Disclaimer: I definitely still do not own any part of the Phantom of the Opera. Gaston Leroux does. Him and Andrew Lloyd Webber. But Leroux more so.
Note! This is based on the original book "The Phantom of the Opera", not the play or movie, which have different stories.
Second Note! This whole thing also happens before the events involving Christine and Raoul and all that.
"So now the ghost is married!": Chapter Two and a half
I gazed down at the half-eaten corpse before me. How anyone would mistake it for him, I did not know. Though the face was completely unrecognizable, the structure of the body was all wrong. Too short, more stocky than it should have been. His clothes barely fit on this unfortunate body.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking round I saw a bear of a man standing over me, gazing at me kindly through his round spectacles.
"You should be on your way soon, Azarin. Your brother is waiting at the train station. I have a carriage for you."
"Yes, thank you. We should be away from here before we are discovered." I paused, almost afraid to ask the question. "And... is he, I mean... They will see this corpse and think that he is dead but..."
The man grinned sympathetically. "The daroga has taken care of everything. Erik is on his way to Asia Minor as we speak."
This is a dream, just in case you couldn't figure that out. Sorry it's so short, but I don't have a lot of time and I wanted to give you guys something. Thanks for the reviews, everybody! I have no idea when I'll be updating next, but I never abandon a story so don't give up hope.
Historical note: Although glasses had been invented at this time, they were considered very unfashionable in most places. I thought I'd give this bear guy glasses anyway.