Chapter 3 Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom of the Opera.
Poppy grinned and followed him. She could follow as long as he made some noise. She walked behind him for a while, until he stopped and she ran right into him.
"Go away. You are annoying me."
Poppy shook her head. "Can't. I'll get lost. And if I get lost I could died down here, and there're be a nice rotting corpse down here."
"There're will be a corpse right here if you do not go." He snapped at her.
"Ohh! Big talk. You would not harm little ol' me!" she grinned up at him.
She called his bluff. She was right. He will never harm a woman or child. And she seemed to be both. And blind. He could not get over that. He had never been in the presence of a blind one before. Even so, every one in the Opera House knew of the Opera Ghost. Is she so ignorant that she knows not who he is? Erik sighed. " Alright. Come. Follow me, but be quiet."
She smiled up at him, "Yes Sir," she saluted him.
He rolled his eyes, and walked onward again. As she followed him she hummed cheerfully." Stop that infertile racket!" He snarled back over his shoulder.
"Critic."
Erik opened his mouth to say ether she be quiet and shut up or he'll leave her, when they came to Christine's mirror. He turned to her and pushed her against the wall." Now, stay here and be quiet." He turned back to the mirror.
Poppy leaned against the wall wondering what the hell the man was doing, when she heard singing.
"Sing
once again with me our strange duet...
my power over you grows
stronger yet..."
His voice hit her like a ton of bricks. The familiarity of the voice sent shivers up her spine. A voice she listened to every day.
Gerard Butler!
Gasp! I spelled his name right this time! Woot! Woot! Go me!
