It was pitch black, when Vara came to. Vara almost thought she was dead. She felt no pain. In fact she felt sort of tingly all over. Her head felt light and fuzzy. Vara was tempted to close her eyes and just sort of drift off. But as she did so, she moved her leg ever so slightly. That one move shot a pain from her ankle to her knee, causing little dots to invade her black vision, and causing Vara to call out in pain. The pain began to dull, But Vara started to panic. Patting herself down, Vara started to look for her lighter or matches. She found her lighter, and shakily she lit it. Instantly light surrounded her, just enough to see past her body. Inspecting her leg a bit, Vara guess nothing was broken, just sprained badly. Finally paying some attention to her surroundings, Vara nearly screamed again. All around her there were broken mirrors. Vara looked at her reflection.

Her blonde hair was everywhere, and her body was covered in dirt and smudges. With out warning Vara began to laugh. She looked ridiculous. 'If only Charlie could see me now, he'd have a field day!' In the corner of her sight, Vara saw the candle she was holding before she fell. Vara couldn't help but glare at it. Picking it up she lit it and tried her best to stand up. Adrenaline dulled some of the pain, but Vara still had to grit her teeth to keep from screaming. Hopping and limping, Vara started to walk down a corridor. The walls were wet and cold, causing Vara to shiver slightly. Her Steps echoed eerily, and her heart was beating so fast, Vara was surprised it didn't echo in the halls as well.

Vara didn't know how long she had been walking, but soon she came to a great body of water. The air seemed so much colder, and there was a light fog skimming over the water. Suddenly it hit Vara like a semi-truck.

"Oh my..." Vara felt her breath disappear from her body. The mirrors, the underground lake, and what she guessed was a trap door. With out even thinking Vara stepped into the freezing water and tried to make her way across. Vara couldn't see far, and she didn't expect to find a house under ground, or a swan bed and organ, but Vara did know that there really was a rue scribe. That m,meant some way out. Soon the water was up to her chest, and it was getting harder to wade across the water, Vara was shaking violently from the cold, and she knew she could be affected by hypothermia, but it seemed luck was finally on her side, just as her body started to numb slightly, the water started to lower, and Vara could see a large shape in front of her.

Vara felt as if her brain was numb from the cold just like the rest of her body. It didn't even register that there was a huge house in front of her, or that she was opening the door. Vara just sort of walked in and collapsed onto an old dusty couch, and promptly passed out.

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When Vara woke up once more, she sneezed several times. Not only did it clear her sinuses, it also seemed to clear her mind. It was still dark, and her clothes were still damp, but she could make out large shapes. 'Too bad my matches were soaked.' Looking around Vara saw what looked to be a fireplace. Walking up to it, the blonde saw two stones on the ground. Praying to whatever deity was watching over her embarrassments today, she ground them together, and with a gleeful light, they created a spark. It was a flint. Vara felt around the ground, picking up papers, and small pieces of whatever she could find.

Placing them in the fireplace, she flicked the stone together. The sparks clung to the papers and gave off some light, but Vara knew it wouldn't last long. She could make out some old logs, some were rotten, but some still seemed decent. Throwing them over the papers she tended to the makeshift fire until the room filled with light. Vara saw many cobwebs and dust everywhere, but there was fine furniture, that looked antique, and handcrafted. Beautiful throw rugs were lining the floor. And knickknacks lay scattert4ed around. The most impressive thing however, was a grand organ that took up an entire wall. Walking up to it, Vara saw some papers that look moth eaten.

From the line and odd symbols, Vara gathered it was music notes. From the very little she could read, Vara placed her fingers on the keys and played the notes. Rich noise came out of the instrument, but the music had a chilling edge to it.. the notes ended, as if the entire song had been chopped off. And Vara couldn't help but feel sad. The music truly was beautiful. Feeling more awake and even more importantly, dry, Vara looked around. A candelabra was lying on its side on the floor. Candles still in it. Picking it up, Vara thrusted it in the fire, melted wax and light the wicks.

Vara tried opening many doors but they all were locked. Except for one. As Vara opened it, the smell of musty books and decay filled her nostrils. This room, compared to the rest of the the subterranean house, was impeccably clan. No cobwebs, no dust. There were however papers littering the floor. Lifting one up, Vara looked at the title. Don Juan Returns. An odd name for sure. But the title on the paper, and the cleanliness of the room was the oddest thing of all.

A coffin lie in the center of the room...

Vara's breath hitched. A coffin... and its lid was slightly askew. Feeling compelled, Vara reached her hand forward, her breath going faster and faster the closer her hand came to the coffin. As she touch the lid gently, she half expected a hand to reach out and grab her wrist, but nothing happened. Leaving Vara feeling comfortable enough to push the lid even further.

Vara gagged at the smell. It was a sickly sweet smell., like caramel, and rotten cabbages. There in the coffin lie a dead man, in a finely tailored suit. His skin taut from years of decay, some of it gone to show yellowed bone. But the weathered skin, and dusty suit was shadowed by a stark white half mask, covered the left side of the mans face. Vara vision swam with black dots as realization hit her once more.

She was under the opera house. The pain in her ankle came back duller then before. A lake. A grand organ. A man in a mask.

"Opera Ghost! The Phantom of the Opera!" Vara half shouted, half gasped, as she staggered back in fear. The feeling someone was watching her came over her as she hit the wall and slid to the floor. Vara was still clutching the page of music in her hands when a cold air seemed to seep in from ever crack in the wall, and floor. A fog like the one over the lake filled into the room, the smell of metal came even stronger then the smell of decay.

Vara then saw something only appropriate in horror movies from the sixties. A hand.

A hand reached out and grabbed the side of the coffin.

Vara, throat closed with fear scrambled to her feet, chest rising and falling quickly with fear. The fog seemed to fill into the casket, and the hand, once taut tightly, bone exposed, and colour gray, filled in, skin grew over the bone, and the colour turned a handsome paleness. More of the body rose. Vara slowly inched her was to the door, her eyes never off the newly resurrected zombie, ghost, thing.

Loosely sitting clothing, filled in, with what Vara guessed to be toned muscles. Even the clothes themselves seemed to renew. Just as Vara reached the door. She hit an unnoticed stack of papers, knocking them over and causing a rustling sound. The ghost, zombie, thing snapped its head towards Vara sharply, causing Vara to jump and drop the candelabra, extinguishing the lights. But not quick enough to where Vara couldn't see the mans eyes. Golden eyes, like a cat, that seemed to peer into her very soul.

Vara Ran out of the room, past the oddly roaring fire. A wind seemed to come from the very house itself, blowing away years of dirt and webs. Vara pushed her herself out the door. And onto what could have been considered the front yard of the underground house.

Vara was panicking! That Thing, ghost, zombie, man was ALIVE! It had SEEN her! Vara frighteningly looked around, and what she saw nearly made her cry. A small trickle of light shined down from a high winding path. Vara ran towards it as fast as possible. The world seemed to get brighter as she could hear traffic echoing in the cave. Soon she came to the rue scribes gate. It was locked, but Vara did her best to climb it. Just before she could breath a sigh of relief. Grand music seemed to drift up from the very ground. Vara couldn't of ran further or faster away from it.

What ever deity's blessed her with a flint and fire, cursed her with something bad...

She had basically resurrected the Phantom of the Opera...

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"YOU WERE WHERE?" Ida asked, as she tightly gripped Vara's shoulders. "Were you, oh I don't know... DRUGGED?" After Vara's escape from underground. She stepped into the grand foyer of the Opera house, Mr. Adler was speaking to police, while Mimi and Ida were huddle together with worried looks on their faces. Ida was the first to see Vara, but Mimi, was the one to cry out her name, and rushed over to Vara's aid. The police questioned her, as Adler called over a doctor.

Vara, fearing that the police would think her crazy if she said that there was a phantom on the loose, stated she was sleep walking and must of ended up outside and twisted her ankle. The police looked skeptic at first, but Ida, sensing something was up covered for her, scolding her about not taking the medicine to help with it. Apparently she'd been out for tow whole days.

The doctor came and checked Vara out, some scrapes, and a twisted ankle, but she'd be fine. Her prescribed Vara with a sedative to help her stay asleep at night, due to her "sleep walking".

Now only a day after Vara's little adventure, she had to face her friends. And hope they'd believe her.

"No Ida. I know it sounds crazy! Really I think I'm crazy, but this paper right here," Vara held up the music sheet, that Vara clung too as she ran, "proves that I'm not." Ida let Vara's shoulders go and began passing Mimi's cluttered floor.

"Ida, remember when I said ever story has a grain of truth?" Mimi offered, but Ida held up her hand to silence the tiny dancer.

"Okay so maybe you were underground. That would explain the dirt and dust I guess, but this whole thing about a dead man rising from a coffin, and his body reviving to some hot stud? HIGHLY doubt that." Ida's voice oozed sarcasm.

"You don't have to believe me if you don't want to, but I know what I saw." Vara shook slightly. She hadn't since she entered Mimi's room. Mimi Came over and pulled Vara head into her lap, and lightly caressed her head.

"It's okay V, I believe you." Mimi whispered sincerely. Ida sighed.

"It just seems... too incredible." Vara nodded, knowing what Ida meant. "Look it's getting late. I need to be getting back to m-" Ida cut off as Vara's different colour eyes widened.

"Please... Could we all just stay in here, until sunrise... please?" Mimi -looked at Ida with a sad expression, to which Ida sighed and sat on a large pile of clothes.

"Okay I'll stay." Vara passed out as soon as she heard Ida's agreement.

Vara dreamt of nothing but those golden, glowing eyes.

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Death wasn't as peaceful as the Opera Ghost had wished. He seemed trapped in the Opera house itself. He was trapped in limbo, but At least limbo was his kingdom of music, ever if he had bunt it down. It had only seemed to be days after his death when he felt something pull at him, sucking him down to his underground "home." He lied himself in his coffin, and felt... warm, an odd sensation, when Seeing as how in life we spent all his days in the cold cellars and underground. The Phantom closed his eyes one second, and when he opened them everything seemed dark, and he felt sensations he hadn't felt in some time.

The first was hunger. Something you don't feel in limbo, second, he felt as if his body was being filled up with cold. He felt himself reach for the side of the coffin and felt the smooth cold wood under his fingertips. That when he understood.

He was alive!

How, he wondered, could he be alive? Could he had been in a coma? And this was him finally regaining conscientiousness. Something felt off. He felt renewed vigor, unlike the last time he lied his ninety-two year old self in his casket, for what he had thought at the time, was the last time. He felt young once more. Lifting himself higher up, he took a moment to breath deeply for the first time in a long time, when he heard the sound of rustling papers. The Phantom turned his head to the intrusion to see two pairs of eyes staring at him.

No... not two pairs of eyes, one pair, of different coloured eyes. Whoever this intruder was, he dropped the only source of light, hiding the intruders face from the Opera Ghost. The phantom heard the intruder fun away from him. Seemed like nothing had hanged. The Ghost jumped out of the coffin ready to hunt down the intruder when a familiar gleam caught his eye. Turning to his right The phantom saw his pride in front pf him, his organ. Unable to contain himself, the Phantom placed his fingers lovingly on the key, then began to play a powerful song, letting off his new found strength pour into the music.

Unwillingly, the Ghost began to laugh. He truly was alive. And He wasn't going to go back anytime soon.

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Vara was on edge. It had been two weeks since her little adventure. She didn't wander around the corridors at night like she used too. In fact the rooms that were being remolded were finished, but she refused to sleep in her new room. She'd bunk with Mimi or Ida, depending if Ida had company or not.

Rumors had started up about Vara, that she was a druggie, and she had a bad trip. They were settled after a few choice words from Ida, as well as Mimi. Even more rumors started about people feeling like they were being watched. That people would get a glance of a shining white mask, or the sounds of footsteps or a rustle of clothing.

Mimi was ecstatic about it, hoping to get a glance herself. She carried a camera wherever she went now. Ida just scoffed and changed subjects. Adler offered Vara sometime off to help recover, but Vara refused, throwing herself into her work. The opening show went wonderfully. Even Amanda seemed to be less bitchy as she was showered with praise.

But Vara never seemed to shake off the feeling was up in the catwalks with her, watching her. It sent a shiver down her spine every once in a while. After the last showing of the Theatre house first show Mr. Adler came out on stage to address the paying audience.

"Welcome! Welcome to Theatre Etoile. I hope you have enjoyed our show. Ladies and gentlemen, I have a special treat for you all. You all know the story behind this building. That once the Infamous Opera Ghost lived here. It has been over a century since the disastrous fire that claimed the very soul of the building, and the soul of the Phantom himself. Well Ladies and gentlemen, I have news for all of you!"

Ladies and Gentlemen, the Phantom lives once more!" Vara froze in the catwalks. 'How does he know!' "Our next show, Shall be Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera!" The crowd began to cheer enthusiastically. Vara shook her head and began to make her way down the catwalks when something stopped her. The feeling that someone was staring her down was stronger then ever. She whipped around and looked about.

Vara saw nothing. Vara hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. 'No ones here Vara!' She thought to herself. 'There's no ghosts!' Calming down slightly Vara turned once more to leave when she collided with a large warm wall.

Vara staggered back, but caught herself with the catwalk railings. Looking up, she saw no wall, but a man.

A man with golden eyes. And a glowing white, porcelain half mask. He was eying Vara down stoically. Vara couldn't move. She felt chained to the spot as the Ghost Eyed her. But as he took a step towards Vara, feeling came back to her, as did her voice.

"S-stay away from me!" Vara said as she slowly backed up. Adler and the cast were still down on the stage, taking in all the applause and cheers. "I saw you! You were in a coffin! You were dead! Is this some sick joke?" The man didn't respond he merely kept walk towards Vara, silently. He very walk reminded Vara of panther stalking its prey. Without meaning too, Vara stared at his face. He looked handsome, she had to admit. Sleek, black hair, a strong square jaw, clean shaven too.

"You found my home." Vara jumped at his voice. It felt smooth, his voice actually felt smooth. Smooth and dark, like crushed velvet. But at the same time it sounded authoritative. Vara nodded.

"You were the one who awoke me." Vara nodded again, even though he wasn't asking questions.

"Vara?" a voiced asked. It sounded like Mimi. The man looked beyond Vara, then started to retreat backwards. It seemed as if the very shadows began to claw at him, as The man disappear. Mimi called out to Vara again. "Come on, Vara Adler wants to talk to you." Vara was so caught up with the man, she didn't see that people had left, only a few groups here and there were left, talking amongst themselves.

"I... I'm coming." The man completely disappeared, just as Mimi clambered her way to Vara.

"Hey are you OK? You look like you've seen a ghost." Mimi joked. Vara forced a laugh.

"Yep! So, lets get going!" Vara started to walk away when Mimi spotted something.

"Hey Vara is that yours? It has your name on it." Mimi said as she picked up a small square sheet of paper. Vara gasped. On one side her name was written in shaky red letters. On the other was a waxen red skull.

The Phantom had sent her a letter.

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I apologize for so slow updates. No internet for months. Just moved out of my moms place. Going to be moving to California soon. Life is changing a lot -_-