The Infamous Opera Ghost Chapter 2: Size Matters, a phantom of the opera fanfic

Chapter 2 "Size Matters"

Shigoto no ato ni
Me ga sameru
Nani ka shinakucha
Shigoto no ato ni

The lyrics to Faust rang in Lizzie's ears. She had convinced her father to let her come and see the Opera. He had refused until Fredrick offered to escort her. Fredrick sat next to her, in their private box. He did not seem as enthused about the Opera as she had been, but he was coping.

They had reached the end of the 1st act and Lizzie stood up and said:

"If you will excuse me, I must see to the powder room."

"Would you like me to escort you?" Lizzie smiled but replied

"No thank you. I will be alright." He nodded then relaxed against his chair once more.

Lizzie walked down the now empty halls of the Paris Opera. The walls dark deep red, and the floors matching in the same elegance. As she walked around the outside of the theatre she could hear the famous Josette Abney singing the beautiful melody. Lizzie continued down the hallway until she made it to box 5. 'It wouldn't hurt to simply see if the Phantom is in there. No one is around, and no one would ever know of my child like curiosity.' She defended herself against an unknown voice in her head.

She took one more look to make sure no one was around. When she was sure of her surroundings, she walked through the closed curtain. As she turned the corner, she saw a man sitting in the chair. His dark frame sat still, enjoying the opera. And as if to confirm it was really The Phantom of the Opera, she could clearly see a mask on his face.

She gasped and his head shot back in her direction. He immediately recognized the young woman. Her icy blue eyes wide with shock, her face pale with disbelief. Before he could have another thought, she fainted. He darted in her direction to catch her but missed and she hit her forehead hard against the wall. Erik bent down to her level, and noticed she had a large bump on her head that would turn into a contusion. He almost turned away, that is until the better half of him argued against it. 'I can't just leave her here.' He thought to him self. He sighed then picked up the lifeless women. She was very light and easy to carry. 'Just like Christine' He quickly cast the thought of her from his mind and went through a passage, that lead to his earth.

It was somewhat hard to walk down the narrow passage with her in his arms, but he managed. He could feel her heart beating against his own, her warm breath against his arm. Her chocolate curls accented her blue eyes perfectly.

He stepped out of the passage and walked slowly to his swan bedroom. Even though she was relatively light, his biceps burned from exhaustion. He laid her gently against the pillows, and she let out a soft sigh. He let his eyes linger on her soft beautiful features before he turned out of the room to his organ.

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Lizzie woke up to the sound of a organ blaring. Her eyes fluttered open to the sight of a cave like room and a beautiful hand crafted swan bed. She sat up in the bed and tried to remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was The Phantom of the Opera. But where was she now?

She slowly got out of the bed and walked over to the opening. She could now clearly see a lake and many candles. She still heard beautiful music, and turned toward the source. She saw at the organ, the Opera Ghost. Her lips curved into a smile as she walked in his direction. He had not noticed her presence and still had his back turned. She stood behind him and only when he stopped to scribble down some notes did she say:

"That was lovely." He turned towards her, his eyes were blank and showed no emotion.

"Thank You." He replied.

"Monsieur, I believe you are the famous Opera Ghost, no?"

"Yes." he answered simply.

"I am Elizabeth Christine De Chany."

"A pleasure to meet you Mademoiselle."

"The pleasure is all mine. How long was I asleep for?"

"About an hour or two."

"Oh! Fredrick will be so worried!" Her head moved around the labyrinth franticly for a way out.

"Come I will take you back." He started to move back towards the passage by the mirror, and she hastily followed.

As they walked down the narrow passage Lizzie said:

"Thank You Monsieur for helping me. I must seem so foolish for fainting with out a noble cause." A slight blush rose to her cheeks. Erik immediately thought of when Christine had fainted into his arms.

"Nonsense Mademoiselle,"

"Please call me Lizzie." He looked back at her and slightly smiled and she could not help smiling also. They continued to walk in a comfortable silence that is until Erik asked:

"You are the Vicomte's child?"

"I am not a child, but yes."

"Did he escort you here?"

"No I came with my fiancée Fredrick Heaton."

"Oh?"

"Yes he doesn't quite enjoy Operas though." The two came to a door and Erik stopped.

"Here we are Madmoi--Lizzie."

"Oh, will I see you again?"

"Why would you want to see me again?"

"Because… I would like to be your friend." Lizzie wished she hadn't said that. It sounded rather childish.

"Oh? You know nothing about me and I'm sure if you did, I would not be one you would consider as a friend."

"Monsieur Phantom I know more about you than you think. But now if you will excuse me, my fiancée will be quite worried." With that she disappeared out the door and back in to box 5.

She walked down the hallway, which was now silent, and braced herself for the lecture she would receive from Fredrick. She finally ran into Fredrick, who looked almost mad with worry. As soon as he saw her, his tone softened and he rushed over to hug her.

"Oh, my dear Lizzie. Where have you been? I have been worried sick? Good God what happened to your head? We should get you to a doctor."

"Fredrick I'm fine. A doctor would be seriously over rated. I simply fainted from the beautiful sight of the show, and recently woke up. I am sorry for worrying you." Fredrick did not believe her but he was not about to question her.

"Come lets go home, your father will be worried." With that he grabbed her hand and they were out the door.

Erik walked back to his Lair, lost in thought. 'She wants to see me again. Even though she knows what I have done to her mother and father? Surly she does not know everything.' then his thoughts wandered farther to 'She does not seem like the type of girl who would have that intense of relations with someone out of wed lock. The pregnancy must be a rumor. But what if it is true? Would it be to impolite to simply ask her?' For the rest of the night his thoughts stuck to one subject, Lizzie.

Hey I'm glad you like the story. Thanks for all the lovly reviews. I'm not to sure about this chapter though , so is it ok?

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Joe Nichols

"Size Matters"

Someday she wants a big ol' house
Sittin' on a big ol' hill
And a mile long tree lined driveway
For her big ol' Coupe DeVille
Yeah, someday she wants a big ol' bank account
With too much to spend
But right now all she wants is a man

With a big ol' heart
Who can love her like nobody can
Big ol' kisses that go on and on
And never end
With a big ol' smile
He'll fill her world with laughter
Size matters, size matters

Someday she wants a big o' ring
With a big ol' rock that shines
And a big ol' walk-in closet
With shoes of every kind
Yeah, someday she wants a big ol' boat
She can lay around gettin' a tan
But right now all she wants is a man

With a big ol' heart
Who can love her like nobody can
Big ol' kisses that go on and on
And never end
With a big ol' smile
He'll fill her world with laughter
Size matters, size matters