A/n found this amazing drawing on Deviantart. This is not mine and I do not claim this as mine. Enjoy;)
I ran through the doors and straight into Meg. We both fell on the floor in a heap 'oh, sorry Meg I didn't see you' getting up and helping her up too. She smiled 'it's fine' she frowned 'you seem in a rush need to get somewhere?'
'Actually yes. Have you seen Madam Giry?'
'Yes, last time I saw her she was up in the walkways' I started to walk there when Meg stopped me. 'Clary?'
'Yeh?'
'Why are your eyes violet?'
I hesitated 'because I'm extremely upset at the moment'
I left Meg looking confused.I then ran up to the walkways.
I saw Madam at the end of a walkway. 'Madam I need to speak to you' she turned surprised 'Clarice I thought you would be learning how to work the ropes' she says walking away.
'Please, I just want to ask you a question' I called after her figure 'besides I already know how to handle rope.' Well sounded bad
She turned to me 'Okay one question'
(A/n bold Giry normal Clary)
'In the past 20 years have you taken in a boy with a partially deformed face?'
'That is a very specific description, why?' Continuing to walk forward.
'Because... because he could be my brother'
She whirled around
'That's not possible, how can you be so sure?'
'Tell me if I'm wrong. Erik Destler was born in December same time as me. He was then given to an orphanage. Am I getting it so far?' She nodded obviously shocked. 'He was then taken in by gypsies, who used him as their own personal freak show beating him to an inch of his life. You went to said freak show. You saw Erik kill his "master" and didn't want him put away so you took him and let him play in the cellars of the dormitories for years.'She just stood there in shell shock until a voice said 'that is correct' I turned round and saw Erik. 'Hello...Erik?' He nodded and made his way down. 'Erik wait please'
'What do want me say "it's so GREAT to see you?" I don't know whether you've noticed but I'm not the happy type'
'I've noticed and I just want to get to know you as my brother not the PHANTOM and not leave you this time'
'Oh like you did last time?'
'I didn't even know your name till two days ago. You know what I'm trying to accept you but it's near impossible as you won't let me in. So obviously don't want me around so GOODBYE ERIK!'I then went down and started pulling the ropes as the dress rehearsal started.
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The Phantom's Lost Sister
FanfictionClarice (Clary) Jones is a ballerina for the royal dance academy of England and an orphan. When the academy sends her and her friend away to Paris to participate in this years opera there. Strange events lead to her running into the infamous phantom...