Right now I feel like Punjabing my computer. The Internet crashed, causing me to post this really late. Just to warn you, this chapter contains a few notes. I wanted to put this up sooo badly. Thanks every one for reviewing. I will have this in two parts. And umm... thanks Marissa, Ana, Jo, and Sam for giving me ideas for everything. Sam, I hope you get rid of your writers block. I will give you a hint of a few things; 1. In later chapters, I will start to torture my characters. (What fun!) 2. Pig Latin will save their hides at one point. 3. You have not seen the last of Raoul. (Thanks Marissa for the idea.) Hehe. Enjoy.

Spelling change. I have fixed Monsieur Firmin's name.I had perviously had it as Firmir. If I did have it right and now mae it wrong, please tell me in a review.


Chapter 5: Rendezvous of Notes Part:1

"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE ALIVE!" Erik yelled as he ran to Christine as he almost squished her in a rib-cracking hug. "I heard you scream…and I…someone hurt…killed…you gone forever." He managed to babble in unbelief. He quickly hid the Punjab Lasso behind his back in embarrassment, and quickly put on a fake grin.

"I screamed because I have great news." She said enthusiastically, "Guess what." She never gave him the time to answer, because she blurted out, "André and Firmir are opening the opera house again!" His eyes widened another inch.

"They are!" he asked utterly awed by the big news, "That pretty boy, Raoul, better not have any part in the opera house or I'll…" Christine cut him off.

"You'll not kill him. I don't even know if he is included in the package. I don't want him around." Christine admitted, and yet threatened. "Can I sing again? I really want to. Please don't scare them off. They will be here tomorrow at 12:00 noon to start the re-modeling."

"And you think I would deny you music? You know me a lot better than that." He said rather sarcastically. "I'll just send them a 'friendly' letter. With nothing 'mean' or 'riddles'. OK?" he asked her slipping his arm around her shoulders.

"You just better not screw up my chances of singing, by one of your childish antics." She said playfully, but threatening. Erik took his arm from around her shoulder. He walked back to his library where he put all his weapons down, which included most of everything he had, a full length sword, a dagger, a pocketknife, an 'extra' Punjab Lasso, his 'normal' Punjab Lasso, extra rope, and various other things he could hurt people with. He grabbed a quill, ink, parchment, and started warming some scarlet wax. He pulled out a sheet of parchment, dipped his quill in ink, and started a note. Not that long after he started, he added in a 'riddle', and knowing Christine would be mad at him for it, crumpled up that sheet and threw it on the floor. Erik then started the process over again.


8:00 P.M.

The Next Day

The Lobby

Monsieur André and Firmin we're both sitting in chairs, resting from a whole day of work. Then, down fluttered a note, from somewhere up above. Monsieur André picked it up as he stated to Firmin, "Not again!" It was addressed:

To: My Favorite Managers

He opened it, and read it out loud:

Dear Good Sirs,

Welcome once again to our opera house. I have written this letter, not to command or threaten, but to simply ask. I would like to start anew. I am rather curious about some future employees. Will Mademoiselle Daaé, I mean Madame Daaé be singing again? And possibly a simple suggestion, it would be best for the 'Corps De Ballet' if Madame Giry and her daughter Meg were rehired. Please leave a reply in Box 5, on the shelf, if possible. Also, if you decide to have Raoul de Chagny as the new patron, I won't be rather happy. Oh, I must also include someone else, she won't enjoy his presence because she didn't marry him. Also on Madame Daaé's whereabouts, she is in good hands.

We remain,

Your faithful servants,

O.G and Madame O.G

"What's with this 'Madame O.G' and 'our'? 'We'?" Firmin asked André as if he would know anymore than he did. "Well, we should do what he wants." André then agreed that they should write a reply right away, started on it. Erik secretly hiding in the fly, with the two men oblivious to his appearance, made his way to Box 5, where he would be waiting for the reply. In about an hour's time, the two men entered Box 5 and on the shelf placed the reply. As they shut the door, Erik stepped out of the shadows, and reached for the note. From behind the curtains, Erik pulled a lever, which opened a secret trap door, and stepped in. That passage bypassed the lake, making the trip shorter, and ended connecting to the music room of his lair. There, Christine was waiting for him. He slowly walked to a candelabrum, and opened the letter, which was addressed to the two of them. He read it out loud, so Christine could hear:

Dear O.G and Madame O.G,

Congratulations! With the clues you have given, we have taken that you two are married. Yes, we have already talked with Madame Giry and her daughter, Meg. They will both be rejoining the cast once again. Raoul de Chagny has, since that night, moved to Berlin, Germany, where he has immediate family. So, we are in search of a new patron. If you are interested in that position, then please send one of us a reply. We would be greatly honored if you were to serve us as that role. Also, as long as you do not bring this opera house any problems in the future, we shall not alert the authorities of your presence.

Signed,

Monsieur André and Firmin

The look on Christine's face now changed into nothing really. A face of blank stare. "Umm… Erik, is it a good idea that they know about us?" she asked rather worried about their whereabouts.

"I really don't know." He stated rather perplexed with the whole situation. "I could be a good or bad thing. They would find out sooner or later." He then folded the note into fourths and put into his pant pocket. "Maybe I should take his offer, and become the new patron. Then, I wouldn't have to request certain people to be cast, and I would have more say in the operas. It wouldn't be that bad. What do you say Christine?" he asked her hoping she would let him.

"Well, I guess you could. They know where we live, and they know we're married." She said weighing the pros and cons. "What the heck. Do it Erik. Might as well." She gave the final go ahead. "I think you would make a great patron Erik." She said seductively.

"Oh! Would I?" he asked, then he grabbed Christine and pulled her into a hug.

"Actually, Yes I do." She said right before she pressed her lips against his.

"Thanks. I needed that." Erik commented, as he regained his dignity.

"You're welcome." Christine replied, before she tackled him to the ground. They wrestled for a bit. Christine would roll Erik over, but then Erik would just flip her back. He made sure not to crush her in the process. Just as Christine was about to win, Erik rolled away. "I had you." She declared triumphantly.

"No you didn't. I just didn't want you to lose. It's called sympathy." Erik retorted rather playfully

"Well, then, loser makes dinner anyway." She said poking him on his half-exposed chest.

"When did we decide on that. I didn't…" a look on Christine's face told him to shut up with his babbling, and just make the food, "I normally make it any way." He still continued to stall. Christine then pointed to the kitchen, "Fine. I'm going, I'm going." He quickly scattered to the kitchen, escaping Christine's burning gaze. For the whole hour Erik was in the small kitchen, she could hear him grumble about something. An hour later, he stepped out of the kitchen, he said, rather sarcastically, "Your dinner is served, your highness." He had a smirk on his face and a gleam in his eye. When Christine entered the room, she saw a big dinner with a lot of candles.

"Erik. You never seize to amaze me. It's beautiful!" she managed to say between gasps. "You didn't have to make it this nice."

"I made it for the both of us. And I also wanted to. Now, let us eat." He said leading her to her seat, and pulled it back. There, they had a romantic dinner for two.


9:00 A.M

The Next Day

The Lobby

Dear Monsieur André and Firmin,

We have discussed my possible position, and have come to the conclusion that I will accept the offer. I would be delighted to. Madame Daaé is glad that she will have the chance to sing once again. I also wanted to know if you had an opera selected for the opening show. If you have none, then would you be interested in my new opera, 'Love of All Things'? If you are, I can send a copy of the score to you. Please send a response to Christine, who will be up tomorrow. Tomorrow as in the day after you receive this note. I would personally receive the reply, except that I am terribly busy with my new opera.

Your pending patron,

O.G.

André read the note out loud to Firmin who was standing next to him, reading over his shoulder. "Do we have an opera selected? I don't think so." He asked Firmin.

"Well, not one in mind. I don't want to copy a recent one." Firmin explained, "I suppose we could. As long as it is nothing like the notorious 'Don Juan Triumphant'."

"Ok, but how are going to tell all the crew that we just so happened to hire the infamous O.G. as the patron." He said, "I guess we could just give him a pseudonym. Also wear stage make-up. It works great."

"Yes. We would have to." Firmin replied, thinking up a scheme he could do just in case their original plan didn't work as they thought it would. "We also need to make sure he doesn't kill any more people, and no talking out of nowhere like…" He was cut off and never reached the words 'like he normally does'.

"You mean like this?" Erik's voice boomed from somewhere above them. "Thank you for considering my opera. I will tell you now; it is nothing like 'Don Juan Triumphant'. Even though I quite liked 'Don Juan'."

Dumbfounded, André asked him, looking up, but in the opposite direction Erik was in, "If you were up there all along, then why send a response to Christine?"

"Simple. So you would think I went back to my lair, and not stay in the fly." He said slightly chuckling, "Would you like to speak to me? If so, then may I come down. I can't continue to talk from up here. It is quite uncomfortable."

"Well, as you know, we need to discuss some things. I would not mind you coming down." André said. Just then, a dark figure jumped from above their heads and hit the floor rather hard.


I like these bar things. Hehe. R&R