The Same (A PotO Phan-fic)

Chapter 3

A/n: Alrighty here is the third chapter! This one is gonna be in Eriks p.o.v. so he finally has a chapter! (/^▽^)/ Thank you all again for your support it means a lot!
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.Erik.

I sat in my usual box while watching over the rehearsals for Hannibal. I was rather board with today; the rehearsals were always boring, especially with the ballet rats prancing around. Although I did keep my eyes on my lovely Christine. How graceful she looked as she twirled; it made a small smile appear on my face. I heard the call of the Manager Lefevre which slowly made my smile turn into a frown.

'Why must he have to butt in on everything?' I mumble, not really caring what he was saying. But the girl with him pirked my interest. I could already tell the girl wasn't from Paris nor from France. She wore a light blue, almost grey dress and black gloves, her light blonde hair hanged down rebelliously, barely passing her shoulder blades but what caught me off was her eyes. They were a light green, almost reminded him of seafoam. I couldn't help but feel drawn to this foreign girl.

I shook my head of these thoughts and watched her, Meg, and Madame Giry walk into the right wings, presumably going to her office. I quickly left Box 5 and ran through one of my many passages that leads to Madame Giry's office. I got there before the three and hid in the shadows, awaiting for them to enter. Only a minute passed and they walked in. Silence filled the room before Madame Giry spoke.

"Is John alright?" Giry asked in a whisper, I could hear the worry in her voice.

"Yes, he's in full health and still enjoys singing." She replied with a smile. I could now confirm where she is from her accent. Ireland.

"I'm glad my old friend is well. I'll take you in as a ballerina. My daughter Meg will show you around." She jestered towards the blonde ballerina who gave a curtsie towards the Irish lady. Madame Giry gave her the warning about wandering around in my Opera House at night. "Now Meg, go and show Ms. Barrett around." The two ballerinas left quickly, leaving Giry and I alone. She let out a sigh and sat her chair. "Erik, I know your in here.."

I step out of the shadows and she had turned to face me. I kept a scowl on my face and rose an eyebrow, "Since when did you allow girls to join the ballet so simply?" I asked.

"An old friend of mine has asked to take her under my wing and watch over her. And I shall look over her. He said she is a remarkable dancer and I shall believe his judgment." I now stood in front of Giry.

"And what is her name?"

"Layla Barrett. Now please Erik, I must speak with the costume designers." She pushed passed me and walked out her office. I grumbled a few swears and exited her office the same way she did. I stayed in the shadows like I always did; heading towards the catwalks of the stage. I saw Meg and that Irish girl named Layls walking down the hall, talking and giggling. I kept my gaze in her, almost hypnotized by her. I saw her looking around with a confused glance. I smirked, 'Ah, she picked up on me watching her.'

I turned away from Layla and continued to the catwalks. I knew the dancers and my beloved Christine would not be there but I must know if things are running smoothly; maybe frighten Manager Lefevre, and also terrorize some of the performers. I shook my head once more as thoughts of that damn foreign woman. 'I have lessons with Christine tonight, I need to be focused.'