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Chapter 4

With deep regret and a heavy sigh, she walked to the woman.

"You are disturbing my concentration with your chatter! Who else was talking to you! Who, who, who?" Etolee's chest filled with air and anger. She had anger problems and they bothered her, but she couldn't seem to control it.

"No one." She said stiffly her jaw set. " I was the only one talking."

"Ah, you were talking to yourself then?" Everyone around laughed at Etolee, except for Mme. Giry and Gabrielle. "Where you talking to the Opera Ghost perhaps?" the room exploded with laughter again at her. Etolee's face got flushed with fury.

"The who, what?" she asked in complete confusion. The room laughed again. Calla stepped forward with an evil smile on her face and looked down into Etolee's dark eyes. Etolee fixed her with a gaze equally, if even more so imposing.

"They say a ghost of the man who was once the Phantom of the Opera still resides here in the theater. After he died he left his underground home and rose to the surface. They say he walks here and there, a shadow and mist. He looks like white mist, and then his cloak spins as he fixes you with his glair. He haunts box five you know. He kills those who disturbed him, and anyone with a grand voice is sure to be taken from this very theater by him to sing to his lonely soul. Anyone with talent it is rumored is in danger of being kidnapped."

"You don't have to worry then." Etolee said crossing her arms across her chest. The room gasped in shock.

"Why you insolent little brat!" Yelled Calla advancing on the girl, anger and a look to kill in her eyes. Calla lifted her arm into the air to strike Etolee. "You need a father to punish you, but you're mother was too busy sleeping around you have no idea who he is!" Etolee lunged and grabbed the diva's arm and twisted it behind her back nearly breaking it causing the screaming woman to fall to the floor. Etolee twisted her arm tighter.

"Don you ever EVER insult my mother again you understand me! And don't even think about coming NEAR me again. I am not a little mouse that can be insulted. If you insult Christine Daae EVER again…!"

"That's enough," said a calm but firm voice behind Etolee. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder. "Let her go. Calla, you had no right to say those things. Etolee, let's go." Etolee let the woman go who sunk to the floor grabbing her arm, and Etolee turned to the person behind her.

"Monsieur de Changy." Etolee put her arms around herself in a sudden cold. Raoul took off his jacket and placed it on the shivering girl who suddenly looked very pale and sick.

"It's Uncle Raoul to you Etolee. Gabrielle, come here." Gabrielle listening to her father and ran straight over. "Gabrielle, I need you to lean us back to Aunt Christine's room. You're mother is there as well." He said to his daughter. Gabrielle nodded and led the way as Raoul kept an arm around his niece. Raoul and Meg had been named her godparents, and Christine as Gabrielle's.

"Here it is papa." Said Gabrielle at a door.

"Thank you angel." Raoul replied. His daughter opened the door and led them inside.

"Gabriell, Etolee! What are you doing here?" Meg asked. Christine got up from the bed and walked to her daughter and took her in her arms and walked her over to the bed.

"Thank you. Raoul, what happened?" he walked over to the bed and leaded down on the floor and placed a hand on Etolee's. Etolee took his hand in hers and leaned her head against her mother's shoulder.

"It was Calla. She was out of line. She almost attacked Etolee, and she responded and nearly broke her arm." Chrisitne gasped at the news and eld her child closer to her. .

"She said you did things…. Horrible things mama!"

"She did Aunt Chrisitne. She said nasty things. Etolee was in her right."

"Gabrielle." Said Meg putting her hands on her daughter's shoulders, silently saying for her to stay out of it.

"That doesn't give you the right to attack people sweetie!" Christine said taking Etolee's chin in her hand and turning her to face her. "Just because…" she sighed and started over, her voice more calm. "Just because you think people have wronged you, doesn't give you the right for you to kill them."

"I didn't kill her!" Etolee said standing up suddenly. "I never even thought about killing her! I would never kill anyone!"

"People sometimes say that and thing's turn out differently." Said Christine, her voice staying calm but growing firmer. "You have too many violent tendencies and it has to stop! If you keep this up one day you'll take things to far!"

"You think I am capable of murder?" Etolee screamed at her mother. " Do you? Tell me the truth!" Chrisitne closed her eyes, and when she opened them and looked at her angry daughter, shinning tears were in her eyes.

"You want to kill me right now Ettie." Christine said using her nickname. "I can see it in your eyes. If you keep getting these emotions you'll end up like…"

"My father? You say I'll end up like him all the time but I don't even know whom you're taking about! I have no idea who he is!"

"And I pray every night it stays that way." Christine said looking at the floor. With one final look at her mother, Etolee ran out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

"I'm with her…" Gabrielle said jutting her thumb at the door and walked out of the room as well to follow her friend.

Chrisitne broke down into violent sobs. Meg took her best friend into her arms and held her patting her back and muttering soothing words to calm her.

"This is a disaster!" Christine sobbed. "I knew we should never have come here!"

"You can't hide this forever Christine." Raoul said gently from the chair at the desk next to the bed.

"Raoul's right Christine." Meg replied consenting to her husband's words. "You are gringo to have to tell her someday who her father is."

"But he's dead! He has to be!" said Chrisitne sitting up and drying her tears.

"You don't know that." Raoul said calmly. "You know what he's capable of. He could be alive for all we know. for all we know he may be right behind that mirror listening to every word we say."

Christine looked at her two friends. She got off the bed and Raoul stood up and took Meg into his arms and kissed her cheek. Christine walked slowly to the mirror and opened the secret door. There was nothing. Chrisitne let out a long breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Her breath stopped again as she looked at the ground.

There was a rose. A beautiful single red rose in full bloom, new and alive with a black silk ribbon on it. And a note right by it.

Christine gulped and picked up the rose and paper in her hands and turned to her friends who and clung to each other tighter and were very white.

"He's here." Meg said in none but a whisper. Chrisitne dropped the rose from her grasp and held the note away from her, her hand and body shaking and a cold as ice feeling rushing over her.

"Inside my mind…." Chrisitne sang in a whisper.