The Same (A PotO Phan-fic)

Chapter 5

.Erik.

I continued watching the rehearsals' the next day only this time, the new Irish ballet rat has joined them. And surprisingly she was a fast learner but something was off. I kept my gaze on her and noticed she had her gloves still on. I looked at her questionably. 'Why does she still have them on?' I silently asked myself. I tore my gaze away from her and put my focas on Christine.

She had a small smile on her face and her brown curls were kept back as she practiced dancing. My lips curved up as I watched her dance but eyes kept trailing back to Layla. Her smile was more of grin as she followed the steps Meg was teaching her; she dances gracefully. But I noticed something in her eyes. She's hiding something and I have a feeling it is something to do with those gloves.

I grumbled and continued to watch the production. Things were a bit behind, many of the costumes have yet to be made, Carlotta pranced around with her nasally voice, and stage hands scurrying around to finish the set. 'Maybe a little scaring will speed things up.' I made my way to the catwalks above the stage quietly and stared down at all the preformers. Seeing that Christine was at the right of the stage and Carlotta was at the left. I cut the rope that was attached to a sandbag, sending it flying down towards the annoying Italian singer.

Screams filled the air and a smirk plastered my face as chaos erupted. I looked towards the ballet rats and saw them all look around in terror, all except that foreign rat. Her face was a 'Are you kidding me face.' I watched her turned to Meg qith her hands on her hips.

"Why are people so scared? It was just a sandbag that got loose." She sighed with a shrug while Meg looked bewildered.

"It was not just a sandbag, Layla!" Meg gasped fearfully. "It was the Phantom of the Opera!"

"Ah really? I did not know ghosts could drop sandbags." She quietly giggles. 'Was she mocking me?' I scowled in her direction, sending mental daggers at her. She must of sensed me; she looked directly at me with her light green eyes. My breath was caught in my throat; I immediately away towards a passage that led to my lair, my cape flowed behind me. Knowing this place like the back of my hand, I reached my hope in a matter of minutes.

I was furious. "That silly little Irish girl doesn't believe? She isn't scared?" I paced. And then I smacked my hand on my face, forgetting my mask was on. "Why am I even getting worked up over a silly little rat." I went and sat at my piano* and started working on a piece I was composing. I couldn't focas because of that ballet rat. "Why can I not get her eyes out of my mind." I groaned. "And what is she hiding?"

I stood up from my piano* and made my way to a mirror, staring into my own yellow hues. "Why do I feel strangely connected to that rat?" I shook my head. "I need to worry about Christine, not that ballet rat." I sighed and placed a hand on my mask. "Not even I want to see the monster I am.."

A/n: heya! Sorry this chapter is bit short and Erik seems out of character, but so far this one is my favorite that I have written yet!

*I am not sure if it is a piano or organ, please let me know what it is!