Phantom's Fate 《Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction》

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A/N: Happy New Year!! I'm excited to see what 2020 brings, although there aren't flying cars yet. How about you?? I'm also excited to be formulating new juicy ideas for this story down the road, which will be a fun ride for you all! I hope you enjoy :)

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《Alia》

My mouth is agape as I watch him storm into another room without another word. What the hell! He can't do this to me! As much as I adore him from the movies and the novels, I cannot fathom him right now! He truly is more stubborn in person than in the script.

What's even better is that while I nearly drowned, my phone got completely soaked, so now that's kaput. Looks like I won't be needing it anymore. Tossing it from my mind, I leave it sitting in the heap of wet dress and drop my head against the pillow. Frowning, I tuck myself under the blankets and focus on warming up. I almost just died because of him, and this is how he treats me. As a prisoner! I am not Christine, and I won't be patronized like a child. I make my own decisions, and I don't need him breathing down my neck because of it.

Sullenly, I drop my head into the thick pillow and breath a heavy sigh. Just hours ago, I wished nothing more than to be able to live this life and know Erik as I felt I'd known him from the books and movies. I'd wanted to experience it for myself and see the real Phantom of the Opera, and maybe even befriend him. At this rate, the opposite will keep happening. I wonder... I wonder what is going on in 2019. Do they know I'm missing? Or is this some interdimensional reflection where part of me stayed there and the other part ended up here? Why was I even teleported here in the first place? What purpose do I have here, other than sulking in a bed after failing to come through to Erik? This must have been some mistake.

It must be a dream.

But...I don't recall much from that night. I remember walking on a crystal clear night to the theater, changing into my costume, and practicing in front of the mirror. From there, things started to get fuzzy. I do recall hearing voices, male voices. Was someone there with me and I didn't know? Wait... Someone called my name before I passed out! Was it...Ivan?

I sit up in bed.

Ivan? He knows what happened to me! That means he'll be able to explain to everyone why I'm gone and if I will or will not come back. They'll find another lead for the show, and the play will still be successful. I sigh in relief. I'd hate to let my director down. She always held me on a high pedestal, and I wouldn't want to ruin that. She would realize that I teleported through a mirror, and she'd find a replacement easily.

Lying back down, I close my eyes, relaxing. My brain is quiet. Then... Wait. My eyes fling open again. My director will realize I teleported though a mirror? How ridiculous does that sound! Nobody will believe that, Ivan will be a laughing stock, and I'll have a terrible reputation! Oh my god, this is horrible.

Horrible!

While Erik is still busy in his other room, I slide out of bed and search the room for any secret doors. He has to have one somewhere. How else does he get down here through so many secret passages? Doors, duh! I feel along the wallpaper until I hit a divot, where my finger presses a button, and a lock clicks. I pry open the door as quietly as possible and slip through, closing it behind me. The light is instantly cut off from my view.

Fuck, it's dark.

Following along the wall, I only hope this path doesn't have any hidden traps that will actually drown me this time.

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《Ivan》

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