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Chapter 3: The Devil Or An Angel?
" Madame Gerie! Oh My goodness! Madame Gerie!" The Vicont and his wife ran through the wing up to the place were Madame Gerie was laying. Raul's wife, Christine, knelt down and felt her forehead.
" Madame Gerie, what's wrong?" She asked. Madame Gerie shook her head.
" No dear, this is not good." She lifted the letter up to show Christine. Her expression turned from gentle concern to down-right horror.
" Madame Gerie, were did you find that?" She whispered, taking the letter from the frail woman.
" Mademoiselle Ariana Maser here, she found it... where did you find it?" She asked. This was my first recognition in the midst of the chaos.
" Under my dance bag, the seal was still warm." I said in soft voice, much unlike my own. Christine, not taking her wide eyes off me, stepped back with hoc.
" But Madame Gerie, the house has been rebuilt, the caves of the Opera Populaire have been cleaned and filled in, how is this possible? For god's sakes, he should be dead!" Madame Gerie shook her head.
" No, my dear, anything is possible with him." Raul was getting a bit impatient.
" Why don't we just open it?" He asked. This seemed to be anonymously, a good idea. Madame Gerie handed met he letter.
" It was under your bag, dear, open it." I took the letter with trembling fingers. I took a closer look at the large seal and grimaced. It was, what looked like, a rotting skull. Now I was just as scared as the rest of them I unfolded the letter. It read:
Dear Mademoiselle Maser,
You will play the lead in the upcoming opera " Le Chacott" My associates know what happens when I don't get what I want. Please remind them that box 5 MUST be empty and that my salary is due. Leave it in the 5th box. Good luck,
The Angel
I read this out loud, but it was very confusing. It did appear that everyone knew exactly what this meant. Raul put his hands over his face and groaned. Madame Gerie shook her head, " I told you!", and Christine had her mouth open in a speechless silence.
" Dear god!" She finally managed to exclaim. Madame Gerie stood up.
" It is late, and we now know that Mademoiselle Ariana needs to be watched. Christine, do you mind going with her, back to her room. Perhaps you could explain a few things?"
" I'll come up soon, I promise." Raul assured her. She nodded. I picked up my bag and my letter. I lead the way down the dark halls towards my room. The atmosphere of the house was so much more creepy then mysterious now. When I opened my door at the east side of the house, Christine let out a little gasp of surprise.
" This is my old room! My goodness, this is quite unusual." She walked in the room.
" Same wallpaper, same furniture, same mirror... oh dear." She plopped down into a chair. I still didn't know much about who she was. I sat down on my bed and took my pointe shoes off.
" Sorry, but could you tell me something about you?" I asked. She gave a small smile.
" My maiden name is Daae, ring any bells?" I nodded. This was, sitting in her room, the almost victim at the hands of the Opera Ghost. She sighed.
" The angel of- I mean the Phantom of The Opera, I believe, and the rest of us, believe he is back." A chill ran over my skin and my hair went on end. I picked my feet off the ground.
"What did he do to you, madame, I heard so many tales of it, I was not sure of which were true?" She gave a small laugh.
" He did not try and kill me, I can tell you that easily, he told me he loved me, but he is capable of murder, let me tell you." She said. This bit of information intrigued me and I urged her to continue.
" What does this have to do with me?" I asked. Her face was indeed, a grave expression.
" You read that he wants you to play the lead in "La Chacott"?" I nodded.
" Well, he used to do that with me. He would write these notes and insist I play the lead." I shook my head.
" I won't do it! Meg Gerie had worked very hard. I mean, yes, there is times I envied her, but this would not be fair in the least. I will not!" I shook my head. Christine persisted.
" You might have no choice, Ariana, Meg would understand, I know." I shook my head. I wanted to change the subject.
" His face, have you seen it? She nodded.
" It is not what you have heard, it is simply infected. He believes you will hate him when you see it, this is not true." She continued at the sight of my interested expression.
" I left him for Raul only because of this. I did love him, but I couldn't live like he did." I nodded, I could understand that. It was almost 12 o'clock.
" Oh, what should I be careful around?" I asked. She put out three fingers.
" Dark halls and corridors, being back stage alone, and that mirror." I gave her a questioning look but she shook her head no.
" Just be careful, OK?" I nodded. She smiled.
" I'll come by as often as I can to check on you." She said.
" Thank You Madame." She shook her head.
" Please, call me Christine." I nodded. The boom of twelve fifteen echoed around the house from the grandfather clock.
" I must go, goodnight Ariana." I sat on my bed for an hour, reading and rereading the letter. The phantom of the opera had returned, and I was his new trainee.
A/N: OoOo, keep reading! The Phantom will show up very soon! Review please! Oh, If I am mis-spelling names PLEASE inform me otherwise! I NEED to know, if you know the proper spelling.