Inside there was an internal debate over what to do with the girl. Leave her here to be found by a patron where she will be no doubt thrown out of the opera house or take her with him. He stood there until he heard footsteps of a patrolman coming down the stairs. He turned and swept back into the secret door. He leaned back so the girls weight was balanced on his chest so he could close the door after. He could feel her warmth pressed agonist him. It was a foreign feeling, having someone so close to him.
Once behind the door the shadow noticed how light she was, through the thin fabric of her dress he could feel her backbone and ribs."She's as skinny as me." The figure thought to himself as he walked down the passage. There were only an occasional light that filtered through the walls into the passage to light the way, but the dark shadow didn't need light, living in the darkness for years had heightened his senses but had also caused his eyes to hurt when in direct light for long periods. That plus his appearance kept him from going to surface on regular trips.
But know seeing that will have a house guest he may need to make more frequent trips to surface for supplies. As he walked he started to think about the supplies he would need to help care for this girl, he would have to buy more food seeing that he ate very little and girl in his arms seemed starved and it would take food to get her back to a healthy weight. She would need new clothes, the rags that she was wearing now were threadbare and could not pass as proper even in the lowest of the classes.
After walking through the passages that were slowly descending deeper into the belly of the opera house, flights of stairs appeared in the darkness going down into the darkness, without hesitating the specter began the descent. His feet never once slowing on the winding steps as if the girl in his arm weighed nothing and didn't obstruct his view of the stairs below him. At times he would step onto one side or the other to step around the trap laid to stop any unwanted visitors. Knowing the tunnels and even building the traps himself he knew exactly when to place his feet.
As he finally made it to the bottom of the stairs without setting off a single trap he peered across his lake making sure no one had found their way down here and were drowned by the siren.
Okay no songs in that capture. This is just the beginning so please R&R. This is A.C signing off. Love. Peace. Hair Grease.
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Children of Life
Fanfiction"I thought we all were children of God." A voice echoed through the opera house and into the ears of another lost child, The Phantom of the Opera. What happens when two lost souls looking for comfort meet, a gypsy girl and the devil's child? Perhaps...
