Yay, next chapter! I couldn't pull an all-nighter last night because I did get tired. But now I have some coffee brewing, a Mountain Dew right next to me, a blueberry muffin, and some insane German people singing into my ears (Rammstein of course!). So now I will type like I have never typed before! Actually, right now in my typing class at school, I'm at 53 words a minute, which I am proud of. And don't mind my errors about Amile seeing things, I find them all the time. It's not very easy writing about a blind person. Ach, nothing can be perfect. Now read away!
Chapter 12: The New People
Since Amile's near-suicide, Erik had become protective of her again. She had to give up being the 'Blood Ghost' because it was causing to many problems. Which in her words meant that Erik didn't want her anywhere near Christine. The only time that she could be upin the opera house was during an actual opera. Other than that, she was forced to stay in the lair, even if it was against her will. And that meant she would never see Audron again. She never told Erik about Audron because she though he would think she was insane for being friends with a pigeon. In her mind, she was a prisoner. But even so, she saw this as Erik caring for her, even if it seemed irrational.
Nights in the lair were very boring. Erik was usually stalking around the opera house. This one was no different. She sat at the organ, just playing anything random. Sometimes she would make something up but would forget it eventually. Finally, she was too bored. As she sat at the organ, her elbow on the side, she was hit with an idea. If Erik wasn't there with her, how could he see her anyway? She could very easily sneak out whenever she wanted to. She was fifteen now, old enough to do a lot of things. Grinning, she took out her old red blanket. It never left her and she refused to get rid of it. Carefully putting it on, she crawled up the mirror passage way. This would be easy since she could dodge Erik. She felt where he was, like some sort of ESP. The only problem was if he came back. So, as quick and agile as a fox, she went up.
The feeling of the theatre came back to her as a stunning reminder. It was warm and full of life. There was obviously a rehearsal going on. From what Amile heard, it was for 'Hannibal'. As she perched herself on a lower rafter, she also heard more things.
"Did you hear? Monsieur Lefevre is retiring!"
"I heard it too. Can you believe it?"
This confused Amile greatly. Lefevre had been there forever, always providing her father with 20,000 francs a month, always reserving Box Five, always doing whatever Erik requested. How could he leave? Who would replace him? The talking voices stopped as singing voices replaced them. Then it changed to Carlotta's screeching. Neither Erik nor Amile liked Carlotta. Erik called her a cockroach and Amile at a young age referred to her as a dying animal just begging to be put out of its misery. Amile covered her ears and waited for the diva to stop. But she wouldn't except for yelling at the other actors to get out of the way. Eager to escape the death sentence-to-be, Amile jumped to the highest rafters where the pigeons were. Audron landed on her hand and cooed. "I know Audron, she does sound horrible."
Suddenly, she felt Erik nearby. In a panic, she jumped down and hid behind some props that were kept in storage up there. Erik was now very close. Carlotta's singing was interrupted by two new voices. "These are your two new managers," a voice said. She couldn't hear the rest because she was too afraid of Erik. Hopefully he couldn't tell she was there.
All Amile could hear was something about the managers and a man named Raoul. Climbing a rope that led up to the high rafters, she crawled back over to the other side where the ballerinas were. There, she heard Christine talking to Meg. "That's Raoul!" she exclaimed. A wicked smile came over Amile. She heard adoration in Christine's voice. "You could say we were childhood sweethearts." Yes, it was adoration. Now Christine would be diverted from Erik and go to this Raoul person. But then she felt a new feeling torwards the arrival of these new people, she felt a feeling that havoc would ensue.
