Here is chapter seven! Raoul is starting to show his true colors but what is he really up to? I hope you enjoy this chapter, I might have the next one up tonight or tomorrow, I'm not sure.

Disclaimer: See previous chapter!

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"Update tonight," Eric demands

No, I'm the one who decides when the next chapter goes up!

"I want to see how I react to my daughter!" Eric exclaims

Who said it was your daughter?

"That's what the story is called, 'The Phantom's Daughter'" Eric states

Point taken.

Oops...sorry, back to the story!

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Chapter 7: Curious

"And it was in this very spot where the scene fell on the famous Prima Dona, Carlotta," Raoul stated while pausing on the large stage and pointing at his feet. "Or so I've heard. I left abrutely before this incident had taken place."

"That was before Christine made her debut right?" Cat asked as she turned from him and looked out at all the empty seats.

"Indeed, that happened the very next night. An amazing site she was, her voice so heavenly like an angel. Ah those were the days," Raoul said sighing heavily. "Alas, Christine Daae shall never sing again."

"Does she refuse to?" Cat asked curiously, turning around to face him again.

"In some ways yes. Her voice is a constant reminder of the monster that haunts this building's past," Raoul said.

"Maybe it's just you he haunts. Perhaps he only wishes for her voice again," Cat said looking down at her feet.

"He is a ghost! Nothing more then a monster of the past. The Phantom of the Opera is dead and the Opera Populaire is under new mangement," Raoul stated angerily.

Cat walked around the stage, imagining she was in front of thousands of people just as Christine had been. As her body began to sway to the music in her head, she began to hum a tune, god only knows from where, but it was Raoul who made her stop.

"Where have you heard that song before?" Raoul asked in a suprised tone.

"I don't know. I suppose I made it up as a child but I have no words to go along with it," Cat replied.

"Interesting," Raoul mumbled to himself. "Is your voice trained?"

"I've only taught myself, but I'm still no Prima Dona," Cat said. "As I have stated earlier, I can hold a pitch well but cannot match a voice like Christine Daae."

"I think we can deal with that. So, Cat, how would you like to play the second leading role in our second opera preformance?" Raoul asked. "I do not want you to be pressured but if you are certain, I'll make sure Delilah and yourself share a solo to test you're talent."

"Oh could I? That would be so wonderful-wait, my mother and I are only visiting, this is not a permanent home for us," Cat said.

"Well then I will have a chat with your mother and see if she is willing to have you stay with us here in Paris," Raoul suggested. "You'll find that I can be very...persuasive."

Cat rolled her eyes. "Thanks," she said giving him a reassuring smile.

"You're welcome, but now if you'll excuse me, I must take my leave. If you wait here, I am quite sure Meg will not be long," Raoul said, bowing and then leaving Cat alone on the stage.

Cat could hardly believe her ears. Singing in the Opera Populaire. Today was by far the best day of her young life.

Something interruppeted her thoughts however, as she began to hear sweet music coming from inside, behind the stage.

It was powerful, so powerful that Cat found herself being drawn to the Prima Dona room without even any recognition. Her hand shakily opened the door only to find that the music had stopped and her reflection was there staring back at her.

Waliking into the room, Cat found an old painting of Carlotta and Christine on each side of the door. She turned to look back at the mirror. The music began to start up once again but since Cat could not find where it was coming from, she decided to leave.

There was a crashing sound that thundered behind the mirror that made Cat nearly jump out of her skin. As she moved closer to the fightening mirror, she saw a small opening to what looked like a hidden passage way.

There were ungodly yells coming from behing the mirror and as Cat slipped her fingers through the small opening, the music begun again.

Cat found that she could push aside the mirror to find a somewhat maze of corridors leading to the cellars of the Opera House.

Pending on her actions, Cat entered the passage and was once again being drawn by the music through the dark labyrinth.

She came across a series of stairs leading downward. Unsure, she took each step slowly down, and yet, the music gave her more courage to take each step with it's clever rhythm.

But suddenly, the floor beneath Cat fell and she tried to grab a side but with no luck. Cat fell into a large pond of deep water and by the time she had reached the top of the water, she noted a large gate coming down in amazing speed, in order to cause her to drown. Panicking, she desperately tried the reach the side of the pond but fail as the last of her minutes came closing down.

"HELP!" she cried out. "Help me! Anybody!"

Taking a gulp of air while the gate now pushed her under the water, Cat wondered how it came to this moment.

Her heartbeat was slowing down from lack of oxygen, she felt as if she were about to burst.

The gate suddenly began to float back up to the top as another person jumped into the water, grabbing Cat's small body.

Cat was dizzy and was close to blacking out but when her head was in the air, she coughed up the water in her lungs, making a clear passage for more air. Her savior, in the meantime was pulling her up onto a safe ground.

"Thank...you," Cat croaked as she gasped for air and passing out.

"Is it really you Christine?" her savior said before picking her up and taking her to his lair.

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"Yes do review before she throws another object at me!" Eric crys out as he runs from me throwing a vase at him.

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