A/N: I'm sorry for slower updates everyone. There is literally nothing I can do as my computer time is now limited and I can only sometimes write within the week. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Remember to vote, fan, and comment!
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Florence was in quite a hurry as she ran through the tunnel back to her father's lair. Thankfully, he was to see Meg, giving Florence a wide allowance of time to make it; still, what if he came to check on her. At least five hours had passed. The opera had been a long one and people had arrived up to an hour early to claim their seats. Florence guessed the opera had just came to an end when she had left Olivier, or was at least about to.
She did thankfully arrive back much before her father. In fact, she was asleep by time he arrived, dreaming sweetly of the boy she had met that night. Erik was smiling as he walked back into his lair, and his eyes quickly found the sleeping form of Florence. He wondered what she had done in his absence. A bit of suspicion on the edge of his consciousness told him he had been near the stables; he chose to ignore that however. Surely Florence would be smarter than to wander there again, wouldn't she? Both the stable boys and ballerinas were eagerly awaiting her reappearance, and the stables was the first place they would go to see her.
Moving closer to his daughter, Erik saw the white mask dangling off her face, the ribbon that usually held it loosening in her sleep. She must have forgotten to take it off... But then, why would she be wearing it in the first place? Florence, though she had grown used to it, still hated masking herself. She only did so when necessary which meant she would only need it if she exited the tunnels, which she said she would stick to. Narrowing his eyes, Erik quickly removed the mask from his daughters face. He planned to go see Meg again before doing anything, before assuming his daughter had been to places she ought not be or causing the Opera Ghost scandal to reach new heights.
His cape billowed behind him as he quickened his pace to reach Meg's mirror. Anger was pulsing through him as worse case scenarios beat in his mind. If he had been any more infuriated, his senses would have been faltered. It was a good thing they weren't, though, or else wouldn't have heard his dear Meg at the moment had guests. Stopping right behind the mirror, Erik quickly pulled himself together. Then he watched and listened to the group on the other side of the mirror.
"Oh Meg you should have seen her!" a young, blonde ballerina that much reminded Erik of a younger Meg Giry laughed heartily, "Oh Phoebe! She was in tears, utterly humiliated and terrified at the same time." Two other young ballerinas giggled along with the blonde.
"What happened to Phoebe, Angela?" Meg asked, obviously trying to sound calm as she opened the door for the ballerina's to join her in her suite. One glance at her paled face, however, and Erik could tell something was wrong. She was frightened.
"Well, you see she was out bothering Olivier again, calling him foolish for 'inventing' that story of the Little Opera Ghost," the little blonde ballerina, Angela, spoke, her voice lowered as if she was afraid someone might overhear.
"So this is about the new 'opera ghost' all of you are so fixated around, is it?" Meg questioned disapprovingly.
"Meg, please listen to the rest of the story! But yes, it indeed is," one of the ballerina's behind Angela told Meg. Meg sighed, but nodded for them to continue.
"You see, Olivier wanted to rid himself of Phoebe, and so he called for the... well he calls her 'his Little Opera Ghost' to help him, and made a bet with Phoebe that if she answered, Phoebe would have to leave him alone. And she did, Meg! She answered him by making the wall behind Olivier tremble! Phoebe said that at first she thought it was just something hitting the wall outside-"
"It probably was," Meg pointed out.
"No, Meg! That was the wall that connects the stables to the opera house! No one can get back there! And then Phoebe said she heard laughter. She believes that Olivier has summoned a demon!"
"Perhaps he has," Meg cleverly noted, making the other two ballerinas gasp, but Angela shook her head.
"No, that is just what Phoebe says; I talked to Olivier and, well... He told me it was a secret I am not supposed to share so..." Angela glared over her shoulder at the ballerinas trailing her, "You two, shoo! I must tell Meg Giry something in private!" The two ballerinas looked hesitant to leave, but Meg shooed them off with a flick of her wrist. The two left, scowling, and shut the door behind them.
"Now, what is it that Olivier says?" Meg asked, walking to sit upon her bed, and patting the spot beside herself to tell Angela she may, too, sit.
"Well, he says," Angela began, taking her seat, "That the little ghost came to him after the other stable hands had left, at his request. The way he described it was so romantic Meg! I do believe he is enamored with her! Can you believe that? Enamored with a ghost! But, he did say she is very beautiful, even though he has never seen behind her mask...
"But, anyway, he told me she stayed and spoke with him, but as soon the other stable hands began back, she told him she had to leave. She told him not to tell a soul- but, he couldn't help but tell somebody, and that just happened to be me- and she also said something about having a master... Do you think it could be him, Meg? The Phantom of the Opera, I mean? Olivier said he asked, but she said no...But I believe it may be him." Meg was stark white, gazing into her mirror. She had seen Erik, only for a second, running back down the passage- she kept the mirror opened oh so slightly, but only a trained eye would be able to tell there was a tunnel behind it and that it was not a mistake by the manufacturers.
"Angela," Meg whispered, "I do not know if this Opera Ghost is real or not, nor do I know if the Phantom is truly dead; I only hear of such things. However, if this girl or ghost- whatever she may be- has a master who does not wish her to be wandering about- whether it be the Phantom or any ordinary person-I should say it would be best for all who know to hold their tongues for if the master of the girl finds out she has disobeyed... dreadful things may happen."
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(BEING REWRITTEN) An Opera Ghost- A Phantom of the Opera Fan Fiction
Fanfiction((Currently, I am rewriting this story to fit my current writing style, given this was written when I was in high school and I am in college now. There are a lot of changes, but I am leaving the original because I still like looking back on it. You...
