Author's Note: Sorry for being so long to update, but I write this down on paper first, and I left my notebook at someone's house, so it had to stay there all week.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for my small additions at the end of the auction scene. (Read on, I'm not going to tell and ruin it; p.s.-it's in the next chapter) And, no matter how hard I try the rulers of book and movie world (aka industry) won't give me creative license for Erik (sniff). Perhaps it's because he isn't my idea… But I would have thought of him first if I had been born sooner, really! Of course, then the book would be horrible, and not in French, and there wouldn't have been a play or a movie, and of the phangirls (including me) would be nonexistent, and I would be the author of POTO, and therefore this would not be a fanfiction so what I am writing wouldn't exist anyway… (yay for twisted logic and run-on sentences!)
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Chapter 3: More Old Memories
Erik shook his head, and turned back to the proceedings. The auctioneer continued.
"Lot 666 then, a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera— a mystery never fully explained…" Erik was now riveted… They were discussing him, and the legacy of mystery he had left. A small smile lit his face. He had become infamous, a legend, a true Phantom. No, not quite. In a little while, after he reached eternal rest, then, then he would be phantomized; a mere memory, a myth surrounding the destruction of this Opera house. "…We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures into the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it, and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when we assemble it. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination. Gentlemen—" The auctioneer stopped with an expectant pause.
As the chandelier was raised Erik's heart filled with rage. Scare him away would they? Didn't they know who he was? If he had been any younger… Well, he was not young, in fact far from it. Besides, being far too emotional and letting his blind rage control him had always been his problem. No, he would let them all live, but he would give them a lasting memory that the Opera Ghost was still here!
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Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapters. I just stop where a natural break seems to come for me, so I can't guarantee anything for the future.