Phantoms' Lobo: Don't own Phantom of the Opera…but I might be switching things around…along with which Phantom I am using…x.X Berg's 'protector' of sorts is going to be introduced in this chapter.

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"Do not deny your truths, for your truths are your life and for as long as you live, your fear of death will never come true." – Berg Osserfire

The Phantom sat down at his organ, deeply sunken gold-amber eyes staring down at the two sets of ebony and ivory keys. His lean, distorted frame bent forwards and his left gloved hand brushed against the musical instrument. The lack of musical inspiration in the past three days had begun to get him irritated. How could he have a block of that magnitude?

The man suddenly felt two eyes on the back of his head. He turned around, no one was there. The inspiration block had, he admitted, made him a bit jumpy too. For no real reason. He turned back to his organ and looked at the keys…but as he draped his hands over the elegant things he eyed several pieces of what looked to be black fur. Long, greasy strands. Again the feeling of someone watching him caused him to turn around and scan the area. This time, he found two narrowed bronze-colored eyes staring at him, larger then any humans he'd ever seen.

A swirl of air past him and he turned. A huge beast, larger then any creature he had seen in quite a while, stared down at him, a wolfish grin creasing its protruding muzzle. The thing actually looked more wolf-like then anything, except for the exceptions of three claws on each of the four limbs in place of paws and a single wing protruding from the things shoulder. The black muzzle was disturbingly long and grotesquely twisted, baring banana-shaped, seven inch long yellowed fangs. As soon as it had stopped moving, the thing dropped onto its hind quarters. The thick, elegant neck arched and the large head tucked into the chest.

"Fascinating…" Erik murmured. "What is this thing…?" He questioned, stealing a quick brush of the neck fur to make sure the thing was really there.

"Thing? Monsieur…I can tell you now, I am a female." It spoke, voice twisted and deformed in such a way that he flinched visibly. This only prodded a cackling laugh from the wolf-thing. "My shifter told me you might have done that if I had come for a visit. It is very amusing. Do it again." The thing frowned when the Phantom did nothing.

"Fine. I am not one to force anything from another." She grumbled, bringing her head up from her chest. Erik narrowed his sunken eyes at the beast.

"Your shifter?" He questioned, voice nothing more then a hissed whisper. The wolf thing looked confused for a moment then rolled a pair of massive shoulders.

"So…she hasn't told you? Hmmm…I'm surprised that she could stay in her form for this long…"

"What are you talking about?"

Lobowolf glared at the man, bronze eyes narrowed and lips pulled taught over dangerous fangs. "Do not interrupt me, male. I am not one to get annoyed." She spoke sharply, dangerously. Something about the massive beast caused Erik to grow silent and cast golden eyes to the ground. He couldn't be scared of it, could he? The air around the beast demanded respect…and the smell of death that danced around the black fur was pungent. "Well…" She spoke again, slowly this time. "Berg. " She stated.

The large beast paused for a moment, demented bronze eyes flaming up and licking the edges of the sockets they were sunken into. "Do you believe all as it appears to be?" She asked suddenly. Erik blinked and quirked a brow behind his mask, looking up at the thing. How could it change the subject abruptly like that? He did not say anything. "Well? Do you?" She questioned sharply. The Phantom narrowed his sunken eyes at the being before replying in his own purred voice.

"No." Lobowolf growled deeply before standing and circling around him.

"Oh? You don't?" She asked; her voice laced with poison. "Then, I wonder, have you suspected anything about the child you have in your mitts?"

"Why should I? She doesn't seem dangerous." He was beginning to get annoyed.

"Dangerous? Everyone in her own realm knows she isn't dangerous! Not as dangerous as some of the other creatures there. She ceased her killing a few years back. So you have nothing to worry about in that area." Lobowolf was still circling the Phantom, strides becoming longer and hastened. "But what you must worry about is not yourself, or any other thing in this Opera House. You must worry about your Persian friend and you must…make…sure…" She stopped suddenly, eyes casting towards in the direction of the girls 'room'. She suddenly leaned into the Phantom and put her mouth to his ear. "If you still love your dear Chorus Girl, make her swear never to leave the Opera House…"

Erik blinked twice. Christine? Was Christine in danger? And if she was…why would this brute of a wolf tell him to protect her? He was about to go into deeper thoughts, but the wolf once again spoke. "And if she does leave…if she needs to leave…escort her. Or follow her, at the very least. The Anger is coming…quicker than either I or Fohx could predict…and then killing will ensue. The Anger will not kill anyone with the protection of…of…" She paused. "You." She said shortly, suddenly frozen in place. Literally frozen. Erik could feel the icy cold seeping into his body, pulling straight to his bones. The large fae heaved herself off of him and snorted, tapping her claws on the stone floor. "I've warned you…my job is done." She growled. "Expect me back sooner or later…now I must go." The wolf creature then was gone. The only thing that was left was the icy cold feeling and the smell of death. A few seconds elapsed and soon every trace of the thing was gone.

There Erik stood, and there he would stay until the freezing that claimed his arms and legs…and entire body had vanished along with the beast. "Anger…What was that beast speaking of…?" He suddenly paused in thought and blinked, suddenly realizing that he had held a conversation with a wolf. A creature incapable of speaking. And what was worse? He understood it for the most part and he even figured it to be a wolf…monstrous as it was. His thoughts were once again jumbled…poor Erik…thoughts getting jumbled… ;;

"I peek into the hole…

I struggle for control…" Came a disturbed, deep voice that the great Phantom of the Opera barely placed as Berg's.

"I'm molesting your children!" She snapped suddenly, appearing on a rock next to him. His deep amber eyes glanced towards the girl, brow quirked behind his mask. Her watery brown eyes were glimmering with unknown delight and her pupils were dilated sharply. Small circles in the center of the pools. "Do do dooo! Fill my days with Lesbians and ice cream and video games! Okay…maybe not lesbians. Gay's will work…" Erik slightly moved away from the demented girl and dropped into his large chair by the fire place. He could tell the symptoms were from a drug the girl had recently become addicted to…something someone took to be happy. Cocaine, it was called.

"Suicide is painless,

It brings on many changes…

And I can take or leave it…

If I please…"

Erik huffed angrily. Not this song again. The person who originally sang it…someone she seemed to obsess over…Brian Warner…he thought she had called him once. "Will you shut up?" He growled. He received an immediate silent response. She halted her singing and blinked twice. The Phantom blinked twice and turned himself to look directly at her. "So?" He questioned.

Berg tilted her head. "So what?"

He blinked again. "No sarcastic remark?"

"Nope."

"No smart-ass reply?"

"Of course not."

"Not even a Christine comment?"

"Why do you ask so many questions…?" Berg grumbled. Her watered eyes stared into his ambers and he turned away before she could delve deeper, as she had the power of doing. Delving into the souls of others…just by looking into their eyes. She had told him about that…a few days ago, actually.

"I will be leaving for Perros in a day. Christine will be leaving…and I must follow her. I'll need to leave early…No…I won't follow her…hmm…I'll leave early and arrive before she does…prepare…" Erik said with a roll of his tongue.

"Oh! Of course! You are a man and your 'love' is going away and out of your sights! You must follow the brown haired baka about as if she was in heat. Huh…men…All da same." Berg scowled, fluttering around and slipping silently away, dilated pupils shifting darkly. Erik shrugged his shoulders and looked forwards again, replaying the plan of the trip in his mind.

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"Oh! So you aren't riding horseback, monsieur? How foppish." Berg snorted as Erik climbed into the carriage. He glared at her and pulled his fedora over his eyes.

"Oh, do go home, Berg." He snapped before closing the door and signaling the driver to go. With a flick of the reins the two Friesians trotted off smoothly.

"Demmit.." She hissed, turning around and moving hatefully into the shadows, a violent smirk playing across her face.

Okay…that didn't work out…oh welll…. ;;