I am going to start updating every Saturday from now on.
This is when the story starts following the book, play, and movie but there will be alot of twists.
I hope you all enjoy
-Misha
Eric sat in a carriage pulling off his hood and looked around, the cool French air felt refreshing on his face.
"We have arrived monsieur the driver announced." Eric got out of the carriage and paid the driver. Eric looked down the street he could see his mothers home in the distance. Keeping his head down he walked up the steps of the old church.
He glanced at the old familiar stained glass windows. "May I help you monsieur?" A kind woman's voice came. Eric looked up, a young beautiful woman looked at him searching for a person underneath the hood.
"Christine?" He beamed overjoyed. "Do I know you monsieur?" She questioned. Eric pulled off his hood, Christine's jaw dropped "you're alive!" she exclaimed.
Eric shrugged, "yeah I guess so."
"Where have you been?"
His thoughts went to Rajja back in the middle east, "around" he replied bluntly.
She smiled kindly, "they did your opera house design. It was just finished last week."
Eric gasped "And I'm one of the dancers at the ballet." she gleamed.
"That's wonderful Christine."
Christine smiled and twirled her hair.
"Is your uncle around?"
Christine looked down sadly, "he passed away."
"Christine I'm sorry."
"No need, I'm doing fine. I'm happy."
Eric cracked a gentle smile, "I have to go, I will see you around."
Eric took a breath of the fresh air. He walked down the cobblestone streets, Eric moved towards the opera house location he looked up at the building. It was beautiful, the contractors did every detail he asked for.
Eric glanced behind his shoulder making sure no one was looking as he jogged behind the opera house. Eric glanced down at the ground finding a gutter he knelt down and unscrewed it. Eric crawled into the sewer.
Lighting a candle Eric looked at the foundations of the opera house it was perfect.
He spent the day exploring every nook and cranny of the building he started working on his house location.
Eric chose a slab in the far corner he could easily access the main room and set himself at box five to watch the practices and performances.
He sat down and pulled out a paper and pen. This was his theador and he had certain instructions for the managers.
Greetings Opera Managers,
I am delighted to resign here. I have certain instructions for you. First of all, I demand that you leave box five empty for me. Also I am requesting a salary of 20,000 francs on the first of each month, you may send it by return of post. If my demands are not met you will pay.
Your Obedient servant,
Opera Ghost
"As long as the managers respect my designs I do not have to take drastic measures." Eric thought to himself.
Eric climbed up the stairs and peeked through the vent into box five, making sure the coast was clear eric climbed through the boxkeeper should be in soon to clean up for that nights show.
Crawling through the vent Eric looked about the room it was beautiful the elegant floor plan and staging complemented the gothic sculptures beautifully, it was so much more beautiful than he could imagine.
Eric reached into his suit pocket pulling out the letter and placed it on the box seat.
the box door opened Erik's head shot up. "Who are you? May I help you?" A woman questioned. Eric cursed to himself for being so careless. "I'm Madam Giry" she said kindly outstretching her hand.
Her face was questioning at the fact that he did not introduce himself.
A ruckus sounded outside the box door madam Giry turned her head to see what was going on Eric took that moment to disappear silently.
Eric ran down the stairs to move to another secret viewing point in the managers office and waited to see if the box keeper would deliver the letter.
Persia
"How are you doing Rajja?" Nadir asked as he walked through the door.
"I'm doing fine, I miss Eric though."
Nadir nodded sympathetically "He should have arrived a few days ago, it's better for him to be there."
"Sir?" Rajja questioned her voice was worried, "Did the Shah ever give us permission to have children?"
Nadirs head whipped up, every couple who were married had to have permission by the shah to have children. As far as Nadir knew Eric never even consulted the shah about the matter.
"Are you pregnant?"
Rajja nodded. Nadir wrung his hands "It's going to be ok, I promised Eric I would take care of you I will do just that."
Opera house
Eric perched himself in the secret room, he had a perfect viewpoint of the managers office.
A older gentleman sat at the desk filling out papers and humming to himself.
A knock came to the office.
"Come in," the manager mumbled.
"Sir, I have a letter for you." Madam Giry announced walking in boldly.
The manager took the letter from her and began reading it to himself.
"Who is this from madam?" the manager asked flustered.
"Just as it says, The Opera Ghost."
Eric was pleased with Madame Giry.
"Well this is rubbish madam." Manager snapped while crumpling up the letter
Eric sighed flustered. "You have disobeyed my direct orders a disaster shall occur." Eric hissed throwing his voice to different locations throughout the room.
The two people gasped looking for the source of the voice.
"What kind of foul play is this madam!?" the man shouted.
"The Opera Ghost is not to be messed with sir." Madam Giry smiled with a slight bow.
Eric slipped down the tunnel towards box five. The orchestra was just starting their first song when he got to the box, of course it was taken. Eric grumbled to himself as he made his way towards the stage.
Eric collected some spider webs going through the tunnel Eric leaned over the balcony when the Prima Donna strutted out on stage Eric held his breath. Eric nearly choked when the first words came they were wretched croaks.
Eric thought about the morning at the Easter service, the last day he was in France. It could not be that wretched singer Carlotta.
he watched a few songs but got bored quickly with the terrible singing and the few off key instruments.
Eric looked at the spider webs in his gloved hand. "Lets put this wretched performance at a halt." Eric whispered to himself as he leaned his hand over the balcony and dropped the webs straight on Carlotta's head. The ballet girls were the first to scream running about the stage.
"Did the Phantom of the Opera not instruct you to leave box five empty for his personal use?" Eric Boomed throwing his voice about the room.
Everyone screamed running about the room trying to escape.
The manager ran up on stage "Everyone please calm down!" he cried flustered.
Eric smiled as everyone filed out.
Making his way to his home Eric thought about all the changes that are to be made in the Opera.
Sitting down at his temporary makeshift desk Eric pulled out his paper.
My Dear Manager,
I have requested that you left box five empty for my use, now these demands were not met you do not want to know all that I am capable of.
La Carlotta must learn to sing or be silenced.
Also get rid of those wretched off key violinists they are a disgrace for my opera.
Your Obedient Servant,
O.G
Eric smiled and got up from the desk, "You better listen this time my dear manager." Eric whispered to himself.
Whistling a song Eric jogged up the stairs his black cloak flying behind him. Eric crawled into box five dusting of his formal suit. Eric delighted that he must have been a lot shorter when he designed the tunnels.
Eric pulled the letter out of his pocket and placed it on the seat before slipping out.
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-Misha