Hey, sorry it took so long to post it. Thank you, the people who review, they make me feel so much better. Star Wars is such a great movie. You should see it. I have the next few chapters pre-written so hopefully they will come faster. School's out now, so now I will be able to post them faster. I hope everyone likes this chapter. It has a 'Kay' reference, so if you don't know what the heaven I'm talkin' 'bout in one part, then you have found it. I also have a slight 'Moulin Rouge' reference too. 'Moulin Rouge' might be coming up in some later chapters. I don't know yet. Enjoy! And… Please R&R!

P.S. The excerpt of the song is 'The Storm' by Garth Brooks. Need to give props to him for writing it.


Chapter 14: Plans Uncovered and Made

"I was born on April 1, 1830. I got a lot of attention from people when I was a child. When I was 10, my mother had another child. My father had died 3 months prior to his birth. He was born repulsive. My own mother feared her own son. She named him Erik after Father Mansart. I was ashamed. The whole city hated our family. As he grew up, he grew smarter and more musically inclined. Still embarrassed, at age 15, I adopted a new name of Gilles André; my father's first name, and my mother's last name. I started a new, and ran away to Monmarte. Where I met and moved in with you. If I had kept my original last name of Doncier, the public would have shunned me, once again. I never remained in touch with my mother." André confessed. It hurt him to remember his past. He resented it.

"I thought you were just running away. Monmarte isn't the best place to live. Oh well," Firmin sighed getting off topic, "Who's next?"

"That girl, what's her name, yes, Mademoiselle Marissa." André said, rubbing his hands together. "Her, and everyone else. Make him suffer more. Kill people close to him, BOOM! Instant suffering. It's fool proof." He grinned, "At the first performance, we will be there, but we aren't alone. Mademoiselle Ana will bring us the weapons and set everything up. You, her, and I will each have a firearm. I will aim for Mademoiselle Giry, you for Mademoiselle Lauren, and Mademoiselle Ana will aim for Mademoiselle Marissa."

"How did you get Mademoiselle Ana to agree?" Firmin asked, not knowing what he was getting into.

"A little think called Blackmail, ever heard of it? I know two very important things about her. 1. She is jealous of Madame Christine. 2. She is an orphan with nowhere else to go to. I told her that I would terminate her contract if she didn't help. She was very hesitant. As jealous as she was, she didn't want to hurt her or the others. I persuaded her differently." André grabbed Firmin's arm and they both walked out of the office.

Erik had a hard time trying to absorb all the information. His mother had never spoken of a brother. But the most by far… he had a last name! He couldn't believe it. Doncier, he liked it. The truth just then sunk into him. They were going to get killed. He had to protect them all. Would they also go after Antoinette? Maybe…most likely. Lauren and Marissa both got themselves into this. He had to help them also. They couldn't die. But how…? An idea popped into his head. Yes… it could work. It would have to. He returned through the same passage to the auditorium. He found the ballet students getting lectures about something. It was a break and everyone had off. Erik walked over to the group. No one really noticed his presence, so he coughed. Antoinette knew that cough and turned her head first.

"Madame Giry, I would like to speak to you and Mademoiselles Lauren and Marissa." Erik said politely, trying to get everyone less afraid of him.

"Of course, Monsieur Erik." Madame Giry said, looking into Erik's face, seeing that it was very important. "Mademoiselles Marissa and Lauren," She called everyone to attention, "Please follow us." She said in her do-as-I-say-because-it-is-very-important tone. The two girls' faces went pale. They clung to each other as they followed the adults. They were brought to the corner of the auditorium.

"I have just picked up some information of the hit man and his hit list." He said, addressing them all, "The hit man, or shall I say, hit men and hit woman, are Monsieurs André and Firmin, and Mademoiselle Ana." Lauren and Marissa both gasped. What the heaven was going on? "They are going after people who I care about and who care about me." He shot a small glance to the two girls, he knew that they knew his secret.

'Oh crap! He knows that we know what only a few people know about him.' Lauren thought to herself.

"Those people named were Mademoiselles Lauren and Marissa, and you, Meg. They didn't mention you Antoin… Madame Giry, but I have a feeling that they'll come after you as well." Erik said as Madame Giry shot him a glance for almost calling her by her first name in front of two of her students, which was improper. "You aren't safe above ground, up here. I wanted to ask you three to come live with Christine and my self. You each would have your own room, don't worry. It would only be until I catch them in action at the opening performance. I'll meet you at the mirror in Christine's dressing room at 7:00." Erik didn't give them much of an option. He walked out of the auditorium, and returned to the lair after he made sure that Christine and Meg were together, and near Madame Giry. Was this going to work? Erik had no real answer to his own question. For sounding so sure of himself a little while ago, he actually had no real plan, what so ever, to stop the catastrophe. He had to come up with something.


There, finally! Erik had made a plan. It had taken him an hour but it was well planned out. He knew what he had to do. It was now 6:00. At 6:30, he was going to head up and meet his guests. He guessed that Christine was just going to wait with them. He had a full 30 minutes. A tune came to him and he started to sing it.

She sits among the pieces,

Of broken glass and photographs.

Reluctantly releases the last,

Of what was her past.

It struck without a warning,

Or did she just ignore the signs?

In those dark clouds forming,

Behind, her sliver lines.

And the door, it slammed like thunder,

And the tears, they fell like rain.

And the warnings from her family,

Whirl like a hurricane.

She's downing in emotions,

And she cannot reach the shore.

She's alive,

But can she survive the storm?

Erik had surprise himself. He ran over to the organ and wrote down what he had just sung. It was perfect, but for what? Maybe he could write a new opera around that part. Inspiration struck him for the story, and he stared to write it down before he forgot some details.

She's alive, But can she survive, the storm…?


"Guten Abend…" Erik said, surprised he still knew 'Good Evening' in German. He slid open the mirror to find everyone he had expected, including Meg and Christine.

"I like the German, Erik," Madame Giry complimented him, "But please stay with French or English. And whatever you do, don't start with that Pig Latin babble."

"Iwas amway orrysay otay earhay atthay. (I am sorry to hear that.)" Erik chuckled, as Antoinette shot min a glance. "Come, we need to be going…ownay (now)." He added the last part hopping to make Madame Giry agitated…Yep, it did. She was just now glaring at him. As they walked into the passage, Erik explained everything. They finally reached the lake. The memories flooded back to Meg.

"Great. Not again. I'm not going first." Meg declared, folding her arms over her chest, "Not like last time." Erik grinned, "And no, Erik, you can't make me swim."

'Darn… there goes my plan...' Erik thought as she said that.

"Who wants to go first?" Erik asked them, not even talking to Meg.

"I do! I do! Pick Me!" Lauren said, raising her hand as she jumped up and down. "Please…" Erik couldn't stand her hyperness.

'Hey, if I did bring her across first, she would have to stop talking because she would be alone.' He thought to himself, but then scratched that idea, 'She would probably talk to herself.'

"As you wish." Was Erik's only response. Marissa could see the annoyance in his eyes, and she started to giggle on the inside, not wanting to let it out. He rubbed his temple just before he pushed off the shore.

The whole journey to the other side seemed to take forever to Erik. Obviously, Erik had noticed, Lauren didn't know when to shut up. He wanted to just rip out what real hair he had. She made his brain hurt and throb. That was very rarely done. Basically, it was hell. He was so glad when he returned to the other side. He continued t escort everyone over. Finally, it was just himself and Meg. She was hesitating.

"Meg, don't make me do what I did last time." Erik threatened. "You know I'll do it." With that said, she believed him, and reluctantly stepped inside the boat. Over the course of the journey, Meg relaxed more, but she was still tense. When they reached the other side, Meg hopped out.

'Land! Sweet land!' Was all Meg thought when she got off the boat.

"Let me show you around our humble abode. You will all have your own rooms." Christine said, linking her arm though Erik's and walked down the hall. They showed them every single room. "If you hear any singing or organ music, then it is one of us." Christine said, pointing to herself and Erik. They all said their 'goodnights' and retired to their new rooms.


Christine was already lying in bed when Erik laid down beside her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Erik, do you remember the first time I had slept here, and I was afraid of the spiders, and then you killed them, but you were furious with me?" She asked, the memory coming back.

"Yeah, I was so mad that you wanted me to kill them. I don't remember if I killed the mother spider though." Erik said, instilling fear into Christine, who cuddled closer to him as he tightened their embrace. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from everything. Nothing will ever hurt you. I love you." They fell asleep in each other's arms.


Here's my chapter thingie I always give. I love the next two chapters. Especially the song. Oh well, here it is.

Chapter 15: Someone New

Then, her eyes caught him. A tall young man, with broad shoulders, and caramel eye. She must have been staring because his gaze caught hers.

His song finished and he had jumped off the stage to catch up with her.

"My name's Meg." She said softly. They stood there staring into each other's eyes.

OOOO… romance. Hehe. When I was typin that, it sounded like Christine in the first part till Meg says her name. I would never let Christine cheat on Erik. She would never randomly describe someone like that. Well, at least not in my story.