Author's Note: Still do not own Phantom of the Opera.
21
He did not mean to see the three girls in the mirror. Erik had simply been on a tour of the tunnels and passages, checking that all the entrances were still concealed and secure. It did not help that he was bored. The adrenaline from Buquet's death had worn off, and he was finding himself obsessed with the potential uses of the girl from the future. Did she know his future? How was his story to end? The idea was driving him insane, and he decided that an inspection of the Opera's tunnels would be routine enough to take his mind off of her, not to mention his Angel and the fop.
He turned the corner to the mirror passage in the dancers' dorm, intent on simply checking for any cracks or gaps in the defenses, and then leaving without any further observations. Erik had no interest in watching the silly ballet rats. He may be a Phantom, but he was not without chivalry.
As he completed the quick scan of the tunnel, he lifted his head and found himself looking out of the mirror. Stopping short, he stared.
Three girls were framed behind the tinted glass. Little Meg Giry and his Angel were standing behind a strange young woman, beaming as the unknown girl seemed to examine her own reflection. A black skirt reached down to the floor, and a slate blouse lightly hugged her curves. Her streaky blonde hair was arranged in a tight braid. The girl laughed. "I look good," came her muffled comment. The tone and pitch was unmistakable. It was Mademoiselle Abbots.
Erik gaped at the transformation. He had not recognized her out of her work clothes. His new stage manager had morphed into a very noble lady. Behind her, Christine grinned widely, and Erik felt his heart clench in pain. He could see the chain around her neck, upon which she was most likely carrying the fop's ring. He held back a growl.
Abbots reached behind her and drew the two younger girls forward to stand next to her. Resting her arms on their shoulders, she grinned into the mirror, almost appearing to be looking into Erik's eyes. "Look at us!" she cried admiringly. "We are hot!"
The three girls giggled, and Erik found his lips curling upward without his consent. Grinning into the mirror, they looked like goddesses, confident in their immortality. He could not even summon up his anger at Christine's betrayal. Looking at the joy and youth of the young women in the mirror, Erik found himself feeling something akin to happiness. "Thank you for your help darlings, but I must be off now," Abbots explained distantly, turning away. The other two also swivelled around. The spell broken, Erik spun and walked back down the tunnel, unable to quench the soft smile that lit up his masked features.
Author's Note: Just a little bonus chapter for you all in return for not posting yesterday. It's not very long, but hopefully the slight Kayla/Erik interaction will make it worth it.
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