Twisted Every Way

Chapter 5~ The Wrong Move

~Erik's POV~

I walked up towards my box. Paige was just about to go on and I so despretely wanted to watch her dance, with not a care in the world. She would often show me some dance moves in the lair. I would play some upbeat music on the organ and she would dance around the decking that was in the corner. She loved dancing and she was amazing at it as well. She also loved singing. I refused to sing, even though she would beg and use her big emerald eyes to try to persuade me. Even though they were almost irresitable, I still held the upperhand.

I was outside my box, when I heard a noise of clapping coming from inside. My blood was boiling. Who dares to sit in my box. I saw Paige enter onto the stage, looking stunning in her red costume. It truly looks as if she were dancing in the fire. I stormed away from my box and made my way to the ring around the top dome. You are not supposed to be able to go up there, but my tunnel allows it to be possible. I got up there just as Paige stepped off the stage and I cursed out loud. I walked around the ring untill I could see the person who wanted the death sentance. It was a man, with shoulder length, light brown hair. He was wearing a smart suit and looked quite wealthy. I instantly realised that it was the new Patron. I think he was the Vicomte de Changny.

When Christine came on stage and began to sing 'Think of Me', I saw a look of recognision on his face. He smiled and sat forward in his seat. He must know Christine. Even more the reason to dislike him. I would kill him, but without his money, my opera house would fall to bits. No. I would let him live, but if he went anywhere near Christine, I would find a way to donate the money myself.

Christine finished her song and I made my way to her dressing room. As she acted as the Primadonna in tonight's performance, she would be allowed to use the Primadonna's dressing room. That worked best for me, as the mirror would grant access to her, quick and easy. I planned to show myself to her tonight, and make her officially mine. I was just getting to the door, when a familliar blonde head ran into me.

"Why were not in your box watching me tonight?" Paige asked me, her mouth formed as a frown.

"I would have, if there wasn't someone sitting in there," I spat out. She put her hand on my arm.

"Where are you going now?"

"Back to the lair."

"Can I come? I've finished now."

"No. I have things to do, anyway, don't you want to go to the after party."

"And do what? Stand around, wait for some one to come over, and yet they never do? Please. You can do what you need to do. I will stay out of the way. I promise."

"No Paige. I am, meeting, some one."

"They won't know I am there."

"I said, no, Paige," I said as I pushed her away from me. She stood there, still, silent. I began to open my mouth, to speak, but she walked away. I was going to follow her, but I remembered the task at hand. I shook off the feeling of upsetting Paige, and walked into the Primadonna' room. I stepped behind the mirror and waited for Christine to come in. She appeared a little bit later with Madame Giry. She went away and left Christine to get changed. She get dressed into a corset and silk gown. She sat down at her vanity and wiped off her make up. There was a knock at the door and Christine looked up instantly. The same man who was sitting in my box, walked in with a buquet of flowers.

"Little Lottie, let her mind wander. Little Lottie thought, am I fonder of dolls. Or or of goblins. Or of shoes."

"Raoul!"

"Or of riddles. Or of frocks."

"Those picnics in the attic."

"Or of chocolates."