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Phantom of the Opera

The opera house being mostly empty, would echo the voices off the cob-webbed walls, more or less mystifying the moment. The scenery that held more meaning for the both of them in many ways. That made it a little easier on Chloe, although she was still a bit scared. The fact that she couldn't see his face scared her the most, she really wanted to know who he was.

The boy took her soft, small hand and led her to the cellars. She followed after him, many questions passing through her mind as each moment slipped by. Although only one made it's way out, "and what is this angel's story then?" The boy kept his gaze off of her and on forward to the corridor ahead, but respectfully he still answered, "All that Erik has told me... was that I was in danger, and he saved me..." He just left it at that, figuring she would get the point that he really didn't want to talk about it.

In minutes of silence they neared a small boat. The boy reached down and picked up the oar, then handed it the Chloe as he stepped in. Chloe raised an eyebrow and gave him a disgruntled look, "What am I to do with this?" She paused a moment as he stood, "I am not going to row the boat! You can just forg-" the boy cut her off saying in a matter of fact tone, "Oh, I wouldn't count on it then." He took the oar from her hands and helped her into the boat. He began to push the boat through the water with the oar as he mumbled under his breath, "heh, a woman rowing a boat... what a laugh." Chloe thought she heard something and turned back, "You say something?" She looked at him with questioning eyes as he quickly thought of something to say,"um... I said nothing, you just heard the waters going by the boat." He mentally slapped himself for that as he kept rowing, a smirk placed nonchalantly upon his lips below his nicely fitter mask.

The sound of the organ still echoed through the cellars, filling in most of the emptiness that was there. They soon reached the platform, a lovely vision of Erik playing the organ came into view. They stepped off the boat, and Chloe looked to the boy saying as the walk up, "and what is this angel's name?" She touched his arm lightly as he turned to her. He didn't know what to tell her, considering he had never really had a name before. Suddenly the organ stops and an elder voice echoed through, "His name... is Erik..." Chloe and the boy both turned towards Erik in surprise as he continued, "You... look just like your mother..." Chloe stepped back, a look of surprise and amazement adorned the soft features of her face. Chloe didn't know what to think, she finally got to see the man that her mother spoke of so often. In her mind she kept telling her self for years that this was the man that her mother would have married, had it not been for her father.

The elder Erik turned, still sitting in front of his organ, he looked at Chloe seeing her surprised look, and only decided to add to it, "Would you sing me... in my last moments?" Chloe looked from either Erik. The younger Erik gave her a slight nod, what you could see of his face having a solemn look to it. Chloe nods and takes a step back, she straightened her back and took in a sharp breath:

"Think of me, think of me fondly, when was say good-bye. Remember me, once in a while, please promise me you'll try..."

The elder Erik listened, his eyes closed, letting her voice wrap around him, bringing back the fondest of memories. He reached for a rose that lay upon his organ. As he grasped it he fell back to the floor. He mouthed the words, 'good-bye Christine...' After that his hand lay across his chest, the rose lay across his heart. His movements almost seemed to cease all at once. Chloe watched in horror as the younger Erik rushed to his side. In the back of her mind she knew what was happening, but for the most part, she didn't want to believe that it was happening. She was feeling more pity for a man that she had only heard stories of as a child, than her own father. She didn't quite know what to do. All her instincts told her to do, was cry.

The remaining Erik took her in his arms and held her close as he whispered lightly to her, "No... don't cry... no tears shall be shed in this place. Especially not your own..." Chloe sniffled lightly as Erik continued, "I shall take you back, and you will promise to return once the opera house is rebuilt..." Chloe nods lightly in agreement, "Ok... I will."

/3 moths later/

It's been a good three years since the little 'visit' to the opera house. The grand opening would come in little less than a month, and Chloe refused to miss it. Chloe hurried down the stairs and out the door to her carriage. She climbed in shutting the door behind her. She was excited, not only about revisiting the opera house after three months, but getting to see Erik again. The carriage rolled away, the crunching sound of the wheels against the stone road was all that could be heard. The carriage pulled to a halt, and Chloe steeped out. She looked up to the opera house, it looked beautiful. She hadn't seen it since it had been rebuilt. She looked down, and by her feet was a flyer, she picked it up and read, "Auditions for lead soprano today."

Chloe rushed up into the opera house, making her way to the stage, not even paying attention to the inside decor. There was a line of girls upon the stage, Chloe joined the line at the end, or what she thought was the end. The maestro began to speak loudly, "Ok, the auditions will be from the aria in act three of Hannible..." After that was said a few girls shamefully walked off stage. Chloe felt lucky her mother had taught it to her when she was little, for the maestro pointed at her, "You first!" Chloe stepped forward on stage and took in a deep breath:

"Think of me, think of me fondly. When we say good-bye..."

Chloe wasn't even able to finish the stanza before the maestro called it to a stop, "You stay..." he ordered Chloe, he then pointed to the rest, "Go home! All of you!" There were mumbles of disbelief as they walked out. Chloe was amazed, she never expected to make it. The maestro walked onto the stage next to her, he pointed to the other side of the stage. A young man around the age of 18 years old stood leaning against the wall. He had dusty brown hair, and dull green eyes. His clothing was that of someone with a good bit of money.

The maestro shoved her towards him, "This is Rolf... you will be doing a duet with him in the upcoming performance!" Rolf stood, and took Chloe's hand kissing it lightly, "Hello Mme." The maestro hurried away leaving the two alone. Chloe looked to him uneasily and said, "um... you may release my hand now.." Rolf let go of her hand, a genuine smirk placed upon his lips, "ah, and what shall I call you Mme.?" Chloe smiled uneasily, "My name is Chloe... um..." she thinks for a moment, "um... Daae!" Rolf circles her like a shark would it's next victim, "Lovely name..." With that said he walks off the stage leisurely, "Well... I must be off..." Chloe watched him leave and heaved a sigh of relief.

Erik watched quietly from the shadows of box 5, he could sense something bad might happen later on. He didn't like that guy Rolf at all, he gave off that certain 'flirty' vibe that would make any opera ghost sick. He decided then, that he had to keep Rolf away from Chloe.