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Erik: And this is the part where she starts to tear up.
Raoul: I have the tissue box ready *Holds up tissue*
Me: Oh shush guys. I'm just being great-
Raoul: *grabs my head and pulls me into a hug* Sh sh sh. Just let it all out
Erik: *snickers*
Me: *points at Erik and mouths* I'm going to kill you.

Anyway...Enjoy this chapter!

**Phantom's POV**

I leaned against one of the paintings in the lobby, hiding in the shadow cast against it, watching as a group of tourists went to look around my opera house. The thought of having something as magnificent as the opera populair turn into an attraction made my blood boil. This was a place where the most sought out music is supposed to take place! Not a place where sweaty men and women take pictures of an empty stage, where the best singers used to preform in front of hundreds- well, with the exception of La Carlotta. There may be some rehearsals that take place, but they have yet to perform in front of people.

Snapping my attention to a group of five tourists separating from the large group and standing near the painting which I was lounging against, I narrowed my eyes at them as I listened in to what they were saying. It didn't take long before I learned of their motive to find my lair. I've already had many encounters with ignorant people who decide to go search for my lair. Some of them come to see if I'm still alive, while some come to see my hideous deformation. Those who were lucky enough to not die from my tunnel traps, usually didn't make it back out to tell the tale of my existence before my noose was tightened around their necks. God, I need to get the lever next to the mirror fixed.

My hand unconsciously reached for the Punjab hanging against my waist as I watched them head down an opposite hallway. I quickly opened up the frame of the painting to head down the tunnel that led to the mirror in Christine's dressing room. I wasn't about to let these arrogant tourists discover my lair, now that I knew they were headed there. A thought came into mind, and before I knew it, I changed courses and headed towards the manager's office. I opened the book case that was in the office, looking around to make sure that no one was in it before quickly walking over to the large desk near the window. As quickly as possible, I ripped open the drawers of the desk in search of a piece of paper and something to write with. Settling with some odd metallic quill that these people call a 'pen' I started writing. When finished, I could hear the muffled voices of several people just outside of the door. Quickly placing the note where it was easily seen, I slipped back into my tunnel and closed the bookcase.

My cape flapped behind me and I made fast turns in order to get to the mirror in time to stop the tourists from entering. Cutting the last corner, my hands clenched around the Punjab as I saw the mirror slowly moving to the side. I swiftly stalked down the tunnel, pulling my Punjab in front of me so that I could quickly stop the people from entering. Reaching the mirror, I could see the figure getting ready to slide it further open, my hands reached out to grab her wrists, but pulled back when the manager burst through the door and dragged her away from the mirror. He glanced up, catching sight of me, and turned pale as he slid the mirror back into place. I watched him yell at the teens before turning back around to face the mirror.

"Your timing in impeccable." I mused silently to him, leaning against the side of the tunnel. I watched as a young man from the group sneered at the manager before angrily walking out of the door. The group of tourists turned to watch him leave.

The manager quickly dabbed at his forehead with his sleeve as he frantically whispered, "Forgive me, Opera Ghost, but I had to deal with one of their group members."

"You must not let this happen again." I growled, ignoring what he had told me. At my tone, he started to fiddle with his fingers as a new layer of sweat formed above his brow.

"Y-yes. You have my w-word." He nervously answered. A satisfied smirk settled onto my features.

"Sir?"

His attention was grabbed by the girl who had called out to him. I pushed away from the wall to get a better look at the girl speaking to him, although it would be hard to see much of anything since this mirror has years of grime and dirt layered on it making it difficult to see. I squinted my eyes a little to get a look at her through the dirty mirror and who I thought I'd seen made my heart stop. Time seemed to slow down, but my mind seemed to be racing. The curly hair... the soft voice... the facial features...

Christine...

I stayed rooted to my spot in a trance as I watched her delicately reach forward to shake the manager's hand.

How are you alive? Where have you been? How are you here?

I silently questioned her in my mind. I hadn't seen Christine since she left with Raoul to begin her life. One side of my mind argued that this was her. It obviously had to be her since this girl standing before me had her curls, soft spoken voice, and her facial features. The other side of my mind argued that this was not her, that Christine is long dead and that with all the grime on the mirror I can't for sure tell if it's her since I can't see her face perfectly. But I ignored that side of my mind, believing that Christine has come back. Come back to me.

Snapping out of my stupor, I watched as the manager headed out the door with the two other tourists in tow. 'Christine' stayed behind a little bit, making me quickly act, so that she'd remember that I'm here.

Come to me angel of music

I am your angel of music

I sang out in hopes that she would turn back around and come back to me. When she stiffened to listen a moment, my heart lept into my throat. She had heard me! I thought she would turn around and sing back to me, but instead she shivered and walked out of the room. My shoulders slumped forward as I watched her leave. Had she already forgotten her angel? Or had she chosen not to come to me? Clenching my jaw at the thought of her not wanting to come back to me, I turned and started off towards the managers room to listen in the little story he was going to tell them. The thought of her not coming back plagued my mind. I was her angel of music! Stopping dead in my tracks, I scoffed a little at myself. Of course she wouldn't come back. She had made it clear when she handed me back my ring and left with that...that...patron fool! I was humiliated.

No. I was more than just humiliated. I was heart broken.

My knuckles started to turn white as I clenched harder. The memory of her leaving me heart broken wouldn't leave my mind. It was burned into my skull to mock me for all eternity. That would not happen again. Oh no, this time it would end differently. She should know what pain she caused me when she left. I will make sure that this time, no one will take her from me.
This time...I'll end the story my way.

*^*^*Jace's POV*^*^*

You know that uncomfortable feeling where it feels as if someone is watching you?

That's exactly how I feel right now.

I can't tell if that singing I had heard back in Christine's dressing room was just from my imagination or if it could've been someone in another room rehearsing, although something in the back of my mind argued that it wasn't either. Some twisted part of my mind begged at the idea of it being the Phantom since we had enough proof that he could've existed with the mirror as evidence. That seemed less likely to be true though. He could be dead? Or never existed and was just a made up character? If he was real, and I had entered through the mirror, no doubt that I would've been skewered by one of his traps. Or worse.

A shiver ran down my spine as I touched my neck at the thought of having a rope tightened around my windpipe. Unknowingly, I had picked up my pace and was now by Elle's side as we followed the manager to his office. Elle cast a questioning glance at me, studying my face before looking forward again.

"Your face is white." She commented casually. Mack peeked his head out a little to get a look at my face before nodding in agreement. "Is there something wrong Jay?" she added.

I quickly shook my head while trying to think up a lie since telling her what I heard would result in being dubbed as insane and obsessed. "I'm, uh, just worried that we'll get into some pretty deep shit, um, with the director when she finds out that we weren't with the group." I said slowly. I did a little happy dance at how convincing I sounded since I'm one of those people who are terrible at lying.

She seemed to buy it as her own eyes widened and she looked at Mack, "Oh yeah, what are we going to do about that? She'll kill us when she finds out!"

It seems the manager had overheard our little conversation, because he waved a dismissive hand, calling over his shoulder, "Don't worry about that. I won't tell her anything."

A harsh laugh left my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest, "You obviously haven't met anyone like our director. She'll chew our heads off as soon as she realizes that we have been missing the whole time."

The manager stopped for a second and bobbed his head to either side, seemingly weighing his options. It would take a whole boat load of buttering-up to get her to drop our absence. The last time someone decided to ditch the group while we were out and our director found out... lets just say that she and the guy she had been making kissing faces with got the most evil look and scolding of a life time. Not to mention that when her parents found out, they grounded her for about 2 years.

"I'll work something out." The manager said at last.

I turned and gave Elle a questionable look, but she just waved it off like saying "We'll deal with it later"

As we came into view of the managers office entrance, I let a smirk cross my lips when I spotted Taylor sitting on a chair outside of his office, and a security guard questioning why she was roaming around the opera. She looked behind his large figure and let a wicked smile cross her features, probably thinking that we also got caught. Oh this is gonna be good...

"See?! I was with them!" She called out, the security guard turning around to get a look at us.

"Do you guys know her?" The security guard asked in a thick French accent.

We all exchanged a look before I stepped forward and questioningly looked at Taylor before turning to the security guard and clearing my throat. "I don't remember her coming with us."

The guard nodded his head and turned back to continue his questioning with Taylor, who looked comical with her mouth hanging open in shock. Elle stifled a giggle as the manager unlocked his door and let us inside. Mack patted my shoulder in praise for my lying skills.

"That was so mean! But so hilarious!" Elle whispered when I entered the room.

Yes, I do admit that it was pretty rude to leave Taylor in the dust like that, but it's not like she didn't deserve it. I had spent years being taunted by that girl. She has even gone as far as to take my first copy of The Phantom of The Opera and rip it up saying that I always read "this crap." and that it made no sense. So I guess you could say that karma had finally come and nipped her in the butt.

The manager settled down in his large chair, and motioned us to also take a seat. "Before I start. I want you guys to know that I am not crazy. I am perfectly sane, though what I am about to tell you might question my sanity."

Elle rose an eyebrow and looked at me. I was at the edge of my seat, completely enthralled with learning that the Phantom might actually be alive.

The manager looked between all of us before taking a deep breath, leaning into his seat, and running a hand through his hair, "It all started in 1870..."

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Alright...so I went back and made this chapter a bit longer and changed some of the phantom's thoughts, since it was a crappy update before :/

Sorry again for the short chapter. But please don't abandon this story just yet. More action to come next chapter! Don't forget to review and follow if you haven't done so already!

Until next chapter! :)