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Chap.11

Later that evening Peter had gone home, Raoul had offered him a ride home but peter refused knowing that would let out his secret. So peter had to leave before it got dark which was before supper. They also invited him to supper but he refused again, knowing he was spending too much time away from home and now that his father knew that Jacqui was their daughter he wouldn't want peter hanging around them too often. He said Good night to Jacqui and walked out of the door and headed toward the Opera Populaire. He saw the sun was just beginning to set and knew he had to get home soon or his father would be terribly angry. There were not many people out at this time of the day as there normally should be, which surprised and confused him. Also he noticed that most of the shops were closing or closed which is strange because they usually stay open until way past dark. As he passed someone on the street, the man said to him,

"You shouldn't be out here all by your self young man. I've heard the phantom is lurking about." So that's what this is all about. His father was spotted coming home, normally he is good at hiding himself but most likely the shock of seeing Christine distracted him. "hurry home son…you don't want to have an encounter with the infamous phantom." The man advised and tipped his hat and continued down the street. 'I doubt im going to have an encounter with him monsieur.' He thought of saying to him, 'and even If I do I doubt he'd hurt me.'

Eventually Peter got to the Opera Populaire and not wanting to go find Christine's dressing room, found the opening from the outside that his father had showed him. He pulled the window open and slipped inside and closed it again before heading down all the tunnels that lead to the lair. The tunnels were dark which either meant, his father was not home or he just didn't feel like lighting the tunnels either way peter had to feel his way around the tunnels which was hard for him because he didn't know which way to turn. He became immediately confused when he hit a dead end, and the only exit was from the way he came. He groaned. 'this is going to take forever.' He headed back out of the way he came and tried going in the other direction. He came to another fork, and both were equally dark and he didn't know which way to turn. He knew one of them probably led to a trap that his father had set up for intruders and the other led to the lair but he wouldn't take a risk to find out which one. He sat down on the cold, hard rock and hoped that maybe his father would come looking for him. After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, he started growing tired and was getting impatient from waiting too long. He closed his eyes leaning his head against the rock wall behind him. He was almost in a deep sleep when the sound of an organ disrupted his slumber. He snapped his head up and his eyes opened and he listened for which direction it was coming from. He stood up and leaned his head in each direction to where it was loudest. It sounded like it was loudest at the right, so he started off down the right path and sure enough it was the right one for soon he found himself stepping in cold, murky water. The lake. He felt for the boat and where it was normally parked but could not find it, which means his father was definatly home. He trudged through the lake, it getting deeper and deeper by the second. He stopped when he hit a stone wall and the water was almost up to his waist. He felt around with his foot for the stone that opened the stone wall. He hit it and the stone started moving to the side and the lair was coming into view, the candelabras in the lake lighting the place. He walked through the lake and again stopped at the portcullis. It was usually opened and his father has yet to teach him how to open it. His father was at the organ, looking deep into the music he was playing. Peter didn't want to disturb so he just watched and listened in silence holding onto the portcullis. Suddenly he felt something wrap around his feet and pull him into the water, it was so fast he didn't have time to scream out, he hit the water and it pulled him under, he tried swimming to the top but the thing around his ankle kept pulling him under. He started panicking and felt himself losing air and soon everything went dark.

Erik smirked from the bench of the organ. His new trap was working, he had heard someone enter and didn't feel like disturbing his music and just let the trap get the intruder. After the song ended, his curiosity got the best of him and he pulled the lever that opened the portcullis. He walked through the water, "Well then let's see who our intruder is." He said to himself and reached down and grabbed the person by the shirt and pulled him up. He saw it was a male but couldn't really distinguish his features dragged him over to the shore and places him down onto the shore. His eyes widened when he saw the face of the person. He dropped to his knees and immediately started CPR on his son. After a few times Peter sat up and started coughing up water and after he was just coughing for a few minutes. After he finished coughing he was just sitting there panting heavily and shaking. He felt someone wrap their arms around him and pull them into them. He couldn't realize who it was at first and just sat there, being confused. That is until they spoke, ""I'm so sorry my son…"

"Father?" Peter questioned his voice raspy. "What happened?"

"You got caught in my new trap." Erik replied, still holding his son in his arms. "I didn't know it was you I thought it was an intruder."

"It's okay." Peter started shaking again, feeling cold. Erik felt this and placed a hand to Peter's forehead. It was hot. He stood up, holding the 13 year old in his arms and carried him into his room laying him down on his bed. Erik helped peter into nice, new and warm clothes. Then he put him under the blankets, so it was up to his neck. Although he was in nice warm clothing and under the blankets, peter was still cold and tried to hold the blankets to his body. He closed his eyes, feeling very tired and turned his head to the side and as he was falling asleep he heard his fathers voice softly saying, "Good night my son."

For a few days he had stayed in bed, getting better little by little. His fever reduced a little everyday and sometimes felt so well that he sat up in his bed and asked to stand up and walk around but Erik had refused. Erik brought him his meals in bed on a small tray, which made Peter uncomfortable for he was not normally served on and especially not by his father. But he understood why his father was doing this, he felt terrible for getting peter stuck in the trap and almost drowning. Peter had been feeling more tired and slept during the day, which is very abnormal for him. Peter does not, can not sleep during the day unless when he is sick…such as this time. This also made Erik worry, fevers didn't normally last this long, and peter got better little by little. He was recovering far too slowly for Erik's taste. Erik watched his son sleeping from the door way. He noticed Peter's face was pale, his forehead and hair was wet from cold sweats that he often woke up with, he saw that peter was clutching the blankets to him. Erik sighed, not knowing what to do.

Jacqui was headed toward the opera Populaire with her parents to talk with the managers in their new office, Christine had thought it a good idea to show Jacqui around the Opera House where she would be often now that they owned it. The Opera Populaire was having it's Re-Grand opening next week and her parents needed to talk with the managers to set up for it. There was going to be a masquerade ball to celebrate, Jacqui had never been to a masquerade before and she was very excited. She had heard from her parents that the last masquerade was very exciting, but it was not held at the Opera Populaire but a smaller Opera House only about a half a mile away from the Populaire. Christine had told her that there was a lot of dancing and music, lots of smiling faces and laughing, a few hours into the party was the unmasking, where you got to un mask your self and treat it like a regular dinner party.

Jacqui saw the Opera Populaire come into view out of the carriage and she turned to her parents, "Momma! Poppa! There it is!" she pointed out the window and stared at the grand building in astonishment. Christine laughed at her daughter's enthusiasm of seeing the Opera Populaire. And truly she was excited herself, she had not been there in almost 15 years and she missed being there. Soon the carriage stopped in front of the Opera House and Jacqui hopped out of the carriage and stared at the building smiling profoundly. "Momma! Poppa! Hurry!" she exclaimed, turning to her parents who were coming out of the carriage. Jacqui ran up to the doors of the Opera and were greeted by the guards.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle." One of them greeted her in a kindly.

"Bonjour Monsieur." She replied, curtsying politely as she was taught by her mother. Soon Raoul and Christine appeared behind her.

"Ah! Vicomte, Vicomtess, welcome!" The other one greeted her parents.

"Thank you Dominique." Raoul said and Dominique and the other guard moved aside and let Christine, Raoul and Jacqui pass. Jacqui looked around the main foyer. It was beautiful. Christine had to tug on her sleeves a few times before she snapped out of it and she followed her parents down many hallways until they reached the managers office. Raoul knocked on the door and M. André opened it. "Monsieur le vicomte! Madame De Chagney, please come in, come in." Christine and Raoul walked past André and into the office and André looked at Jacqui and said, "oh Jacquelyn. Your parents won't be long just wait outside for a few moments." He said then went inside and closed the door. Jacqui looked at the door and huphed, 'I hate waiting'. She looks around and finds her self walking down the hallways amazed at the beauty of the Opera House. Suddenly she remembered Peter and how she hasn't seen him in a while, which has been troubling her lately and starting to get her worried. She soon found herself outside of Christine's old dressing room, or where it was. She opened the door and saw the room was empty except for the mirror on the wall. She remembered Peter taking her in through that mirror. She walked over to the mirror and ran her fingers over the gold trimming, trying to find the opening. She found what felt like a crack and dug her fingers into the crack and tried pulling it apart. It opened a crack and she pulled it open enough so that she could fit through it. She stepped into the tunnel and started walking. Water was dripping from the ceiling, making little puddles on the floor, and it was dark but not so much that she couldn't see. She let out a little screech as something ran over her feet; she covered her mouth instantly as she heard it echo through the tunnel and she looked down and saw some rats around her feet. She swallowed and continued walking down the cold, damp tunnel. She came to a bunch of spiraling stairs and took each step by step slowly because she was always scared of traveling down stairs that weren't guarded by rails and were at extent heights. She breathed in relief when she hit the bottom and saw the lake that Peter led her across but didn't see the boat that they used, so she just stepped into the lake. It was freezing to her, but she continued on into the lake and the water came up to her waist at the highest. After a few minutes of trudging through the water she saw the portcullis and the lair behind it. She reached it and saw Erik sitting at his organ.

"Erik?" She called out to him, he spun around on the bench and stood up, coming down to the shore to get a closer look who called his name.

"Oh! Jacquelyn, it's you. How are you?"

"I've been good." She replied.

"What are you doing here?" He asked going over to the lever and pulling it and the portcullis raised slowly.

"Oh, well my parents have a meeting with Moussiers André Firmin…"

"and you decided to pay a visit?" he finished her sentence for her.

She nodded, walking in and walking through the water until she gets to the shore and stands in front of Erik.

"And also…I haven't heard from Peter in a few days and I was wondering if he is alright."

Erik looked down, still feeling a little guilty about the whole little accident. "Yes well he had a little accident in the lake…he's come down with a little illness."

"May I see him?" Jacqui asked, looking up at Erik.

"Of course, but be wary of him dear, we don't need you getting sick also. And he might be sleeping, the last time I saw him he was." Erik explained. "His room is right over there." Erik said pointing to a small room surrounded by a black curtain. Jacqui nodded and thanked Erik and slowly approached the black curtain, she pulled the string that opened the black curtain. She saw Peter sitting up and reading a book, she smiled slightly.

"Hello Peter." Peter was startled by a voice and jumped slightly; he picked up his head and looked at Jacqui. A smile formed his lips when he saw her.

"Hello Jacqui." Jacqui walked over to beside him. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Oh. A whole lot better." He says, telling the truth. Today he was feeling better then ever, and now that Jacqui was here he was feeling even better.

Jacqui smiled again, "that's great! Your father told me that you had an accident in the lake?" she asked cocking an eye-brow and turning her head.

He nodded. "Yes, it was one of my father's new traps. The Portcullis was closed and I didn't know how to open it from the outside, and my father was at the organ and I didn't want to disturb him so I just stood there. Then suddenly something wrapped around my ankle and pulled me under the water, I tried to swim up to the surface but the strength of the trap was too strong and then all I remember is darkness."

Jacqui sticks out her lower lip, "Aww poor Peter." She says and plays with his bangs that are hanging over his fore-head. The tips of her fingers brush his forehead and she frowns feeling how hot he actually is. "Are you sure you're feeling alright? You feel rather hot."

Peter smiled at her apparent concern for him, "Jacqui I have a fever it's normal. And it was worse a few days ago my father says I should be better in a few days."

"Good because you do know of that masquerade here next week?" Jacqui asked with a smile.

"Of course who doesn't? Are you going?"

She nods. "Oh yes, it's my first one with my parents. I am so excited although my mother doesn't seem so happy about it. I mean when she went to other masquerades she seemed so happy but now that it's at the Opera Populaire she seems hesitant about it."

Peter smiled slightly and nodded, although he knew what it was about. Christine was afraid his father would show up, and he is going to he's just going to stay away from everybody. Probably stick near Madame Giry in a corner or hide in the shadows either way he would be there.

"Perhaps she has had a bad experience?" he questions trying not to show that he knows.

"Peter you know she has! You were there when she told us the story of her life at the opera and the phantom…and that underground lair…"Jacqui trails off suddenly and looks at her surroundings then looks at peter. "Peter…is this…"

Peter nods a little, looking at the bed sheets. "And the phantom is…"

"My father." he finishes. "Yes."

Jacqui stares at him silently. It shocked her, her best friend was the son of her mothers and fathers rival. The man that her mother was so terribly afraid of was Peter's father. Peter was the phantom's son.

A/N: I am sooooo sorry I have not updated sooner! I promise I will I am over writers block and will update sooner but I wont if you don't review cuz that makes me sad and not want to update so if you want to see the next chapter soon you betta review!