Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I was on a vacation of sorts, but now I'm back and decided to write, of course after a good dose of Skyrim.

"Monsieur Phantom?" Lorna asked, placing a roast on a mahogany table. Since her and Erik's last confrontation, he had insisted that she prepared dinner and also write a short letter to her brother. She would have instantly refused, but she had asked what she could do for him and he answered her. Her letter was finished while the food cooked, so now all she had to do was wait for Erik to decide to eat.

"What is it child? I'm busy right now", Erik replied, hands hovering above the untouched, ivory keys of his organ.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked, her eyes wide and innocent, as she softly sat into a chair at the table. Why did he bring her here? Erik shook his head of all excuses and walked to the chair opposite of her. He took scantily any food.

"My dear, because you intrigue me." He ate the few pieces of food on his plate, barely glancing to the shocked look on Lorna's face.

"I..intrigue you?"

"Yes, dear", He replied curtly, " I suppose you could say I find you entertaining, or, in other words, you fascinate me in a way." Lorna slumped back, her mouth agape. Dropping the subject, she continued on with her questions.

"Well, um, Monsieur? What is your name? You already know mine and I'm quite sure that it isn't just 'Phantom'. I don't wish to continue calling you that anyway."

"Erik. Now stop this useless interrogation, I must go." He rose from his seat and started towards the boat.

"Wait! Monsieur..Erik!" She almost flung herself over the table. He stopped and looked at his captive. "Will you ever let me go?" He stared her down for what seemed endless to Lorna. Finally, he trudged to his boat, quickly getting in it. He pushed it off, still refusing to meet her gaze.

"No."

"But Monsieur-"

"It is not the Opera Ghost! You're all convinced by forgery!"

"But the note clearly states that the sender was 'O.G.', which, I know, stands for Opera Ghost! Don't you remember the whole confrontation with Christine Daae and the Count de Chagney?"

"How could I forget?! But a whole mob went down to his lair to kill him, but he was gone! No where to be found!"

"Yes, and now he's taken another young woman hostage, namely my sister!"

"I tell you, this is not the Opera Ghost. Your sister must have run off somewhere. Maybe she eloped or...anything! But there is no chance of the Opera Ghost to have taken her! When will you see that?!"

"Lorna would never have done that! She barely had anyone interested in her at all, anyway. But the note! It is signed O.G.!"

"It is not the Ghost!"

"Fine! If I will not find any help with you, Monsieur, I will have to save her myself!" And with that the brunette man, Draco, marched out of the Policeman's office, leaving the moustached officer behind. Grumbling to himself, he plopped down on the stairs leading into the building of Police.

"Sir? I couldn't help but notice that you were in distress, so, if I may, is there anyway I could help?" Draco looked at the intruder of his space through his dark bangs. The man was tall with tan skin. He had short, almost black, hair and dark, emerald eyes that twinkled with a sort of mischief. Draco scoffed.

"My sister has been kidnapped."

"Kidnapped?"

"Yes. By O.G."

"When you say 'O.G.', you don't mean..?"

"The Opera Ghost. Yes. Here", he held up the note, "It says so here." The man took the paper from his hands. When he finished with it, he carefully gave it back.

"Maybe I could help you, sir." Draco glanced suspiciously at him. "I have no ill intentions, sir. I just want to help."

Draco still stared disbelievingly at him, but eventually gave in to the man's pleading look.

"Okay then", Draco sighed out to the man, still not sure of him.

"Well then. Since we will be working together, Aiden Gladius. And yours?"

"Draco. Draco Belndia." They shook hands.

"So, Draco, do you have any leads-" At that, a figure shoved between the two men. They both looked at each other with confused glances and watched the man walk away into the shadows.

"Well I'll be", Draco started, "Some people really have no manners." Draco spotted a white parchment sticking out of the other man's coat and so told him so. Draco pulled out the letter and, after finishing, paled. Aiden took it from him and to read.

Kind Monsieur's,

I had figured that my previous warning would not keep you away, Draco, so I have set a more meaningful one in motion.
Lorna is a sweet woman and has taken up the cleaning and cooking in my, our, home.
Sadly, this will not be our home for much longer.
We will be leaving soon.
No worries, I have let Lorna write you a goodbye, it is behind this one.

As for Aiden.
You are very quick to help a man in need, but you're actions are in vain.
In fact, it is you who has caused this course of events, but oh well.
You will never learn to stay out of my business, will you?

With best regards,

O.G.

Aiden cringed slightly, but flipped over to Lorna's note.

Dear Brother,

Please, do not worry for me, I am as safe as I will get in the company of the Phantom.
He is relatively kind to me, so do not fret over my well being.

I must tell you that I had that dream again.
The one with the fire of the house, and with father.
Do not worry over that either, brother.
I am fine.
Farewell.

Your sister,

Lorna

"It seems that the Ghost has been watching more than I had previously thought."

I didn't really want to end this chapter there, but oh well. It's late and I'm tired. I curse my brain for giving me ideas so late at night. Anyways. I hadn't previously planned for this to happen, but this is what my brain decided and I'm worried where it will take this.

I also have finished reading The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux. My thoughts of Erik have matured, I might say. But he's still one hot monkey.

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