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Eric walked through the tunnels. Pausing when he heard a soft kind voice eric knelt down peering through the trapdoor which was disguised as a vent. "Christine" he whispered.

Christine was kneeling down in front of a row of candles with a picture of a man in the middle. "Father, you promised me an Angel of Music; it has been years and there has been no sign of him." Her voice was sad and lonely.

Eric choked up as he listened to her pray to her father, "Christine." he said almost singing. "Who's there?" Eric froze, how was he to respond now? "Eric, Is that you?" she asked, her brown eyes giving off a questioning sparkle.

Eric paused "Breath from your gut, and stand straighter." Christine smiled, "Yes angel."

"You said you are in the ballet? I can make you the lead soprano, the Prima Donna." Eric announced as he listened to her sing a few notes. "Every other day come down here and I will teach you."

Christine squealed "Really!"

"Yes Christine." Eric smiled

Persia

Rajja sat on the bed looking at the bump forming laying her thin delicate hands in her belly she closed her eyes and started singing a soft lullaby. "Your father would be so happy," She whispered to the child inside of her, "He would sing and write you songs. You will see your father again he just had to leave for a short time, but someday he will find you."

Rajja wished she could believe what she told the child. The truth was, what if the baby came deformed like Eric? What would the shah do to the child if he found out she was with child without his permission?

Rajja shook her head, she couldn't think of that stuff now, the child would be strong just like it's father.

Rajja ran her fingers through her thick black hair, "Are you a girl of a boy?" she asked the child almost praying it would answer back, "Eric would like a boy I'm sure, but I think he would be overjoyed with a girl." she said with a chuckle "Eric would probably get quite protective of a girl, if you are a boy I'd bet he would teach you all he knows about architecture and composing."

Rajja leaned her head back, "He's probably in Paris France right now working in the Opera House." She thought, Rajja sat up most of the night thinking of all the things Eric could be doing at that moment. She smiled to herself thinking of him composing and selling his works.

Paris

after six months in the opera house

"Dam thing" Eic cursed to himself. Christine sat behind him laughing, "You have been working on that for two days straight Eric, you should take a break."

Eric groaned and sat down, "I hope they don't notice the organ missing." Christine remarked.

Eric shrugged there was probably an inch of dust on this thing I don't think they will be missing it."

Christine looked at the organ that lay across the cement flat, "How did you get this down here anyways?" Eric snickered, "I built a trapdoor in the storage room and then made a cart to wheel it down here. Now should we get to your lessons?"

Christine grabbed her score sheets and took a glance at them, "Eric, why do I have to learn my part and Carlotta's for Hannibal?"

"So many questions Christine, may we just start your practices?" Eric asked getting irritated.

"Start with Think Of Me." Eric instructed.

Christine took a breath looking at her tutor she let ther song fly.

They finished late that evening Eric was more picky than normal with the songs she sung. "I should take you back now." Eric announced jumping up and grabbing her hand, "Tomorrow is opening night for Hannibal, you need to get your rest." Christine nodded grasping his gloved hand.

After bringing Christine to the chapel Eric got back to work on the organ, he had already written the storyline for his first opera but he couldn't get to any real work with the organ still in its original factory pieces.

Time passed far too quickly for the masked genius. Eric was finishing the last few touches on the instrument when he realised everyone who worked at the opera house was getting to work on the big opening night.

Standing up and putting on his suit jacket, and hat and made his way up to the rafters.

Eric snuck through the shadows Carlotta was singing her wretched song and strutting around the stage like a proud rooster. Eric watched for a bit, Christine was dancing next to Little Meg. Christine looked happy next to her dear friend but she seemed on edge. She knew Eric had something up his sleeve.

Eric tilted his head looking at the prop elephant several stagehands were sitting inside of it pointing at the dancers and swigging there wiskey and laughing Eric hated these hands they did nothing for his Opera House.

Looking down from his perch he could see everything that went on below him. The story of a ghost haunting the opera house had taken a great flight. Eric had the manager and most of the employes wrapped around his finger, what ever he said went Eric hoped he could keep it like that.

"Excuse me everyone!" The manager yelled above the chattering crowd.

Eric strained to listen, as most of you have heard, I am retiring. These are the new Opera House managers Monsieur Richard Firman, and Monsieur Gilles Andre."

Eric climbed down closer to the stage. The men talked to the crew telling there plans for the theater.

"La Carlotta I do believe you have a beautiful song in act three, would you give us a preview?" Monsieur Firman asked politely.

Carlotta smiled and gave a little chuckle, "of course Monsieur."

Carlotta clapped to the orchestra as she took center stage, and began singing. Somehow the two new managers were transfixed on her voice she started off key and was hardly able to hit the notes.

Eric was disgraced at the racket the woman was making, he had to stop it and put Christine in the spotlight.

Making sure no one was around Eric jumped from the rafters onto the backdrop balcony.

Eric pered over the railing making sure Carlotta was lined up properly. He moved to the right and drew the sword that hung at his waist, with a slash eric cut the rope of a backdrop.

The masked man watched the backdrop come crashing down on top of Carlotta, everyone screamed and ran around the stage. Some came and helped the dvia others took cover. "He's here! The Phantom of the Opera!" Little Meg screamed.

Carlotta was yelling at everyone around smacking the hands of everyone trying to help her. She sat on the ground and began throwing a tantrum.

Eric smiled at the outcome of the trick. "That is it!" the diva squealed, "I quit, for the past six months I have been the victim of the ghosts tricks, but this Is the last straw!"

Eric chuckled to himself as he leaned over the rails to get a better view of the soprano.

Andre and Firmin tried to convince the singer to reconsider but it was no use, with a shout the diva was gone.

"Who Is the understudy?" Andre asked once he was sure Carlotta was not coming back.

Eric spied around for Madam Giry whom he had learned to trust.

"Christine Daae can sing it." Eric whispered throwing his voice into the woman's ear.

"Monsieurs Christine Daae can sing." Madam Giry announced pushing Christine gently towards the men.

The cast and crew snickered at the girl who was turning white. Eric bit his deformed lip to keep from lashing out at the mockers.

"Fine then sing." the managers groaned.

Christine hesitated saying something to Madam Giry. "Christine I am here." Eric whispered into the frightened girls ear.

Christine relaxed when she heard Eric's rich gentle voice. Christine opened her voice everyone stopped what they were doing to listen.

Eric folded his hands and rested them on the rail, her voice was perfect.

Eric knelt down and pulled out a white envelope lined with black from his pocket, and began writing to the new manages.

Welcome to my opera house, I hope you obliged to my current rules.

First off you must leave box five empty for my use.

Second I ask that you will continue to send me my salary on the first of each month.

Your fellow manager,

The Opera Ghost

Eric waited till Madam Giry was paying attention He dropped the envelope at her feet.

Madam Giry shot her head up making eye contact with Eric, she gave a scolding glance at him before picking up the paper.

"Messieurs I have a letter from the Opera Ghost." Madam Giry declared.

"My god, who is this opera ghost everyone speaks of?" Ferman asked with a bit of mockery in his voice.

Eric herd the sound of drunken foot steps turning his mask he noticed Joseph Buquet the drunken stage manager.

He sneered at the drunk as he snuck farther into the darkness.

"The Opera Ghost?" Baquet laughed leaning over the railing "He wears a white mask over his face that is nothing more than bone!" the ballerinas screamed running behind Madam Giry. "His skin is as cold as ice, parchment is it's tone. He sings at night causing those who listen to fall dead!"

Eric gritted his teeth "Dam it Baquet." Eric grumbled.

"Joseph" Madam Giry spit, "I would watch your tongue he would not like to be spoken of in that manner."

Everyone filed out of the room to get ready for that night's performance. Christine danced around the Prima Donna's dressing room she smelled the perfumes and flowers and tasted the chocolates and fruits.

"Oh father, I have done it I am the Prima Donna!" She cried with excitement as she bent down in front of a golden framed picture of her father, "I have finally met my Angel of Music."

A gentle knock sounded on her door "Five minutes Miss. Daae."

She smiled softly "Here I go father!"

Eric ran silently through the opera house tunnels, he made his way to box five pressing his finger on the lever that opens the vent but there were voices in the box.

Growling Eric peered through the vent, there were the two new managers and a man who looked more like a boy with is long blond hair and baby blue eyes that sat on a round child like face.

Eric sneered this was Christine's night he couldn't cause a scene right now.

Gripping the red rose in his hand Eric moved to another trap door he could not see as well but he could hear Christine's voice perfectly.