Hello, my friends! :D I'm really excited to show you this, since it's one of my first fanfics. I wrote it several months ago, so please, feel free to help me out here! Just review and tell me what you think, ok? Thanks, m'dears. I love you all :)
Erik: *disdainful sniff*
Me: Rude. Anyway, I don't own Erik, nor any characters mentioned that are from the original book/play/movie. All rights belong to Andrew Lloyd Weber and Gaston Leroux.
Chapter 1- Change
May 16, 2013 6:30 AM
The knob squeaked as it turned. Lacey winced. Carefuly she slid out of the shower and grabbed a towel. The steam from the shower had warmed the entire room and fogged up the mirror. With a sigh, she leaned over the counter to rub a circle on the mirror with her wrist. She looked the same as always, with her extremely dirty blonde hair(it was so dark people thought it was light brown) and lightly tanned skin. The only striking thing about her was her violet eyes. They were very rare and scientifically known as Alexandria's Genesis. The plus side of having her purple eyes ( other than the fact that thye are her favorite color) is that she doesn't grow hair (other than on her head or eyebrows) and no period! Her best friend, Thalia Chári, is always reminding her of how lucky she has it. Lacey didn't mind, not really.
Lacey looked at herself again. She didn't really stand out in a crowd. Her complexion was realtively clear, as there was no giant zits dominating her face or anything. Her hair was always perfectly straightened and fell down to the bottom of her rib cage. Her bangs were slanted and slightly wavy from consistently tucking her hair behind her ear. She wasn't very thin, but she wasn't fat either, just a happy medium. Her chest wasn't large, but her breasts were rather prominent. Lacey was actually very pretty, in a natural way. She didn't load her face with makeup because she hated the feeling of the makeup suffocating her pores. She normally just settled for mascara and thick eyeliner, making her eyes seem a little darker, more intimidating. People tend to underestimate her because of her soft, kind features.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she reached for her pile of clothes. Monday, yet again. Another day of being in that weird in between limbo at school. Her small hands reached down and pulled on her underwear, then her jean capris. The purple T-shirt she wore spelled, ' We meet again Monday.' On the back it said, ' Now leave.' With a chuckle at her shirt she shoved her dark blue cell phone in her back pocket and turned to leave the bathroom. Only then did she notice the strange light pink marks appearing on the top right half of her face. They started at her cheekbone and went up to her forehead. It stretched from the middle of her nose to her ear. She scrubbed at it, hoping it would come off. She crubbed until her entire face was red, but it still didn't come off. With another sigh, she turned and thought no more of it, because, there's no way it's going to stay there, right?
May 16, 2013 7:00 AM
" Hey Lace!" Lacey smiled to herself and turned around to greet her redheaded best friend, Thalia Chári. You could always spot Thalia in a crowd due to her hair. It had been naturally blonde until she decided she was going to dye it deep red with teal ends. Most people would think that it would look awful, but somehow, she makes it work.
"Hey there, Grace." 'Grace' was the meaning of Thalia's last name. It had originated in Greece, because it was the name of one of the was the Muse of comedy and Thalia Chári was definately the comic relief out of all her friends. But she was also a dancer, and a good one at that. That's where the 'grace' came in. As a matter of fact, she was auditioning as Meg Giry in the upcoming school play, Phantom of the Opera. Lacey herself was going to try out for the role of Meg's best friend, and the lead role, Christine Daae. Thalia called it a chance for Lacey to 'show the world the real Lacey Gray.' In all honesty, both girls were very excited. The had seen Andrew Lloyd Weber's musical when they were both 11 and loved it. Needless to say, they were hardcore Erik/Christine shippers. Soon after the play they watched the 2004 movie and fell in love with Gerard Butler's hypnotic voice. At 13 they bought the book by Gaston Leroux. Now at 17, they were still huge fans.
"Are you ready Mademoiselle Daae?" Thalia asked teasingly. She spoke in her best French accent.
"Quite, Little Giry. Although, I can't say I'm excited to hear our lovely leading soprano." Her best friend scoffed.
"La Carlotta sounds like a dying cat mixed with with a humpback whale."
"The other day I saw the stagehands shoving pieces of cotton in their ears."
"Then they are very wise. I wonder if they're willing to share!" Laughing, the friends went their separate ways, Lacy to art, and Thalia to Physical World Honors
Lacey strode into art with a bright smile on her face and sidled into her seat in the middle of the classroom. She always liked her seat because she had a great view out the window, of today's lesson, and of Brantley (Brant) Chriswell. Lacey had a hugevcrush on him since her first day here at Midtown High. And no one can blame her for crushing on the school's Goldwn Boy. Brant, with his shaggy golden hair, shining blue eyes, and witty sense of humor that made even the toghest teachers crack a smile. Of course, the fact that he is well muscled and on the football team always helps.
Lacey shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Brant would never go for a girl like her, not when his last girlfriend was Kim Schneider, the most popular girl in high school.
To calm herself, she took out her sketchpad. The assignment for today was to draw something beautiful that could be commonly found, but was a bit different from others. Without hesitation she leaned over and began to sketch a single, red rose. Around the stem she drew a black silk ribbon, tied into a knot. By this time there was half the class left so, she drew three teardrops on the ground next to the rose. Without a word she tore out the picture and put it on Mr. James's desk. The art teacher had nothing for her to do so she returned to her steat and pulled out her earbuds. She scrolled through her song list until she found 'Think of Me' which was her audition piece. Lacey closed her eyes, and listened as Emmy Rossum's voice flawlessly reached each note. That's when she felt the tap on her knee. She opened her eyes and looked confusedly at the paper on her desk. Unable to deny her curiousity, she reached over and opened the small slip of paper.
I saw your drawing. Where'd you learn to draw like that? B.C.
Lacey's eyes widened and she blushed. The only person in the room with those intials was Brant. She bent over and wrote, 'Nowhere. It's something I've always been able to do.' Still blushing she leaned foreward and tossed the paper onto his desk. The response came back in seconds.
You're really good. I wish I could draw like that. She smiled and said,
The quaterback of the Midtown Lions wishes he could DRAW like ME? What's next? Flying unicorns? When Brant got the paper he smiled then laughed. She had made Brant Chriswell laugh!
'Well, I can cross that off my bucket list.' Lacey thought.
Sh! Dont tell anyone. A man's reputation is all a man has, after all.
Oh, and now you're quoting Tangled! Anything else I should know?
If I remember correctly, Flynn Rider said, ' a man's fake reputation'
So you don't deny it!
No. But it may not be in your best interest to speak of it XD
Oh, handing threats out now, are we? And I thought we were getting along quite well! I'm hurt, Brant, hurt. When he read that he laughed so hard tht most of the class turned to stare at him. He waved his hand at them and began scribbling on the paper.
Ok, you HAVE to give me your number. You're hilarious!
861-725-6092
Awesome. Mine's 861-230-5489. (So you know it's me) Lacey chuckled, proud of herself for somehow gaining Brant's attention. The two of them texted each other until the class ended. When Lacey had gathered up her stuff she turned to Brantn and said, "Listen, I've got auditions, but I'll text you afterwards, ok?" When he nodded, she left, feeling in a better mood than when she entered it.
May 16, 2013 8:00 AM
"What has got you in such a good mood, hmmm?" Thalia asked. For the audition the girls were required to wear the costume their character would wear during their audition piece. So, Thalia was helping Lacey lace up the corset and her dress while Lacey curled her hair into tight ringlets.
"Brant Chriswell asked for my number." Lacey revealed and she tensed, waiting for the squeal of excitement.
Just as predicted, Thalia squealed and clapped. "Yes! It's about time!" Lacey laughed and handed her ecstatic friend the star-shaped crystals to put in her hair. When she was done, Lacey stood and left the dressing room with Thalia trailing behind. Once outside, she hugged her friend.
"Rupture a kidney!" Thalia told her.
"Pull a hamstring!" Her response made Thalia smile and she turned to walk to the stage. As she walked she heard Thalia say to the other people, "What? Break a leg's so cliché and the sentiment's the same, isn't it?"
"What's your name, my dear girl?" Mr. Jenson's question jerked her back to reality.
"Lacey Gray, Monsieur." Came her quiet reply. Nodding their heads, the 3 judges picked up the script. Mr. Jenson was Monsieur Reyer, Mr. James as Monsieur André, and Mr. Carmelo as Monsieur Firman.
"Beginning of the aria, then, Mademoiselle." Said Mr. Jenson.
"André this is doing nothing for my nerves." Said Mr. Carmelo.
"Oh, she's very pretty." Mr. James consoled him.
"Think of me,
Think of me fondly,
When we've said goodbye!
Remeber me,
Every so often,
Promise me you'll try.
On that day,
That not so distant day,
When you are far away and free,
If you ever find a moment,
Spare a thought for me!
And though it's clear,
Though it was always clear,
That this was never meant to be,
If you happen to remember,
Stop and think of me!
Think of August when the world was green,
Don't think about the way things might have been.
Think of me,
Think of me waking silent and resigned.
Imagine me,
Trying too hard to put you from my mind.
Think of me,
Please say you'll think of me,
Whatever else you choose to do,
There will never be a day when I won't think of you!
Flowers fade,
The fruit of summer fades,
They have their seasons so do we,
But please promise me that somestimes you will think...
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhh!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhh!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhh-ahahahhhh-ahahahahhh
Ahhhhhhof me!"
The three judges stared at her, unable to comprehend how such a gorgeous voice could come out of her small body. Then one by one, they stood and clapped for her with calls of,"Brava!" and, "Stupenda!" As they were still quoting the men they were portraying. And in the back stood Brant. He was clapping the hardest of them all and was cheering her name. Then Thalia, dressed as Meg, ran onstage and did something no one expected. She began to sing the next song.
"Christine, Christine?
Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really, you were perfect.
I only wish I knew you secret.
Who is your brave tutor?" Lacey smiled and continued the song.
"Father once spoke of an angel.
I used to dream he'd appear.
Now as I sing I can sense him,
And I know he's here!
Here, in this room, he calls me softly,
Somewhere inside, hiding.
Somehow I know he's always with me
Here, the unseen genius." Thalia pretended to look concerned as she went on.
"Christine, you must have been dreaming.
Stories like this can't come true.
Christine, you're talking in riddles
And it's not like you!" From there they sang in unison,
"Angel of Music,
Guide and guardian,
Grant to me your glory!
Angel of Music,
Hide no longer,
Secret and strange Angel."
The men clapped even harder for the both of them. Mr. Carmelo said, "I think we have found our Christine and our Meg! The friendship between you girls is obvious. You two have your parts. No go, my dears, find your Angel of Music." Giggling, the two of them ran off the stage. Lacey gripped Thalia's hand, shocked by what had just happened to them. In that moment she had truly felt like Christine.
"Lacey! That was...wow! Not only can you draw, but you can sing too?" The blonde turned at the sound of Brant's voice. Thalia, having noticed Brant, gave her a mischievous wink and flounced off. Lacey reminded herself to get Thalia for that later.
"Thanks, Brant. What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have class?"
"Nope. And besides, I wanted to see you perform. I don't regret a second of it." He smiled warmly and Lacey melted under his gaze. "Listen, there's a party at Andrew Martinez's house, and I was wondering... if maybe you would come?" She couldn't help but wince. Her parents were very grade-oriented and they would not be keen on her staying out late.
"I'll have to see what I can do. Can I take my friend Thalia with me? My parents might be more willing if she came too."
"That's fine. The more, the merrier, right? So, I guess I'll see you there?" Lacey smiled.
"Maybe." But as Brant walked away, she couldn't shake this sense of foreboding. Something was going to happen that night, she was sure of it.
May 16, 2013 7:45 PM
"Are you excited, Lace?" Said Thalia. The two girls were seated in the back of a taxi, chatting about the party. Their parents had both agreed to let them come to Brant's party as long as they promised to be back by 10:30. Lacey chose to wear her best hlouse and skinny jeans, along with a light jacket. Thalia wore a loose top and black skinny jeans.
"Of course I am! I've been waiting 3 years for this day, I've never been this excited in my entire life!"
The redhead laughed and pulled out a tube of lipstick out.
"Come 'ere darlin'. I has gots to get you lookin' all nice and purdy for Brant." Lacey obediently turned to face Thalia. But when she did, her friend's facial expresion changed from happiness, to shock, to sadness. She almost dropped the tube of lipstick.
"Lacey..your face. Don't freak out, but it-your face looks like the Phantom's." Terrified, Lacey raised her hand up to where the pink marks had been that morning. Sure enough, the skin was swollen in places. Grabbing Thalia's mirror, she saw the once smooth skin looked red and irritated. Her skin seemed to have scars and there were parts of it looked bloated. She was a freak.
Lacey flung the mirror away and curled into a ball, facing out the window. When the tears came she violently wiped them away. Sadness is not an emotion she can display anymore. It is a weakness.
"Lacey...Little Violet," Thalia's voice called out softly to Lacey from her seat next to her. When she didnt respond, Thalia reached over and grabbed Lacey's chin, forcing her distraught friend to look at her.
"Little Violet, do you really think I am as petty as Javert to hurt you for my own pleasure? You're the sister I never had. I would never turn away from you, no matter what you looked like. I thought you knew that." Her friend's words caused more tears to appear in Lacey's eyes.
"How do I know you won't turn from me? A lot of people are going to do that because of how I look now. My own family might do the same. How are you any different?" Thalia smiled.
"Because just like you, I've seen the Phantom so may times without his mask off and I wasn't afraid. This new face does not make you the Devil's Child.I know for a fact that that is something you are not." Convinced, Lacey leaned her head on Thalia's shoulder and pulled up her hood.
"You haven't called me Little Violet since we were kids."
"I know."
May 16, 2013 8:00 PM
"Lacey, Thalia, you guys made it!" Brant's voice rang out from across the room. Thalia suggested that they go home, but Lacey had refused to not come, saying it would be rude. The two girls shared a look, then made their way through the crowd towards him. Lacey pulled on her hood, praying to God that Brant wouldn't see.
"Hey, Brant." They chorused. He laughed.
"You two are joined at the hip, aren't you?" In a louder voice he said, "Hey guys, come meet our Meg and Christine! " The whole party simultaneously turned to peer curiously at the two new kids (seniors) who had gotten major roles in the school play. Then one by one, people started to shout, "Sing! Sing! Sing!" Unable to deny such a large crowd, the two girls walked up to the stage to pick a song. Making sure their backs were to the crowd, Thalia leaned over and whispered, "How are you going to sing without them seeing your face?"
"I don't know. But I don't have much of a choice do I?" Not convinced, her redheaded friend scanned her face. With a shrug, she returned to look at the music. Seconds later her face brightened. Lacey could practically see the lightbulb go off in her head.
"What if you sang one of the songs from Phantom of the Opera to show why you got the lead, then we could sing a duet?" Lacey nodded her consent and Thalia walked over to the microphone to tell the other students their plan. When she backed away Lacey took her place.
"Hi guys, so I'm going to be singing 'Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again' from the show. I hope you guys like it. But be warned it's a sad song about grieving, so try not to cry too much." She tugged on the edge of her hood, so her face was better hidden, then nodded at Thalia to start the song.
"You were once my one companion.
You were all that mattered.
You were once a friend and father,
Then my world was shattered.
Wishing you were somehow here again,
Wishing you were somehow near.
Sometimes it seemed
If I just dreamed,
Somehow you would be here.
Wishing I could hear your voice again,
Knowing that I never would.
Dreaming of you
Won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could.
Passing bells and sculted angels,
Cold and monumental,
Seem for you the wrong companions;
You were warm and gentle.
Too many years
Fighting back tears.
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again,
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive,
Teach me to live,
Give me the strength to try!
No more memories,
No more silent tears!
No more gazing across the wasted years.
Help me say goodbye...
Help me say...goodbye!"
That same stunned silence greeted her last note before the thunderous applause drowned out all sound. There were cat calls, cheers, and several tears. All she could do was blush, nod, and shuffle back to Thalia's side. They stood, there considering what song to do next. The girls wanted to sing something that would serve as a tribute to Erik, and to Lacey's new face. So, they chose Christina Perri's "Human"
"I can hold my breath.
I can bite my tongue.
I can stay awake for days
If that's what you want.
Be your number 1.
I can fake a smile.
I force a laugh.
I can dance and play the part ,
If that's what you ask.
Give you all I am.
I can do it.
I can do it.
I can do it.
But I'm only human.
And I bleed when I fall down.
I'm only human.
And I crash and I break down.
Your words in my head,
Knives in my heart,
You build me up,
And then I fall apart
I'm only human.
I can turn it on.
Be a good machine.
I can hold the weight of worlds
If that's what you need.
Be your everything.
I can do it.
I can do it.
I'll get through it.
I'm only human
And I bleed when I fall down.
I'm only human
Amd I crash and I break down.
Your words in my head,
Knives in my heart,
You build me up and then I fall apart
'Cause I'm only human.
I'm only human.
I'm only human.
Just alittle human!
I can take so much
Till I've had enough.
'Cause I'm only human!
And I bleed when I fall down!
I'm only human!
And I crash and I break down.
Your words in my head,
Knives in my heart,
You build me up,
And then I fall apart.
'Cause I'm only human."
The cheers for the two friends were deafening. While shooting bashful smiles to the crowd, they made their way down the stage and into the crowd. Slowly the cheers died down but immediately Lacey noticed something was up. That's when it hit her. Thalia was gone! Lacey's breathing began to speed up and she began to panic, very aware how close some people would come to seeing her face.
Just then a hand clamped down on her shoulder and she turned, hoping it was Thalia. It wasn't.
"Hey, where are you going?" Brant's eyes peered curiously into hers and she jerked her face away, wanting to protect him from the monstrosity that is her face.
"Nowhere. Just looking for Thalia."
"Well, here, I'll help." He took her hand and guided her through the crowd. Lacey kept her head low, aware of the staring eyes.
Then Brant stopped in front of a door. He looked back at Lacey, then gently pushed the door open. She rushed inside the dark room and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Only when she could see did she frown. Thalia wasn't here.
Lacey looked over her shoulder at Brant. He had closed the door and he was watching her with a strange look in her eyes.
"Brant," Lacey began carefully. "where is Thalia?" He smiled and pushed off the wall.
"Why does it matter? We're alone now, aren't we?" Lacey's eyes widened as she understood his meaning. Before she had a chance to react, Brant had her pinned against the wall and was kissing her, hard. His hands that had rested on her shoulders slid down to take a hold of her hips. But Lacey knew she had to break away because what if he touched her face? But, even as she reached for the doorknob, she felt her train of thought disappearing. Her hands came up to hold him closer. She felt no love, but she liked the way he was holding her. She relished in the taste of his mouth while his tongue explored hers. Then he wrenched away from her.
"WHAT is wrong with your FACE?" Brant was staring at her, his face a mixture of horror and disgust so strong that Lacey winced. He had taken of her hood.
"I-I d-don't know." She stuttered. His reaction to her face had frightened her.
"You're a FREAK, now! Before you were hot, but now-just stay away from me, monster." He charged at the door but begore he could open it, Lacy blocked his path.
"Please, just-just don't tell anyone." His once adorable blue eyes glared down at her like chips of ice.
"Trust me, I won't. Who would belive me when you were fine 5 hours ago?" At that he stalked out. Lacey put her hood back on and watched him go. She barely noticed when Thalia walked up to stand next to her.
"We should go." Thalia nodded, taking note of the blankness on Lacey's face, and they left.
May 16, 2013 9:00 PM
"Mom, Dad, we need to talk." Lacey's parents shared a look and sat on the couch in front of the chair where Lacey not sat. Lacey looked nervously at Thalia, seeking reassurance. At Thalia's encouraging nod, Lacey sighed and faced her parents. Before she could lift her hands to her hood her parents blurted, "Who's the father?" Lacey was so startled that she laughed.
"What? No, I'm not pregnant! Just give me a moment to speak, will you?" Embarrassed, her parents nodded. She breathed in deeply to calm her nerves, then squeezed her eyes shut, lifted her hood, and raised her head. Then all Hell broke loose.
"My baby! My beautiful, beautiful baby!" Lacey opened her eyes to glance at her mother. Mirabella Gray was on her knees, sobbing, and looking up to the heavens. "Why God, do you hate me so?" Lacey couldn't help but feel choked up as she watched her mother in this state. Fearing the same, she turned her head to look at her father. And he was furious. He glared at her in hatred and disgust.
"You are no child of mine," he hissed. "you have been marked by the Devil, himself. In fact, I have no doubt that you are not my child. That slut," he pointed at Lacey's mother. "must have slept with the King of Demons himself to produce such a disgusting MONSTER as you!" Lacey watched in horror as her father, the great Bernard Gray flipped over at table and didn't look back at his broken family.
With this final rejection, Lacey began to sob, and she ran upstairs to her room, with Thalia right behind.
"Why do they hate me?" She cried when the door closed.
"I don't know, sweetheart, I don't know." Thalia murmured into her hair.
Lacey cried herself to sleep that night, her cries mingling with the sobs of her mother downstairs.
May 31, 2014 12:26 PM
Lacey closed her book as Thalia entered the apartment. After her big reveal, Lacey woke to find her father gone, and a large arrangement of wide-hooded jackets waiting for her in her closet. Thalia left that morning, only to come back later after telling her mother she was going to stay at Lacey's for a few days. For two whole months Lacey was forced to wear those jackets and even then, her mother sobbed the moment she would see her daughter. Tired of her mother's constant crying, Lacey moved into her new apartment in August with Thalia. The first time Lacey left her apartment was to get her first mask and that had been...interesting. When she first walked In, the man asked her to remove her hood so he could choose the correct mask. Against her better judgement, Lacey complied, which resulted two women fainting and their husbands grabbing the nearest display rack and crying, "Dear God!" But the salesman was unfazed as he ran Into the back saying that he had the perfact mask for her. When he returned, he held a white mask In his hands. It fit her like a glove, and somehow managed to make her look intimidating, graceful, and downright beautiful all at the same time. But Lacey has never been out in public since.
The man's name was Alec and he has been a good friend to the two girls. To this day, when he's off work, he'll come down for tea or to help Lacey with her masks. On his first few visits he had agreed to teach her how to make her own masks. She now has around 50, and all but four are pure white. Two are pale pink -for special occasions- and two black, for not-so-special occasions. Like If she ever had to go to a funeral or terrify someone.
Now as Lacey watched Thalia put her groceries away, she felt a small prick of jealousy. Thalia could go out in public and not be gawked at, and her parents didn't disown her, and she could leave of her own free will. Laxey brushed off these emotions for her growing hatred of the general public. With each day, her attitude was becoming more and more like that of Erik, the Opera ghost.
Still, she stood and put a smile on her face as she greeted her friend.
"So, what's on your mind?" Lacey asked curiously. Being forced Into solitude gives you plenty of free time. One of Lacey's newest tricks is her ability to read people like a book and Thalia swears that Lacey can "tell you what you're feeling and thinking before you even know it yourself."
"You're going to love this!" The redhead burted out.
"Oh? And pray tell, what is it that I am going to love?" She gave Thalia one of her signature raised eyebrows.
"Well, my parents and your mother have been talking and-oh, Lace you don't have to make that sour face when I talk about your mom- and they agreed to let us move to Paris! "
"Paris! No, really?" Lacey couldn't deny the excitement building up in her.
"And guess what historical landmark just so happens to be nearby, that just so happens to be needing a new ballet girl? The Opera Populaire!"
"We're going to the Opera House?"
"Yes! I called in and they are willing to accept me into their ballet program as soon as we get there! Imagine all the operas!"
"Imagine the music!" Thalia grinned. In her free time, Lacey had been taking music lessons and she now had an even better voice, and could compose her own music. Plus she could play the flute, piccolo, clarinet, oboe, cello, violin, harp, and the organ.
And within two months the girls had packed and were on their flight to Paris.
July 22, 2015 11:00 AM
Lacey watched in amusement as her friend skipped toward the Opera House. Today was her first day, and she had blackmailed Lacey so she would come. Now, Lacey clung to the shadows as she followed her enthusiastic friend. Since their move to Paris, Lacey and begun to wear all black. Today she wore a close fitting top, skinny black jeans and black Vans. She even purchased a black cloak that tied around her neck, swished when she walked, and had a wide hood. Her curled blonde hair, white skin, red lips, and white mask tood out against the darkness of her attire. She looked like a panther. Beautiful, yet, dangerous.
"Ah, you must be Miss Chári!" One of the managers said to Thalia. He was a tall man, with a mustache and short, gray hair. Monsieur Meilleur. "Well, I think you'll do just fine here, if I do say so myself." The other manager, Monsieur Phillippe, added. Lacey hissed in distaste at his not-so-subtle inspection her her friend's figure. But she knew better to jump out at them. Not yet.
As she slunk along the wall, her hand passed over a small button. At first she thought it was nothing, until she felt the crease in the wall. Curious, she leaned on the wall. And sure enough, it caved in a bit. Excited now, Lacey pressed the button, and the door opened with a small groan, a door opened up. Lacey flinched and looked back, but no one seemed to have heard. So , she took a step forward and entered the blackness. Her sight in the dark had improved to the point that her eyes acted like night vision goggles. She could see in almost perfect clarity in the dark. But, just to be safe, she reached into her pocket and turned on her lighter. In front of her was a long hallway, with burnt out torches decorating both sides of the wall.
Carefully, she took one of the torches and lit it. She tiptoed went down the steps, knowing full well that traps were all over the floor. Twice, she almost fell down into the deep pits that lay underneath trick floors.
That's when she found the boat on the lake. It was a black gondola with silver accents. And at the head of the boat was a silver skull.
Lacey began to formulate her own Ideas of where she was going as she steered the boat through the murky water. And as she went along she couldn't help but sing 'Phantom of the Opera' quietly to herself.
She had found it. The Phantom's lair.
So? What did you think? Please, tell me in your reviews! I promise to bring Erik in soon, but no, I don't plan on and Lacey/Erik stuff. I'm a huge Christine/Erik shipper myself, so odds are, he'll still stay loyal to her, his first (and possibly only) love.
A few questions that I would really appreciate if you all answered (not required):
1. What did you think of my OCs? Do they need some work? Please, constructive criticism only. I plan to continue with this story, not shut it down and lose all my self-esteem.
did you think of Lacey's story?
3. Any big mistakes that I should go back over? I'm terrified that I might have missed something...
Thanks so much guys! Until next time :)
I remain, your obedient servant,
~P.G