I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY! I know it's been a while sense I last updated. I REALLY don't want to lose the few fans I have. Lauren and I have been blocked, but like I said wheels are SLOWLY turning. Here is chapter five and I hope you like it! I know this is a short chapter but I hope you like it! I'm working on two fics and I'm SLOWLY getting ideas for both. This one is slightly easier to write then my Harry Potter fic, but I think that's because I like it alittle more.

Here you go,

Love Karen(Maybe I'll change my name to Nyneve. What do you think?)

A Phantoms Story?

Dawn made her way to the stage in search of Mme. Giry. If anyone knew about the phantom it would be her. Sure enough there was Mme. Giry pushing her little Meg into practicing the ballet for the newest opera written by the Phantom called "Pandora".

"You must kick higher, Meg! Kick, kick, kick, and spine, and gracefully fall!" Meg did what her mother had instructed and fell to the floor in a graceful manner.

"Very good, Meg. That is enough for today. Go wash up." The blonde girl nodded in reply taking deep, rapid breaths. She exited from the opposite side of the stage. Mme. Giry turned around to face Dawn who had stayed quiet by the left wing of the stage.

"Yes, my dear?"

"I was hoping I could have a word with you in private."

"Very well. What is it you wish to discuss?"

"Well, erm, I've been getting letters by an 'O.G.' I was thinking that since you'd been around awhile, that you might know who he is – really is, not the Phantom or Opera Ghost - and why he's contacting me."

"Well, my dear, this is very unlike him. After Christine left… I thought he'd never want to look upon, or have correspondence with, another young woman. It seems he is over that and moving on with his life. Through you. Come with me, Dawn. I shall tell you all I know of our Phantom."

And she did. An hour later, Dawn left the room with a heart wrenching tale, and a dire warning.

"Try to stay on his good side, Dawn. If you don't… well, it may very well be the last thing you do. Be careful, be watchful, and do try to please him. Go now."

Dawn would take the woman's words to heart. No more rude letters for her… what a shame. That was her way of venting. Stupid homicidal lunatics just having to contact her!

Dawn was walking back to her room thinking about the O.G. and mumbling to herself when she was pushed behind a door and held tightly against the wall.

"So you wanted to know more about the O.G.?" came a menacing voice. Dawn tried to step forward and remove the hand that was covering her mouth when she was slamed against the wall and fell unconscious.