Disclaimer: I don't own PotO. I own Isabella and Adrien (you'll meet him eventually), and the storyline.
Chapter II – The Cemetery
So it was that Isabella found herself following the Vicomte's carriage through several narrow, twisting avenues to an old Parisian cemetery outside the Sacré-Cœur chapel. As the Vicomte and his aides carefully approached the center of the burial grounds, Isabella glanced around at the markers. Several were ornate, with decorative swirls as edging, while others were barely raised above the leaf-strewn ground. She peeked around to see where the small procession was headed and saw two enormous mausoleums side by side. She couldn't believe that one of these was Christine's tomb. It seemed fit for royalty, not an opera singer, however popular she was.
Isabella ducked behind one of the ornately decorated gravestones, the better to see and not be seen. Peering around the cold marble, she watched as the Vicomte was assisted in standing from his wheelchair. He staggered forward and placed the monkey-topped music box on the steps to one mausoleum. Looking up, Isabella realized that this was Christine's resting place. She glanced at the other, rather larger one to the left and saw that it belonged to a man called Gustave Daae. Must be her father.
There was a sudden rustle of leaves, but… Isabella looked around. There was no wind, not even a slight breeze. She glanced at the Vicomte, who was looking around as well. Someone was here; someone who also did not want to be seen. Isabella saw the black hem of a cloak flick around one of the gravestones near her hiding place and decided to find out who it was and why they were sneaking around.
She gave the Vicomte a last look; he was surveying the gravestones closer to Christine's mausoleum. Isabella moved quietly through the cemetery (silence was impossible with leaves fluttering everywhere), and caught a glimpse of a man turning the corner to an alley. She raced after him and skidded to a halt as she reached the alley. It was an old man, older than the Vicomte, (yet he, unlike the Vicomte, still retained his one-sided good looks) and he was striding toward a small nook in the wall. Isabella walked up behind him and he jumped as she asked, "Who are you?"