TimeLine

Chapter 3:

Soft excited talking woke Lorelei up in what she could only assume was the manager's office. The only reason she made this assumption was the simple fact that Andre and Firmin were standing over her looking quite perplexed and slightly aggravated.

"She is awake." Andre concluded looking inquisitive at the now conscious young woman. "What is your name Mlle?"

Lorelei softly bit her bottom lip. If her guess about her father being here before was right, she might be provided with a place to stay, at least until she could find a way to get back home, or someone came looking for her. This plan would only work if her father had used his real name, "Lorelei Fearmin, daughter of Dean Fearmin?" she almost asked. She knew from her study of history that her very livelihood depended on her father's name.

"I knew it, I knew it!" Firmin clapped his hands in delight, "You can't hide family resemblance, no sir, you can't." Lorelei found herself rather anxious by the sudden change of events, she had never stopped to think about the name resemblance to his once she learned it was spelled differently. "I told your father this, I did, I told him that I knew we were related, down the line maybe, but definitely blood! I could see the family resemblance we shared just as I can…"

Firmin stopped abruptly when Andre coughed and interrupted with "How long will you be staying with us Mlle Fearmin? After all it is an honor to have the daughter of Monsieur Dean Fearmin in our Opera House."

For some reason Lorelei felt a clam wash over her. She knew she was now in a situation she could handle, and handle it well she intended to do. "I will be staying until my father sees fit to come for me, if that is all right with you Monsieurs?" With a well-placed timid look she had them eating out of her hand. She knew she must stay in charge, but for a woman in this day and age being in charge often meant letting a man believe he was.

"Ah yes, that will be splendid!" Firmin chimmed in.

"I will call for Meg Giry to show you to your room, and bring you some more appropriate attire." Andre looked her up and down. What a site she made. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a baggy T-shirt with tennis shoes on, she realized she had to look strangely out of place.

"That will be fine, I fear I was ushered here in quite a hurry, only time to pack a few personal belongings," she gestured to her bag, "and to change into my traveling gear." She explained, not wanting questions to arise.

"Well then, Meg will be along shortly to take you to your room. Then someone will be by shortly will diner…"

"No Monsieur Andre, we can't send our lovely young guest to dine alone, after all she may be family! You will dine with us, someone will be there to escort you in a few hours."

"Thank you Monsieur Firmin, Monsieur Andre. If you don't mind I would like to rest for a while."

"Of course."

'This is getting weirder and weirder.' Lorelei thought to herself as she followed Meg down the hallways into a more secluded part of the Opera House.

"This is to be your room, Mlle Fearmin."

"Please call me Lorelei."

"We hope you do not take your boarding in this part of the Opera House to be a slight, but this was the room your father lived in. We thought if would be more comfortable to you." Meg rambled, 'Never mind no one will stay in this room after the mess with Christine and the Opera Ghost.' The ballerina thought.

"Thank you."

"No trouble," her consious was bothering her. This girl was young and friendly, so full of life, she needed to know where she was staying. "You may want to know that this was once Christine's room…"

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Tonight Erik could find no solace in music or even books. So he journeyed back in time to his old hobby, haunting. He was lurking around the walls of the Opera House when he heard voices from Dean's room. 'When did is stop to be Christine's room?' Shaking his head he moved in closer. He could see the back of Little Giry's head but not this other person.

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"So keep my hand at the leval of my eyes?" She raised a joking eyebrow.

"You shouldn't make jokes about this Fearmin!" with that Meg stormed out. Lorelei supposed she should feel bad, after all Meg was only trying to be nice. But she couldn't resist.

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'Fearmin?' Erik's mind seemed to scream. What else could he do, he moved toward the mirror and was transfixed? In the room stood a shapely young woman with long chestnut hair and hazel eyes. The little dance in her eyes that Erik found so attractive seemed familiar, as did the way she moved. I mannerisms she almost seemed to resemble Dean… his daughter!

Erik gulped, 'Clam down, she doesn't know about, even if she did she would never care about you, you're a monster, she deserves more.' That didn't stop his heart from racing as she moved toward the mirror, leaning her forehead against the glass.

"I know your there..." Her voice was so clam, simply stating a fact, but still it caused him to jump, "somewhere I hope." She sighed and ran her hand around the edge of the frame. She found the lever with questionable ease and pulled it back.

Sweat started to form on Erik's brow, she would find him and scream. But she only slipped an envelope to the back of the glass and shut the hidden door. "I pray that finds you, I'm sure my father has important things to ramble about." Slowly she moved her hand up to rest on the glass, "I want to meet you, Erik."

This time his heart skipped a beat, never had such an elegant creature spoke his given name. He felt the need to stay with her, to protect her from everything in this time he know wasn't her own. Not even regarding the letter with a curious glance he settled his hand against her own. She sighed again, contented. Her eyes half closed her face a little flush, he wondered if she felt him there.

"Agh!" a very un-lady like sound came from her as she broke the moment, Erik found this only made her more intriguing. 'Not again!' his mind seemed to scream as he felt his heart start to fall for her.

"Now I have Music of the Night stuck in my head!"

He knew he was mistaken, why would she have said that?

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!

Touch me, trust me,

Savor each sensation!

Let the dream begin,

Let your darker side give in

To the power of the music that I write –

The power of the music of the night..."

Her voice was amazing, nothing like Christine's, but amazing non the less. "I shall grant your request intriguing creature, Mlle Fearmin." He uttered softly as he turned on his heal and left her. The wheels in his head started to spin as he wondered how to reveal himself to her.

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