The door opened slowly to my room as Sherlock slept against Christine. Her breathing matched his still, calm and soothing, something to watch her warm body when he caught the whiff of cream. Sherlock panicked slightly and staying completely still waited until the figure moved form the doorway. Swiftly while the person's back was turned he grabbed his mask and placing unto his face, waited like a big cat ready to strike.
" So Christine, do you have anything I can use against you?" A hoarse laugh punctuated by a fit coughing told Sherlock who it was. She was rummaging in Christine's drawers and Sherlock grimaced at the huge silhouette in front of him. Using everything he knew, Sherlock slithered out from under the blankets and unto the floor where he crouched there from a second before slipping to the open door.
" Oh, she does my dear. She does." He spoke calmly as he shut the door extinguishing the light on Carlotta's terrified face at the sight of him.
The Opera house morning was pierced by a blood-chilling scream that rang throughout the house. Carlotta was actually running, much to the shock of everyone as she ran straight to the manager's room.
" Christine knows the Opera Ghost!" Sherlock watched as Carlotta burst into the room with other astounding acclamation. He laughed as Carlotta cowered under his spell.
"She knows him I swear." She whispered her eyes red and her face pale with fear. " I saw him in her chambers. He told me that if anyone lays their filthy hands upon her they would be cursed forevermore." She burst into tears as her pudgy body fell with a thump onto the hardwood floor. He could see the chairs of the managers' chairs fly back into the wall as they ran to their precious Prima Donna.
" Tell us exactly what happened." Their voices were low, but Sherlock's keen ears heard every word.
" He was there in her room. I went to go and wake her up for this morning's rehearsals, but as soon as I walked into the room, the door closed and behind it he stood." A shudder of fear made her fluff wobble.
" He was uglier than even Buquet said with only half a face. The rest was a polished white skull. His voice was deep and harsh as it hissed over me. But he has claws. Claws I tell you, long and yellow that grew from his hands. And his teeth were pointed like a dog's.
" Carlotta burst into tears again at the memory.
" It was only a dream." Her managers whispered and Sherlock laughed. He watched as they turned to face him.
" I warned you; this is my opera house and heaven help anyone who stands in my way." Sherlock let out another laugh that seemed to paralyze everyone in the room and he vanished.
" Christine." He called to her through her mirror. Now since the entire opera knew that he was protecting her, they couldn't be seen together.
" Christine. Wake up my pet." He called and almost like a puppet master, he raised her from her sleeping home.
" What the…" He could see the confusion on her face as he called to her once more. " I must be going crazy." She muttered and walking over to the screen began to dress in full view of Sherlock. He blushed and quickly turned away, his mind puzzling over m\what she had said. He turned back quickly to see if she was done and that is when he saw it. A scar on the back on her neck about the size of two-joule piece and Sherlock felt his hearts nearly jump out of his chest.
" She is C.I.A?" His mind blanked and watching himself stand from his kneeling position, Sherlock ran. He ran as fast as he could and as long as he could, only to find himself back at Christine's mirror. But as he stared at her, Sherlock realized he didn't move at all. He was still crouched and his body was starting to cramp up on him.
" Christine." It was Meg the little brat that had tried to visit him one time.
" I am coming." Her voice, still melodious had reached a slightly higher octave, which would wreck the singing techniques that he had ground into her. "I am going to have to teach you all over again, aren't I?" His question though said to his heart seemed to echo all around him. Suddenly as if a lighting bolt struck him, Sherlock realized that she wouldn't remember his face, or at least the face under the mask.
"Oh, I shall teach you again my angel, but this time I make the rules." He smiled to himself and walked with a deliberate step to his home in the earth.
And this is how the Phantom of the opera... No spoilers. Anyway R&R Thxs