

Raoul and Danielle were in the dining room, carefully picking up the broken fragments of Swarovski crystal that lined the chairs, the table and the floor.

Raoul sighed.

"Why would Erik do this?" asked Danielle, utterly confused. She assumed Erik was over his chandelier crashing phase. Guess not, she thought.

"I don't know," said Raoul grimly, cutting himself on the jagged glass. He winced and wiped the blood on his sleeve.

"Our social status is ruined," mumbled Christine miserably.

That's all she cares about? Social status! thought Danielle. Oy mother.

"It will be all right, darling," said Raoul, resting a hand on hers. "We'll just explain we had no idea he would do that. Or we could say we didn't even know he was here tonight..."

"Poor Erik."

Danielle scoffed. "Poor Erik, indeed! Even if he did do this, you saw how they were all treating him! Like he was a monster!"

"Danielle, people of society don't take kindly to strangers," explained Raoul. "Especially strangers with masks covering half their face..."

"I'm going down there to find them," Danielle said.

"Oh-ho!" laughed Christine. "No you are not! Not at this time of night!"

"Christine! I'm, like, a year younger than you? Two at the most? I can go where I want."

"Well, I am still a good half-decade older than you are, and since you're here without adult supervision, you'll have to obey what I say. Not to mention I'm the Vicomte of Paris!"

Danielle sighed, not wanting to get into an argument. She liked Raoul and Christine and didn't want the two of them mad at her.

"All right, fine, you win. I'll stay here," Danielle gave in.

"Now, let's get this mess cleaned up, and then it will be off to bed. You can go and see Elsa in the morning," Christine said in finality.

"But, I didn't get my supper!" Raoul whined.

Christine glared at him, and he and his rumbling stomach went back to work on cleaning the glass shards out of the carpeting.

A rock clinked off Danielle's bedroom window in the middle of the night, causing her to snap up in her bed, frightened.

Another clink, and Danielle was up out of her bed, moving for her window.

That better be Elsa, or I'm gonna...she was thinking sleepily.

She opened the glass and the wind whipped in suddenly, chilling the whole room in moments. She shivered and looked down in the street, where she saw, not Elsa standing below, but Gaston!

"Gaston?" she hissed down, recognizing his lithe frame even in the pale glow of the street lamp.

He nodded and motioned for her to come down.

She sighed and nodded, grabbed a house coat and made her way silently down the stairs, making sure she didn't wake anyone up.

Once downstairs, she turned the front door's large knob slowly, making sure it was quiet, then suck out and into the front lawn, where Gaston was waiting.

Without exchanging a word, the two stole away to hide behind a dark corner of the mansion.

"What are you doing here?" questioned Danielle as he kissed her cheek hurriedly.

"It was Celui!" blurted Gaston in a voice no louder than a whisper.

"What? How do you know? And how do you know about what happened?" she asked, bewildered.

"Gossip and news spreads quickly through Paris. By early tomorrow morning, everyone will know about the de Chagny's dinner disaster."

Danielle fixed him with a perplexed look as he continued:

"It was Celui! I told you he was out to condemn the Phantom! If he can turn the entire city against him and force him to abandon the opera house, it will be easier for him to take over!"

Danielle frowned, not happy at all. "What can we do?"

"Tell me everything you know about Er-" he coughed, "The Phantom, quickly!"

So Danielle told Gaston where Erik lived, how Erik constructed the entire opera house himself, Erik's knowledge of everything and everyone and every place in Paris, and anything else remotely interesting she could think of. She also told him, at his request, what all happened at supper that night.

He nodded after each bit of information that he received, and after hearing it all, his eyes seemed to glow with interest. Or happiness?

"All right," he said, taking Danielle by the shoulders and speaking in a rapid hiss, "here's the plan! Celui is planning something bigger than this-I don't know what! I just know it is bigger. We must position ourselves near Eri-" he interrupted himself by coughing again. "We sit at the entrances of the Phantom's home, and we wait to see if Celui shows himself. Then, if he's planning to kill the Phantom under cover of darkness-" Danielle winced- "we can stop him!"

"Okay," said Danielle hesitantly. "But...When do we do it?"

"As soon as possible! Tomorrow morning you must show me the two main entrances to the Phantom's lair, and tomorrow night, we can set our trap!"

"We're going to do this alone?" she asked.

"No, we'll have men behind us, trust me. I know people of this city who want to fight for our cause."

Danielle nodded.

There was a sudden rustling behind them, and they each turned around just in time to catch a glimpse of a towering figure-a shady character-with a gun drawn!

"Careful!" hissed Gaston, standing in front of Danielle and reaching for his own gun, pointing at the stranger. "Leave now!" he commanded at the stranger. "Allez maintenant! Ou j'appellerai la police! Ou pousse!"

The figure laughed and loomed closer, cocking his weapon.

Gaston lunged forward and, withdrawing a hidden knife, forced it deep into the man, sending him sprawling to the ground panting and dropping his weapon. In a moment, the man was lying still, face down on the lawn.

Danielle uncovered her eyes and looked upon the crumpled figure.

"One of Celui's henchmen," said Gaston, wiping his knife on his trousers and hiding it within his sleeve again. He repositioned his gun in his belt again, too.

"What are you going to-?"

"I'll take care of it. You go on. Meet me in the alley beside the opera house tomorrow at nine-thirty."

"Gaston?"

"Mademoiselle?" he asked, turning to her.

"Thank you!" she said giving him a quick kiss. Then she ran back into the house.

Gaston kicked the "dead body" with his boot and laughed, walking off into the moonlight.

All righty, lemme think of anything I need to clear up...There was a little French up there, whatever Gaston says. It just means "Go now or I'll call the police! Or shoot!"

And I think someone asked me how Danielle and I got our nicknames Jack and Will. Well, I'll tell ya!((If you do't care to know, just scroll all the way down and read my review message))Apparentlythey'rebecause of Pirates of the Caribbean, but how we actually accquired and appointed each other the titles came about quiterandomly. It was one lunch period in my 7th grade class, where I was acting like an A$$ and jumping around and stuff. I decided to try and kick someone, but as I lifted one foot up to kick, the other one came up too, and I fell on my butt. I sat there a moment, then laughed hysterically. Danielle said I was acting like a drunk and therefore, since we had just recently discovered Jack Sparrow's addiction to rum, yelled at me and said "You're stupid Jack." The only retalliation I could come up with was "Shut up Will!" And there you are, that's the story on how our nicknames came about. For Phantom nicknames, it is simply that I act very much like Erik-emotional and misunderstood, bad temper-and Danielle...Danielle is just Christine! Ha, ha, So yay! Now you know!

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