The following is NOT in the POV of Erik. nope, this is the POV of a little mouse that followed Erik around. Also the mouses name was Erik. how is this mouse alive you ask? well its a magic mouse that can live to be as old as Erik was! HAHAHAHAH! nope, mouse is NOT erik. also I'd like to say that when I said 'know one comes down anymore.' I meant anymore. because there used to be SOME people who went down!
...Faust? Why would I throw away my time for that?
Why would the Opera ghost return just for that? How foolish I was being!
But I needed to know!...how could I think it was her? how many times has a blonde woman entered this opera house? how many times have I not even cared? what was different about her? I was drawn to her. she so resembled my Christine!
her skin, her hair, her beautiful eyes, they were all there! Even when I tried not to I couldn't stop following the girl. And then there I was, sitting in box 5 thinking about how long ago she left. why did I think she would come? It was natural she wouldn't, she promised me, but what are oaths to me? Simply a trap? am I now her prey?
Of course she must think me dead! the state she left me in I should be. yet, I'm still living! some times I wish the Viscount would have had better aim!
shoot? that boy could not shoot me if I walked up and told him to! aiming for my head...My head! and then he hit my shoulder,and just barely. It's not like I wanted to die then but please, I was standing there for ages! my eyes glow! and He can't even hit me then? pathetic boy! I'd hate to see him with a sword.
The opera had ended and I followed her out of the building, with the mask I had made no one noticed me, and down the street. but to my surprise she turned and walked right back. and no one noticed her either! she walked back into the Opera house and even more shocking to me took an all too familiar path, Christine's old dressing room? I was now behind the walls watching her. and just as she reached up along the mirror felt like she needed stopped. but why? I wanted to see what she was going to do, why couldn't I just wait for her to go down? she'd, of course, die there anyway. I stopped my self, but she found the trigger and activated the mirror. I went around to cut her off at the end of the tunnel. Now it felt all to familiar, just like when I took christine down, why was this happening? and why was she fining her way? why hadn't this girl tripped and fell? slipped and cracked her skull? I needed to stop her, and just as She tried to scream I covered her mouth and she fainted into my arms. As If that wasn't to much for me to bare, I small parcel dropped from her limp arms...and all Christine letters fell out...
...WOW! THAT MOUSE SURE KNOWS ALOT ABOUT ERIK! AND TO CATCH HER WHEN SHE FELL? THATS A STRONG MOUSE!
but I tell your, no Erik here.
Erik: Suni? the cast and I are waiting for our dinner!
Christine: Erik, you just ruined her little plot
Erik: To bad, thats life.
Victoria: -passed out in bed-
Me: THAT WASN'T ERIK! THAT WAS MOUSY!...ok fine...how's my verisan of Erik? Am I doing well?