I do not own the Phantom of the Opera.
"The Opera ghost really existed." I began to read.
"Of course I do!" Erik interrupted. I shook it off.
"He was not; as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge."
"Obviously." He interrupted me again.
"Erik are you going to do this the whole time?" He shook his head and I began to read again. We read for a few hours with the very occasional outburst. "Okay that's the end of chapter six." I sighed and set the book down. He gave me a strange look. "What?" I asked.
"You stopped." He said almost sad. I nodded.
"I love that book but I can't read for that long." He nodded. "It's late, get some sleep." He laid his head back.
"I love you."
"I love you too." I placed a kiss on his cheek and rubbed his hand. "Goodnight." He grabbed my hand before I could leave and pulled me down so I was sitting next to him.
"Goodnight." He said giving me a devious smile. He snaked his arm around my waist and kissed my lips. Once we parted I felt my cheeks burning under his eyes. I stood not knowing what else to do. I walked out of the room slightly dazed.
That had to be the best kiss ever. I sighed and leand my head against one of the many broken mirrors. I stood there thinking for a moment when I heard a splash come from the lake. I rushed over to see a soaking wet Nadir.
"Hello Mademoiselle, I forgot about the trapdoor in the third cellar." I gave him a confused look. "I think it's one of his escape routes." I nodded. He got out of the lake and tried ringing the water out of his clothes.
"What are you doing here so late Nadir?" He looked around.
"I came to check on you two."
"He is trying to sleep, and I'm perfectly fine. You can leave now."
"Madame I do wish to ask you if well, he told me you had a voice."
"A voice, yes, if you're asking if I can sing." I said. He nodded and came closer.
"I don't think it's good for you to be down here for so long. The managers need and understudy for La Carlotta. Here give this to him." I nodded and took a sheet of paper from him.
"What's this?" He went to the organ and sat down.
"It's just something he wanted me to pick up for him. Oh and please do convince him to let you sing. La Carlotta has fallen ill, she lost her voice and the managers are hastily trying to find an understudy. So far the ones at the last audition were horrid. They've planned another for tomorrow evening, I'm sure Erik would not object to you being the understudy."
"Thank you." He stood and was about to leave when he turned around.
"Miss Ryder may I barrow a book? I finished the last one." I giggled slightly.
"You and those books. Sure, but make sure you return it, I don't think he would be happy if one of his books go missing and never returns." He smiled and went into the library. A few minutes later he came out.
"Good day Mademoiselle Ryder."
"Bye." I said walking to the organ and sitting on the bench. I turned my attention to the paper Nadir had given me. I began to read half out loud half to myself.
"Monsieur Phantom,
Please be aware that your presence at the next Masquerade is required. Monsieurs Firmin and Andre wish to make an announcement that I believe you should be present for.
Madame Giry" I thought for a moment. Why would he ask Nadir to bring this to him from Madame Giry? I jumped up excitedly. There was going to be a Masque Ball! I read the letter again. I got half way through when I felt an arm around my waist. "Erik!" I screamed surprised.
"Did I frighten you?" I caught my breath.
"Yes you did." I handed him the letter after he let go of me.
"What's this?" he asked.
"It's a letter from Madame Giry." He began reading. His eyes widened.
"An announcement? Well my darling would you like to attend a Masquerade next week?" I smiled.
"Yes! I would love to." I swung my arms around his neck. Then I remembered what Nadir told me. "Erik," I said letting him go. "Carlotta is ill, the managers are holding auditions tomorrow. May I go audition?" he gave me a look.
"You want to sing the lead?" He chuckled. "You know she didn't have to be sick for me to give you a lead."
"You give me the lead?" I asked.
"Yes, all I have to do is write a note to those two fools who run my theater and they will give you the part." I giggled slightly. "But if you'd like to sing I have no objections. I will take you up tomorrow for auditions. Lottie I'm sorry I wasn't able to take you today."
"It's no biggy." I said waving it off and walking over to his miniature stage.
"What?" I turned around.
"I said it's no biggy." He gave me an odd look. "It's no problem, I don't mind." He nodded and slowly looked back at the paper. "I guess its future talk."
"Oh," he said going back in his room. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." I said going to the swan room. I changed into one of the night gowns and curled up in the red Persian blankets. Tomorrow was going to be interesting. I turned over and drifted off.
Sorry kinda short but I might not be able to update for a few days, If I do I do if I don't I don't we shall see. :P