To Save You I Will Die (Phantom Of The Opera x Oc)

Chapter 23: I Choose You

Hey, sorry for taking such a long break. I had so much stuff going on and honestly need to develop a better schedule. But I made it up to you guys by adding a little extra on this piece. I do hope you like it. Also, don't forget to comment!!! Those comments really make my day.

Anyways enjoy!

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Erik

"Who is up there!"

This is not good. I quickly made my way to the upper room of the Opera house before I could be seen. My hands pressed against the door as the wood opened up slightly. As I closed the door, I began to look around the room to find something to inhibit anyone from coming in.

There was nothing. Not a single chair or anything. However, I knew there had to be some passages here that would get me out of this predicament.

A predicament I had created

I peeked from a small hole to see how much time I had to escape before I was found.

The small man who often accompanies Carlotta yells out.

"Bouquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on there?"

Buquet, a tall man with a flushed face and thick brows, runs onto the bridge. He looked around, trying to see who was there. The clumps of hair left on his hair stick as the sweat from the base of his head slips to his face. He grabs a cloth from the back of his pocket, wiping the accumulated sweat from his head.

I often found myself disgusted by his very being. He would often rush into the ballerina's room, too drunk to do anything, and tell them jokes. And his jokes were crude and never made anyone laugh, let alone crack a smile. Even worse, his eyes often leer at the women passing by him. And he would often look a little too long as Delphine passed. Too long for my liking.

"Please, Monsieur, don't look at me: as God's my judge, I wasn't at my post. Please, Monsieur, there's no one there; if there is, well then, it must be a ghost," he said with a curled smile.

"Signora, please... These things do happen," One of the new opera owners says.

Then, almost as pitchy as her singing, Carlotta begins to yell, "For the past years, these things HAPPEN!!!

I think this may be my cue to exit stage right. I touch up against doors and pull books from shelves trying to find a trigger somewhere.

Suddenly, footsteps echo out, coming toward me, mixed in with the conversation below.

That is it; the conversation down below was drifting into here. I just needed to find the wall that was echoing from the stage. A passage to the stage is also connected somewhere.

Think Erik!

The conversation continued to come through the room: "And did you stop them from happening? No! And you two - you're as bad as him. These things do happen! Ma...until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen! Ubaldo! Andiamo! Bring my doggy and my boxy."

Ah, the Chapel!

I found an object hanging on the wall with a cloth over it. A tall bookshelf displayed next to it looked somewhat out of place. Peeling the fabric off, a painting of a simple farmhouse was underneath. Looking closely at the gold trim frame, I placed my fingers underneath. The painting then went to the side, revealing a latch.

Pulling the trigger, the shelf began to open. My hands quickly put the painting back in its place and the cloth back on to avoid being followed.

I then bolted to the Chapel passage before I could get caught. My hands pressed against the stones as I walked through the dark path, hoping to find a torch nearby that I could light.