The Phantom's Melody (The Phantom of the Opera)

02. Opera Ghost

My eyes went wide and I stumbled back against the door, the dark, looming figure watching me with what I could only assume was ill intent to kill. Quickly, I grabbed hold of the doorknob to try and open it but It was locked.

Great. That's just great!

Spinning around, I faced the figure standing now only a couple feet away from me. I was a little scared if I was being completely honest with myself. But I sure as hell wasn't going to let it know that.

Mustering up the courage to speak, I lifted my chin up slightly. "You bloody well stay where you are!" I snapped, my eyes scanning the room for the closest thing I could find as a weapon. My gaze soon landed on a candelabra sitting on a small table near the door. Snatching it up into my hands, I held it up defensively. "Or I'll hit you with this!" My hands shook slightly and I scolded myself.

In my defense, there was a rather dark and dangerous looking intruder in front of me.

From the shadows, I swear I thought I saw the glimpse of a smirk on it's lips. And it was starting to look a lot like a man. Granted, as my vision started to adjust to the dark, it was a man wearing a half of a white porcelain mask that covered the right side of his face. But what really stood out was his almost mesmerising green eyes. They seemed to penetrate the darkness and become their own kind of candle to scare away the night. Though from looking at him and his demeanour, he didn't seem to be the type to scare easily.

His attire was almost entirely all black, for the exception of the gold fabric that lined the inside of the cloak that hung off his shoulders. His thick, black hair was combed back neatly atop his head and the exposed part of his face was twisted into a scowl.

Why the hell was he mad? He's the one who scared that hell out of me!

"Where is Christine Daaé?" He asked, his voice cool and harsh as he took a dangerous step towards me, his form practically towering over top of me.

I held the candelabra out, my fingers tight around the body of it. "Why are you interested in Christine Daaé?" I asked cautiously, my gaze carefully fixated on his movements.

Another step towards me; my fingers tightened. "Where is she?" He asked again. His voice had lowered an octave, somehow even more dark and dangerous now.

I fixed a glare on him. "I don't see how that's any of your business. So as far as you're concerned, she's not here." I replied, trying my best to mimic his cold tone.

The mysterious man didn't seem to like that answer. For the next thing I knew, the candelabra fell from my hand and my back was slammed up against the door as his fingers latched on around my neck.

I gasped for air, my hands shooting up and grabbing at his arm in an attempt to get free from his grip. But unfortunately for me, I didn't have the best upper body strength.

"Answer me." He hissed. "Where is Christine Daaé?" He asked again, his voice a low growl.

With his face so close to mine, those dangerous green eyes looked even more frightening. But I didn't let my fear show. "Go to hell..." I choked out, my eyes narrowing into daggers as I dug my nails into his arm.

He gritted his teeth before suddenly letting me go. I collapsed to the ground, a coughing fit as I placed a hand to my now tender and aching neck where I'm sure a bruise was now forming. I dared to look up, but he was gone. Almost as if he had never been there to begin with. But I definitely was not imagining the pain I felt when I swallowed.

"Prick," I muttered before picking myself up off the floor and looking around at the room. The door was locked and there were no other visible exits from the room. Where did he go? I pursed my lips, deciding to leave the godforsaken room before my attacker decided to return. Wrapping my sweater around my arms, I quickly retreated from the room and back to the dormitories.