As soon as he sent the rose, Erik started towards Christine's dressing room. As he neared it, he heard the Viscount de Chagney's voice. He struggled to stay quiet while the two of them talked. The door was shut and a few seconds later all of the candles in the Opera house blew out. Erik saw a look of surprise pass over Christine's face. He chuckled to himself, making sure that his voice didn't carry.
'That was only a simple parlour trick' he thought, smiling.
"Christine, you were wonderful tonight."
"Thank you, Angel. Raoul thinks so too!" she said excitedly.
"I have told you to stay away from him, have I not?"
She bowed her head, ashamed, "I'm sorry, Angel, but he came to me..."
"You could have sent him away." Erik ciould hear her sigh heavily at his words.
"I--I'm sorry..." she said, her voice quivering, "What am I doing today, teacher?" she asked. He stayed silent for only a moment, but that moment was more than enough for Red Death, who started talking in his place:
"It will be... special today..." he said slowly.
"Special? How do you mean?" she inquired. Erik was about to answer, for a plan had already been formulated to cover what Red Death had said, but he didn't get the chance to:
Red Death appeared in the mirror, wearing on of Erik's black masks, "Come with me, I will show you." Red Death held out a dark-red gloved hand. Christine went over to the mirror, surprised that a hand could 'penetrate' the glass.
In the background, obviously not heard by the young Christine Daae, was a man, pounding his fists on the door. He was yelling, trying to get the girl's attention. As Christine got closer to the mirror, Erik knew that the Viscount's efforts were useless. The Phantom swore softly as Christine took Red Death's hand. He raced to the cellars, hearing, all along the way, the hooves of what he assumed was the white horse from Profeta. Erik heard Christine's muffled, panicked speech. He sighed, having expected this of Christine from the moment that Red Death had held his hand through the "mirror." The Phantom could almost smell the stench of death that surrounded his companion, for that was antoher reason for his nickname.
The Phantom ground his teeth together and ran faster along the passages of the Palais Garnier.
He quickly checked over his domain. Erik exhaled heavily as he found that one of his black masks were missing. He listened for a moment, then heard the sounds of someone using the gondola to cross the lake. Erik hid quickly (know the Rue Scribe side of the cellars was convenient sometimes.) He chose a spot where he could see everything, but no one could see him.
Erik saw Christine being carried to a drawing room-like space by Red Death. He heard Red Death talking to Christine. He nodded as he heard Red Death warn Christine not to touch his mask. It would be good if she learned that early on.
It seemed that Red Death and Christine's conversation had stretched out for quite a long time. Erik was growing tired of hiding. IT seemed that he had been running and hiding his whole life. He had run from his family, the Shah in Persia, Asia and countless other places. The Palais Garnier was his home. He would not run from it, nor would he hide like this from Christine.
Anyways, he thought, this is the home that I built with my own hands. If anyone, it should be Red Eath who is hiding in this House on the Lake, not me, it's creator.
He exhaled heavily once again and removed himself from his hiding spot. He entered the "drawing room." At first, Christine didn't see him, but when she did she exclaimed in surprise and fainted.
Erik gently grabbed Christine and carried herto the bedroom.
"You idiot! Why did you do that! Now what will she think?" Red Death struggled to keep from yelling.
"I know her... she will probably think that she had imagined it all, for the mind can play horrid tricks on the eyes, "Erik answered his seething friend calmly, "But, it is I who should be asking these questions, and I will ask these of you, but that will be at a different time. I fear that Christine will awaken to see you here if you stay much longer in my house." Red Death groaned, knowing that Erik was right, but he did as Erik asked, and left, using the same passagethat Erik had used to come down.
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2 Phantoms 1 Opera House (Original, unedited story)
Fanfiction((The Original version of my most read story "Two Phantoms, One Opera House.)) The Phantom of the Opera has lived in the Opera house for years, but now his peace has been invaded by a man who calls himself Red Death. Nothing is known about this man...
