By the way people, I DID make up that song Iris was singing. Some people say I didn't. :P
Well anyways, sorry for not updating in awhile. New school, homework, school, school. Blah Blah Blah.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Phantom Of The Opera, Or any of its characters, or Andrew Lloyd Webber.
But I wish I did….

Iris's POV

I sat down in the green chair in front of the dresser. I knew I saw a face. I knew it, I just did.
I calmed down from shock, and removed my slippers, leotard, and tutu. As I put my nightgown on, I shuddered as it got a bit cold around me. Suddenly, a warm breath of air blew on my ear and whispered.
"Iris, Iris.. Stand tall."
I smiled a little.
They say that when a person dies, the first thing you forget about them is their voice. But I knew my father's voice anywhere.
I fixed my hair up so that it wouldn't get tangled while I sleep and began sewing together a pillow with a few pieces of fabric and a needle, with a spool of thread Madame Giry had managed to get me. Out of random boredness, I began singing softly a song my father had made up when he would try to get me to sleep at night.

"Sleepy little girl, close your eyes
Tiny little angel, my golden prize
Sleep will come Iris,, sleep will come…."

I sighed as I faded out. Once, I pretended I was sleeping, and heard my father's gentle voice. That voice that said, "Close your eye"
I yelped as I poked myself, rather harshly, on the hand with the needle. On accident of course. With one hand, I cut off a long piece of fabric and began wrapping it around my thumb, and pinned it securely with a safety pin. I swallowed and put my work on the dresser and blew the candles out. As I crawled into bed, it only hurt worse. A small amount of moonlight poured into the room from the tiny window near the ceiling. I turned onto my side and stared at the wall, humming my song.

Erik's POV
 Pacing around my lair, I hummed some random tunes. No that wouldn't work.
My inspiration was gone. My fresh music sheet was blank. There wasn't even a title. I sat down on a chair with a groan.
A gentle voice floated down to my home. I stopped tapping my fingers and listened.
"Iris! I know it's her!" I said to myself. I hummed the tune and sat down at the organ bench, scribbling down notes.
"That's her special song.." I whispered. I shouldn't use her words. But I liked the tune.
I put my music sheet away for the night and paced back and forth again.
"Should I bring her to my lair for the first time? No, no. It's too early. But all of my students need to know me!" I argued with myself.
I clutched my stomach. I hadn't eaten in a few days. Picking a small piece of bread from my weekly food supply, I nibbled on it. I sighed and swallowed the whole thing, satisfying my hunger.
Grabbing my cloak, I set out across the lake in my boat, docked it at the dock and climbed up the stairs. I crept towards Iris's mirror and peered at her. She was humming lowly and brushing her silky brown hair. I drew closer towards the mirror and studied her. She had a beautiful eye no one could disagree to that. She reached up towards her eye patch. I held my breath, ready to see what it hid. But then she turned around towards her bed and began unlacing her dress. I turned around and crouched down. She deserved privacy, even though she didn't know I was here. After a few minutes, I decided she was dressed. She was wearing a pretty, soft pink, nightgown. I crept closer and watched her as she pulled her hair up like she does every night so her hair doesn't get tangled. I smiled a little. The last time I smiled was before Christine left. She was beautiful, even if she wore an eye patch.
Then she did the last thing that I would expect. She looked at me in the mirror. I turned my head to the side and backed up a bit. Iris's face turned white, and she gasped in shock. She gripped the dresser and fainted, falling onto the ground. Now it was my turn to gasp. I shoved the mirror open and raced to the double doors, locking them shut, and just in case, shoving a chair under the knobs. I hurried over to Iris and kneeled down beside her. I felt her pulse. It was fine.
"She will be fine, she will be fine, I must not worry.." I repeated to myself. I ripped part of my shirt off and dunked it in the glass of water on the dresser and dabbed her warm forehead. My arms quivered as I picked her up and laid her on her bed and tucking her under the covers. "It's all my fault… I'm sorry tiny little angel…" I whispered to her. I still felt horrible. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I silently moved the chair away.
"Iris? Iris? It's Madame Giry. Please open up, mademoiselle!" Madame Giry pleaded. I sighed in relief as I unlocked the doors and pulled her in.
"Erik!" She said in a loud whisper. "What are you…" her voice trailed off as she saw Iris in bed. "Erik what happened?" She asked.
"It's all Erik's fault Antoinette, Erik wanted to see her, Erik just had to see her! And Erik got to close to the mirror and she saw Erik, and then-" I was shushed by her.
"Why must you talk in third person so often monsieur?" She asked without waiting for an answer as she rushed to Iris's bed and felt her head and pulse.
"Please Madame, is she alright?" I asked with desperation in my voice.
"Just give her a few hours of rest and she will be fine. Now go, Erik." She said pushing me towards the mirror. I thanked her and trudged down the hallways. I didn't intend on going back to the lair, so I decided to visit the other ballerinas. Turning a swiftly, I made my way down another hallway and up some stairs so I would be in the ceilings. I approached the first dormitory room. Crouching down, I listened to their conversation.
"Do you know what happened to her? Why does she wear it, Eve?" A girl asked her roommate.
"Maybe she thinks it's some kind of stylish things. Well it's not. Hey Ash,I say we should rip it off her eye tomorrow at rehearsals." Her roommate said with an obnoxious cackle. I shook my head in utter disgust. That fool was going to embarrass my Iris! I narrowed my eyes. Well.. Let the show begin!

Eve's POV (The roommate that suggested they rip Iris's patch off)

I yawned and woke up, stretching my arms. Looking up at the clock, I gasped. It was 9:52! I'd slept through breakfast and rehearsals were in 8 minutes. I sprang out of bed and pulled my rehearsal dress on. I chugged down the water on my nightstand and hurried towards the doors of my room. Ash was already gone. I yanked the doors. They wouldn't budge. I pulled and pulled. Nothing. Finally I realized. Someone had locked me in!
"Ash! Ash! This isn't funny! Let me out now! Ash! ASH!" I shouted and screamed. I growled in anger and walked over to my desk. There atop it sat a clean white envelope. It was sealed with a smirking skull of red wax. I had heard stories of the managers receiving notes like this from the 'Opera Ghost'. And I knew from stories that it was he, who had burned down the opera house, leading to two years of reconstruction. I ripped it open with excitement, and fear. My hands trembled as I read the note.

Dear Eve,
You thought it would be clever to embarrass our future star didn't you? Now it's your turn to be embarrassed when you get sent away. You know Madame Giry said that if you miss a rehearsal, well, let's just say you're
FIRED!

In Utter Disgust, O.G

I shrieked and pounded on the doors. Someone had to come, NOW! My parents were coming to see me perform next week. How could I disappoint them? I heard a ghastly chuckle above me, before it faded away. I sank to the ground and buried my face in my hands, crying. I trudged over to my bed and sank under the covers. There was no use in shouting. Half of the staff had their day off, and everyone else was on stage practicing.
I woke up to a slap across the face. Ash was staring me in the eye, her eyes were wide.
"EVE! YOU'RE FIRED! HOW COULD YOU MISS REHEARSALS! MADAME GIRY IS COMING! YOU BETTER HAVE SOME GOOD EXPLAINING TO DO!" She screamed at me. I cried some more as Madame Giry raged in, slamming her cane down by my bed side.
My career was over.

Iris's POV

I saw that face again. I knew I did. I wasn't crazy. I sat up from my pillow and gasped for breath. I was being haunted by a ghost. But who? My head spun as I thought about who it could be. People who died from the infamous chandelier crash? Or even worse, the Opera Ghost himself. The Phantom Of The Opera, as he was known now. I heard a story today at rehearsal of Christine Daae going through a secret passageway to the Phantom's lair in her room. I had to find out if it was him. Standing up, I felt dizzy. I grasped the foot of the bed and felt along the walls for any kind of door. I moved furniture, and felt the floorboards.
Then my eyes lay upon the great mirror across the room from me. Could it be the door to the secret passageways? No. That would be silly. A mirror!
"God bless my soul…" I said as I approached the mirror. I pushed it. Nothing. I pushed it some more. I still made no progress. Exhausted, I leaned against it in a diagonal position. I fell to the floor as the mirror slid to the side.
"Well, well. You slide open!" I said half in fear, for I did not know what lay ahead of me. I held my breath and took the first step inside. Fog lapped around my ankles. I turned around and slid the mirror shut. It was double sided! I realized that as I looked at the room before me. That's how I saw him, and he saw me! I felt heroic as I put some pieces of this strange puzzle together. Although I didn't feel very brave, I walked silently ahead, my eyes strained as I entered pure darkness. I couldn't see a thing. The only noise was rats scurrying around my feet. I did not fear rats. They were everywhere at the orphanage Mother had dumped me in. THWACK! I winced in pain as my forehead hit a wall. When I felt the wall, there was a longer way, to my right, so I turned, holding my head, and proceeded further. I felt a small amount of liquid greet my hand. "Blood…" I whispered. I heard a horse nicker very lowly in the distance. It was far away, but I was glad I was getting closer. Suddenly the floor under me seemed to disappear. I fell through a hole and into some sour smelling water. Panic flooded over me as I screamed. There were some growls and snaps in the distance. Six pairs of bright yellow eyes stared at me and approached me, about 10 feet away.
Alligators.
So this is how I would die? In one of the Phantom's traps, and ripped apart by alligators. I knew it was useless, but I sang my heart out.

"Angel of Music! Guide and guardian!
Help me, strange angel!

Angel of Music! Please hear me out!
Rescue me, angel!"

I thrashed in the water, tears streaming from my eyes. Then it there was darkness.

Erik's POV

I looked up from my drawing of Iris, hearing an ear-splitting scream. I usually laughed my stomach out when I heard screams like that. It meant someone had been foolish enough to try and find my lair. And ended up as my alligator's lunch. But no. This wasn't just any scream. It was Iris's scream. I threw my pen down and adjusted my mask, leaping up and into the gondola in seconds. I rowed as I had never rowed before. Suddenly the oar broke. "Dammit!" I cursed as I leapt into the water. The fish in the musky water darted every which way as I swam quickly to the dock and heaved myself up. I raced past Caesar up the stairs and through the pitch black hallways.

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