Chapter 2:
Meg impatiently tapped her foot, waiting for Anna still talking with Nicole.
"Are you ready yet?" She asked, sticking her head into the dorm room. Anna nodded, gliding over to her.
"Yes." Anna's green eyes sparkled with delight as she tossed her head. "Madame Giry told me I might have a chance for a larger role."
Meg smiled, trying to be happy for her sister. It was true that Anna had more talent then her. Besides, since the haunting had started, Meg hadn't felt right.
"Are you alright with that?" Anna took her sisters hand.
Meg nodded, "You deserve the chance to sing."
Anna smiled. "I am glad you understand!" The two continued down the hall of the opera house; now that it was dark the opera house was eerily silent. The gothic style and the glitzy artwork all added to the romance of the giant building. Meg felt as comfortable here as she did at home. Except here, there were areas off limits to ballet girls, corridors blocked off, and doors locked.
"Meg!"
She turned to look at her sister; Anna stood pointing at a door, cracked open, and a glimmer of candlelight shown out from under it. Meg stared at the door, feeling the draw that she could not resist.
"Anna, what…." Meg's voice trailed off, for she was moving towards the door. Captivate, thought every part of her screamed not to. She pushed the door, and it slid open easily. The room, though not as glamorous as the parlors and stage and lobby, was simply decorated. It enchanted her all the more. There was a small stain glassed window, bare stone walls, and a standing candle holder. Also on the wall there was a red velvet drape. The candles were lit, casting shadows on the floor. There was also a fainting bench, with a mirror behind it. Meg took it all in. "Amazing." She breathed.
"Meg, I don't think we should be here." Anna looked at her sister. Meg's face, normally so bright and cheerful had gone pail, and her eyes were the size of saucers. And, much to Anna's horror, she seemed as if Meg was in a dream. Granted, she too felt a chill go down her back, and felt a fear creep into the pit of her stomach. There was something mystical and haunting about this room.
"Meg?" Anna reached out to touch her sister's arm, Meg glanced at her with out seeing her. "I think we need to go."
"What do you think is behind the curtain." Meg asked, fear and excitement flickered in her eyes.
"No, Meg." Anna gently touched her sister's cold cheek. "Madame Giry will tell papa."
Meg looked confused. "But I am not going to tell her, and neither are you. Besides, what is it going to hurt?"
Anna closed her eyes, trying to think, "I don't know." But when she opened her eyes, Anna was already at the drape, her hand pulling it back. Slowly, she stepped over the threshold. Anna had no choice but to follow her. It was dark, but candles lit the way. The sisters could see tunnels and passages.
"Meg…" Anna tried to stop her, but Meg continued to walk. Soon, Meg was much farther ahead then Anna, and she turned a corner, disappearing. Anna strained her eyes, trying to see Meg, when she felt a cold hand on her arm. She screamed, her heart stopping. As She turned to try to see her capture.
Meg turned, hearing her sister's scream, "Anna?" She called, but there was no answer. "ANNA!" still, no reply. Meg was about to turn back, when a second passage caught her attention. There were voices, and more curious, music. She slipped into the dark hall; there was no light, except the one coming out from behind a second curtain. She felt drawn to the music, feeling it wash over her, every pore in her body seemed to soak it in. She felt as if she were in a dream, drifting in and out of real logic.
She finally got to the curtain, and started to lift the edge, when she heard a man say:
"There's some one here."
She dropped the velvet drape, fear gripped her heart, as she ducked behind a standing statue of a woman.
She silently watched as the music stopped, and two darkly clad men came out, but in the gloom, all Meg saw was tall figures. When the more slender of the two glanced at her direction, Meg felt as if he was seeing her, then she fainted.
Ok, this is a note from me, the author: This is my first attempt at a phantom story. Also, my first real attempt at anything even slightly dark, so you shall just have a bear with me, as I try to figure it all out. I do appreciate reviews with how I can improve or make it better or what ever. I hope you are enjoy it!