Destined To Meet Or Fated Crossings? Chapter 3 First Meetings
Raoul had gotten a telegram from the managers, saying that they needed to have a meeting about last night's incident. Though Raoul wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it, because he had gotten sick dealing with. And what happened afterwards wasn't any of their business, now was it? But alas he would show up, of course; he got dressed and headed back to the Opera House. He walked down to the managers' office, and knocked politely on the door, a voice called out;
"Who is it?"
Raoul sighed did they forget?
"It's Raoul Vicomte de Chagny, did you forget about our meeting, gentlemen?"
The door was opened, and he was suddenly walking inside feeling one of them was guiding him in. He watched as the one who was guiding him sat down, and Raoul took a seat across from him. An awkward silenced passed through the three men, it seemed no one knew where to start. Though one question was all in their minds, what could they do? It seemed all of the bad luck had fallen on their star! What could they do? An: Avoid puns.
"What can we do? All of the bad luck seems to-come to Carlotta! Maybe we should…no."
Said one sounded frustrated digging his hands into his graying hair.
"What can we do?"
Said the other, suddenly Raoul's neck hairs stood, and he felt something being pressed against his neck and it was right against his Adam's apple he realized it was a cane and the person was pushing slightly hard on it so Raoul made a strangled noise, a hand was on his shoulder…it felt the same as those hands! He saw the managers looking horrified, looking up at Raoul's captor.
"I have an idea."
Said a deep, cold voice behind him and it scent multiple chills down Raoul's spine, he held in a moan feeling the person's arm snacking across his shoulder oh, it was strong…and it felt like the arms from last night. But that couldn't be possible…it just couldn't. He saw the cane's case slip away revealing a very sharp sword, though the sharp part was facing away form him. Raoul felt fear boil in his stomach, and tried to get away, but the hand was holding him firmly by the shoulder holding him to the spot the sword pressing harder, Raoul let out another noise that was strangled; he felt hot breath against his ear.
"I suggest Vicomte that you stay still."
Said the voice low enough for only Raoul to hear; it scent more chills down his spine and his heart was pounding fast. He decided it was best to obey the man's orders, and forced himself to relax, though he still looked uncomfortable, and he felt the sword slack slightly.
"You-you're"
Stuttered one of the managers, looking shocked and surprised by the man behind him.
"Yes, now I suggest you hear me out…not only hear me out but follow my orders. Unless of course you want the Vicomte to loose his life…and at such a young age."
The man said turning the sharp end towards Raoul, and Raoul let out a gasp, but stayed still and he closed his eyes tight. The managers nodded.
"Get rid of Carlotta, fire her. Her voice is so unpleasant. Get one of the Chorus girls who would be a section leader to do it. Surely one of them would be better, and kinder to the other cast members."
They looked at each other and the man brought the sword closer to Raoul. Raoul held his breath feeling the cold metal against his skin. The managers looked at each other almost considering a moment weather or not Raoul's life was worth getting rid of the Prima Donna. They both agreed that they did not want t be responsible for the Vicomte's death. The looked back to his captor and simply nodded, the sword dropped, but the hand still remained on his shoulder, Raoul sighed in relief. He was a bit angry that they even stopped for a moment to consider it.
"We shall go fire her now!"
They said and stood and left them in the room alone. Raoul stood facing his captor. His heart stopped. This man…was extremely handsome; he was tall, strong…and dark by dark he means he wore dark clothing, and just had a dark aurora around him. The only things not dark about the man was porcelain half mask covering one side of his face, and piercing blue eyes that dug into the depths of Raoul's soul. They started at each other a moment or too.
He remembered the rumors around the Opera House. Rumors about the Opera Ghost, and what he looked like and this man had the exact describing of what the Ghost looked like. But how could he be a Ghost…he felt solid!
"Who are you? What do you want from me? Why did you do that?"
Raoul asked the man, finding his voice, breaking the silence. The man smirked and gave him a bow.
"Forgive me Monsieur, but you were a convenient threat. I am the Phantom of the Opera…haven't you heard of me?"
Said the man, smirking at him, Raoul frowned at the fact he had been threatened because he was convenient. He crossed his arms a pout forming looking up at the man that called himself a Phantom. Though he immediately realized what he was doing and changed his expression back to angry.
"Yes, but I find it hard to believe you are a Ghost, for you felt pretty solid to me."
The man's eyebrow rose, still smirking.
"You catch on fast, Vicomte de Chagny. I suggest you keep that little fact to yourself."
The man said a dangerous look crossing on his face, making Raoul get more shivers running down his spine; only in a bad way. Raoul nodded in confirmation he wasn't sure why the man wanted that kept secret, but he would not question him. The Phantom took that as a yes and turned to leave.
"Wait."
Raoul said with out thinking, the Phantom turned his gaze locking on Raoul for answer. It was hard to think with those eyes locking on him like he was a piece of meat. Raoul swallowed hard.
"Do you have a real name? It can't honestly be Phantom."
Said Raoul finding his voice, the Phantom said nothing, just clearly considered it. As if he was assessing if he should trust Raoul with such sensitive information. Raoul almost wished he hadn't asked watching as the Phantom turned his eyes away from him. Raoul began to fidget with his hands nervously as the silence passed over them. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts of 'why did he ask' that he almost didn't catch the soft spoken answer the Phantom gave.
"Erik."
The Phantom said looking at Raoul again.
"Erik…"
Raoul repeated a small smile on his face.
"That's a nice name."
He said looking around a moment and when he looked back Erik was gone. Well even if he wasn't a real Phantom he certainly seemed like it, always appearing seemingly out of no where and disappearing back into no where. He thought about this a moment; feeling a hand on his shoulder and he jumped, but when he looked at the person that was behind him he saw it was Madame Giry. He smiled at her…though he wondered where she had come from. Was she a Phantom too…or did Raoul just not see her come in? Most likely the second sense he was too busy wondering about the mysterious man that was named Erik.
An: He, he like I said I'm using Madame's mysterious appearances to my advantage!
Erik had slipped in before the meeting had started, he hadn't known who it was with, but he planned to use them as a threat. He smirked when he heard a knock on the door of the mangers' office (he's in a shadowed corner). Here they are…who ever it is; Erik thought to himself. He raised an eyebrow when the managers asked who it was...had they forgotten? His eyebrow raised more when he heard the Vicomte's voice on the other side of the door, wondering the exact thing Erik had wondered when the managers asked who was there.
Soon one of them was up, opening the door and closing it behind Raoul, guiding him into the room. The manager took a seat as did Raoul. An awkward silence passed through them, as if wondering where to start, and Erik took this moment to argue with himself on weather or not he wanted to threaten Raoul. Every time they had came in contact with each other nothing good had come from it. Ok so nothing horrible had happened…but still he never liked the thoughts that came to his mind when ever he touched Raoul…when ever he was near him.
But he didn't know if any of the other meetings they would have involved someone as valuable to them as Raoul, and Erik didn't want to risk it. He gave Raoul's back look that was almost apologetic. Finally someone spoke, and they said just what Erik was hoping for;
"What can we do? All of the bad luck seems to-come to Carlotta! Maybe we should…no."
Said one sounded frustrated digging his hands into his graying hair.
"What can we do?"
Said the other, and as soon a she did Erik walked behind Raoul and pushed his cane against Raoul's Adam's apple with slight pressure hearing a strangled noise emerge from his throat, while Erik's free hand held Raoul's shoulder firmly, holding him to the spot as he smirked at the managers who were looking at him in fear.
"I have an idea."
He said in a deep, cold voice and snacked the arm that had been holding Raoul to the spot across his shoulder. Erick pulled the cane like case away revealing a very sharp sword, though the sharp part was facing away form Raoul; who tried to get away, but Erik's hand holding him firmly by the shoulder again, and he pressed the sword harder, Raoul let out another noise that sounded strangled; Erik leaned down in Raoul's ear.
"I suggest Vicomte that you stay still."
He said in a voice low enough for only Raoul to hear, it. And Erik felt him relax and he let the sword slack slightly.
"You-you're"
Stuttered one of the managers, looking shocked surprised by the Erik, who was smirking rather evilly.
"Yes, now I suggest you hear me out…not only hear me out but follow my orders. Unless of course you want the Vicomte to loose his life…and at such a young age."
He said turning the sharp end towards Raoul, and he heard Raoul let out a gasp, but he stayed still, closing his eyes tight. The managers nodded.
"Get rid of Carlotta, fire her. Her voice is so unpleasant. Get one of the Chorus girls who is a leader to do it. Surely one of them would be better, and kinder to the other cast members."
They looked at each other and he brought the sword closer to him. The managers looked at each other almost considering moment weather or not Raoul's life was worth getting rid of the Prima Donna. They both agreed that they did not want t be responsible for the Vicomte's death. The looked back to him and simply nodded, the sword dropped, but the hand still remained on Raoul's shoulder, Raoul sighed in relief. Erik had almost thought they would have let Raoul die. Stupid idiots, he thought to himself.
"We shall go fire her now!"
They said and stood and left them in the room alone. Raoul stood facing him. They started at each other a moment or too. A moment of silence passed through them as they stood…it seemed time had stopped, and his own pricing blue eyes held Raoul's in their intense gaze.
"Who are you? What do you want from me? Why did you do that?"
Raoul asked him, breaking the silence between them. Erik smirked and gave him a bow.
"Forgive me Monsieur, but you were a convenient threat. I am the Phantom of the Opera…haven't you heard of me?"
Erik said smirking at him, he saw Raoul frown and cross his arms. Is that a pout I see? Cute, Erik thought mentally kicking himself smirking when Raoul seemed to realize that he was pouting.
"Yes, but I find it hard to believe you are a Ghost, for you felt pretty solid to me."
Erik asked raising his eye brow in amusement, what a Cleaver boy, he thought.
"You catch on fast, Vicomte de Chagny. I suggest you keep that little fact to yourself."
Erik said sending him a glare, Raoul nodded in confirmation. Erik had taken that as a yes, good boy he thought; and turned to leave.
"Wait."
Raoul and Erik turned to him his gaze locking on Raoul saying that he was listening. He heard Raoul gulp wondering just what the Vicomte had to say to him.
"Do you have a real name? It can't honestly be Phantom."
Erik was surprised; he hadn't expected that question for a minute and was silent, just considering it. Wondering if he could trust Raoul with his name, he turned his eyes away, because it was had to think about anything clearly while Raoul was starring at him. He decided that it couldn't hurt, who would Raoul tell? Madame Giry already knew his name and if he did tell anyone else they surely wouldn't believe the Opera Ghost had a name. He decided it wouldn't hurt either of them for Roaul to know his name, so he gave it to him.
"Erik."
He said, looking at Raoul again.
"Erik…"
Raoul repeated a small smile on his face. God, the way Raoul said his name…it was nice.
"That's a nice name."
Erik couldn't help but let a small smile as he walked out of the room when Roaul wasn't looking and disappeared from his sight. Thank you, Erik thought wondering why he even felt a little happy at the fact Raoul liked his name. He wasn't, no he wasn't happy. He was just…tired. Yeah, that was it! Erik thought going down into his lair, and playing his Organ, a lovely tune. But that had nothing to do with Raoul or his smile…or the way he said Erik's name…or any thing like that! Right…Right?
Fin
I know…Erik's part was only modified a little, but I didn't know how else to write it. I suck. And question dose any one besides Erik believe him with the whole the lovely song has nothing to do with Raoul? Snicker.