What If He Wasn't Alone? (A Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)

Chapter 12: What Now?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it took so long to update (my muse decided to take a vacation and left me to fend for myself....) And sorry if it seems a bit slow, it WILL get more exciting I promise!!!!!! ANYWAY this is after Erik disappeared through the mirror and Isa followed him and you know what that means...... The plot is now MINE!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!!!!!!!!!!! If I did, Erik might get a restraining order on me.

Erik’s POV:

I awoke in the dark and my first thought was am I dead?! At that moment I would have welcome death, I had nothing left to live for… With a groan, I sat up and immediately heard a girl’s voice yell “Thank god you’re alright!” and felt her arms wrap around me.

“Chr- Christine?” I stuttered.

The girl sat back and said “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m Isa.”

“Isa! What on earth are you doing here?!” I said in shock.

“Helping you of course!” she said as she lit a candle so we could see. “You’ve been unconscious for three days.”

“Three days?!” I exclaimed.

“I found you in the tunnel, out cold.” She filled in “I practically dragged you here!”

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“So where are we going to go?” she asked.

“I don’t know where I’m going.” I said. She wasn’t coming with me, she couldn’t!

“I am coming with you, where ever you are going.” Isa said stubbornly.

“No Isa, you aren’t coming.”

“Why?!” she said angrily “Give me two good reasons why!”

“One, I don’t need your help and two, if the police catch us then I don’t want you getting in trouble for helping me.”

“One, yes you do so, and two the police won’t catch us!” she said. “Besides, I already know where we can go!”

“You do?” I asked in shock. “Where?”

“Lucca, Italy.”

“Italy?” I repeated.

“Yes. I didn’t always live in the Populaire you know!” Isa laughed a bit.

Now that I thought about it, I did remember Isa appearing a bit before Christine did. “I suppose this means that you are coming too.” I said.

“And I went back to the lair, while you were asleep and I found your mask and violin! They are both fine, apparently the mob remembered the fire before they could completely destroy anything.” She said handing me my mask.

“You know I won’t be able to wear the mask when we are traveling, it would be too obvious.” I said.

“I thought of that as well and I found this!” Isa said holding up a bag.

“What is it?” I asked, eyeing the bag suspiciously.

“Stage makeup.”

“and shred the ounce of dignity I have left?” I scoffed “I was the Phantom of the Opera for goodness sake…”

“Was?” Isa asked.

“Indeed, the Phantom and the Opera Ghost burned with Don Juan. Erik is all I have left.” I said.

“I prefer Erik.” Isa said sincerely. “But you will have to wear it if you want to make it out of Paris.”

I felt myself crumble. I didn’t want to argue with the one person who I had left to live for…

Isa’s POV:

“Fine.” He said. “Let’s see if this will work.” Erik shut his eyes and I set to work covering his face. When I was finished he put on his fedora and you couldn’t tell that he was the Phantom at all!

“I think this will work!” I said smiling.

“I hope it will.” He replied.

“Now, we have train tickets that leave in an hour, so we have until then to pack!”

“Is there anything you didn’t think of?” Erik said.

Yes. I thought I didn’t think of what I’m going to do once I get home.