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Chapter 6

Lucy was staring straight at the phantom holding her dear friend Anna. She was petrified as she wondered, what he was going to do with her. She didn't know what to do. She was staying back in the shadows and stood watching the phantom warily and intently.

Well...he did say he wasn't a pervert so I hope I can trust him on that. She thought and waited.

The phantom had the young girl in his arms as he scanned the halls for anyone, before he continued on his way. He wondered who the girl was and why she was wearing those strange clothes.

What is it with all these girls stumbling around my theater? First that blasted woman who dared push me, and now this girl lying in my box unconscious. What is the world coming to? He shook his head and as he came to a door, he stopped. He shifted the young girl in his arms so he could open the door. "Well...this has to do for now." He said as he scanned the room.

The room was spacious and old with nothing but a bed, vanity table and wardrobe. But it was a room that was not occupied by anyone.

He walked in through the door and placed the young girl on the bed. There was no blanket or anything else to cover her up with, so he decided to go fetch some.

He didn't want to cover her in his cloak as he didn't want to frighten her or start any rumors or attract any unwanted attention. So he quickly went out of the room closed the door and locked it before disappearing in the darkness, not knowing he was being watched by a young woman.

His mind constantly wandered between those young women that had appeared in his theater. He was both curious and slightly angered at their intrusion. Partly because they had both appeared in his box. His private box. No one dared enter his box. And usually those who dared, never made it out alive.

But even though he may be called a monster and may had killed and may do so again, he wouldn't harm a woman. And he was not about to start.

He may scare them and use his voice to control them and make them powerless to his ways, but he would never harm them physically. Not deliberately anyway.

He knew he had a bad temper and sometimes he didn't know his own power nor his own actions.

He walked through the long hallways, back to his lair to retrieve a blanket for the young girl lying above ground.

He would need to write a letter to Madame Giry to tell her about the young girl and have her retrieve some information from her.

His eyes scanned the darkness and halls for any people roaming about. He wasn't going to get caught walking around.

He would rarely do this. He would usually do this at night, when no one was about and sleeping in their beds.

But this was a rare occasion and he had to get the young girl out of his box. He knew people was afraid to enter his box- and rightly so- the only one who dared and was welcome to do so, was Madame Giry, but he knew she couldn't carry the young woman. So he had to do it himself.

At long last he came to a secret entrance in one of the dark halls that would lead to his passages and to his lair.

He stopped and pushed a stone in the wall that revealed the secret door and he went through. As he had been wandering above ground in daylight, his eyes needed to adjust to the darkness. It was quick as his eyes were used to it. He took a torch from the wall and started his descent into the darkness of his hell. His cloak billowing around him as he walked in a fast pace, so he could quickly get to his lair and fetch some blankets for the young woman.

He wore his black leather gloves as usual and he had his punjab lasso hidden safe inside his cloak. The only weapon he always had with him. It was a handy thing. Very handy thing to have. He did have his skull rapier, but he rarely carried it around. Only if he went out.

The last time he had used his punjab lasso was on his captor in the gypsy camp. He had never used it since. But now as his mind went to that stupid stagehand Buquet. He thought he might get to use it once more.

He sighed, running a hand through his thick black hair. Frustrated with the two women, intruding in his theater. He had his whole day planned ahead, and now this interruption.

He was going to get the song he had made for Christine perfect and wanted to get his lair to look the best for tonight. But now he had to postpone this as he had other engagements now.

He was slightly getting angry at this annoying time consuming thing. He hoped Madame Giry would be helpful and take the girl in and make the girl her responsibility. He had no desire to have the young girl as a new responsibility. He had Christine, and only Christine.

It was going to be perfect tonight. Tonight where he would reveal himself to her, after her debut at the stage as lead singer in the production of Hannibal.

Carlotta, the usual lead, had of course made the part and had been rehearsing for the lead role. But he had rectified that with an accident. He had laughed at Carlotta as he had triggered the background canvas to come down on her. This got her into a fit and she left. That was what he had wanted, so Christine could get the part.

He went down the hallways towards his sanctum. Slightly fuming as he was lost in thought. Trying to decipher why two women had appeared in his box. His private box. One woman running away, another unconscious.

When he caught sight of the young woman lying on the floor unconscious in his box, he had wanted to leave her there. But as he knew, Madame Giry would find the girl when she would come to his box to retrieve his usual letter, she would take pity on her and try to find some way to move her from there. So he had slightly annoyed taken the liberty to move the girl from his box. No one dared enter his box, only Madame Giry, and she was the only one allowed. And he knew she couldn't carry the girl. So he had to do it himself.

As he came to his boat, he jumped in and started rowing his way through the lake. This water was clean and he used to go swimming in it when he fancied it. He had managed to clean out this part of the lake from all kinds of nasty things from the outside world. He was happy to have been able to do that, or else his lair would stink and most likely attract unwanted rats and other things he didn't want. The lake was closed off from the outside world.

He did want to be able to get fresh water from the outside world. But that was something he had to wait to make possible, as his priorities lay on his precious Christine. His angel. He sighed as his thoughts went to his angel. His beautiful angel. Tonight she would get her debut. She would shine on that stage. For the whole Paris to see.

He was looking forward to this evening. She was his only happy thing that had happened to him since he was rescued from the gypsy camp by Madame Giry 23 years ago. Happy memories was not something he had many of. The only other thing that could make him happy was music and a good voice. A voice like Christine's.

"Oh my Christine. I hope to see you very soon my dear." He silently said. His eyes filled with such longing and love it was hard not to miss how he felt. His eyes would turn a darker green whenever his thoughts would turn to Christine.

The phantom was very passionate and when he felt something he felt it very strongly. He hoped he wouldn't frighten her away. She was still a young woman and had never had any interaction from men. Something he had wished for and demanded.

I must take it slow and see how she reacts to me. He mused. I do not want to frighten her the first time we meet face to face.

The boat soon came to the gate and the phantom touched a lever in the water with his steering pole to open it. As the gate rose, candle holders went up through the water and lit the lair. A sight you would never forget. He got the boat all the way to the shore and jumped out. He went straight towards a storage room to fetch a blanket for the young girl to sleep in.

The storage room was filled with many things. Clothes, props, papers, inks and other useful things he needed. Like medicine, herbs, candles and all kinds of fabrics.

He went to a dresser and pulled out the upper drawer to look for something that would resemble a blanket. He rummaged through the whole mess of fabrics and quickly found something that could be used.

"This must have to do." He said as he closed the drawer and quickly went out. " And this mess needs to be cleaned before tonight" He sighed as he looked at his slightly messy lair. He shook his head and went to his boat and jumped in. When he started rowing, he began to sing quietly. This was the song he would sing for Christine tonight. Music of the Night. His latest composition.

As the boat came close to the other side he stopped singing and let the boat silently reach the land. He jumped out and began walking his way back up towards the world above.

Madame Giry was desperately trying to get someone to help her with the girl in box 5, But it was hard. Many stagehands was as usual, drunk and not much help. Others was afraid to step into the box, because of the phantom. As she stood in the back of the stage she sighted one of the stagehands that seemed sober, and she quickly decided he was going to help her no matter what.

"Monsieur!" She called and walked towards the young lad.

"Yes madame Giry? Do you need anything?" The young man answered.

"Yes as a matter of fact I do. We have a slight problem in box 5. And before you interrupt me. Hear me out."

"Of course Madame Giry. Please go on." The lad said. Smiling. Though he didn't like the idea of going into that box. No one dared enter that one.

"Well. There's a young girl lying on the floor, unconscious. We have to move her out from there and into a room. I need you to carry her. As I can't do it on my own." Madame Giry said indicating there was no arguing about it.

The young stagehand scratched his head and looked into the hard eyes of Madame Giry. He knew that look. He knew he had to do it. And he really didn't want that girl to stay in that box. So he had to ignore his own stupid fear of that box, and just help the ballet teacher.

"Alright, Madame Giry, I'll help you. Even though, I don't like to go in that box." He said and nodded his head.

"I know monsieur. Nobody dares enter that box, except me. But fear not. If the phantom is watching us, he won't try to do something as long as I am in there." Madame Giry said and started to walk in the direction of the boxes.

"I believe you, Madame Giry. Let's just get this over with then." He answered and followed her towards the boxes.

Madame Giry liked the young stagehand. He was always very helpful and did what was asked of him. He was also the only stagehand who didn't drink. That was something that was much appreciated among the staff in the opera.

"Madame Giry?"

"Yes?" Madame Giry answered and looked towards her young stagehand.

"It may seem like a stupid question, but do you know who the girl is and why she is lying in that box unconscious?." The stagehand asked as they walked side by side.

"Young lad, there's no such thing as stupid questions, only stupid answers. And to answer your question. No. I do not know who the young girl is, nor why she is lying in that box unconscious." She answered as they continued towards the boxes.

"Hmm...alright." The stagehand said.

"But there's something odd about her. Her clothes she wears. I have never seen it in my life. I'll have to ask her when she wakes up." Madame Giry said and stopped in front of the door leading towards box 5.

"Alright. Here we are then. Are you ready?"" She said and looked towards the young stagehand.

"Yes, I'm ready." He answered and reluctantly started towards the door.

"Alright" She said and waited as he opened the door.

But as they opened the door, and they both went in. The only sight they were met with, was an empty box with a white rose lying on the floor.

"So...You said a young girl was supposed to be here?" The stagehand asked and looked at a shocked ballet teacher.

"Yes I did. Monsieur. There was a young girl in here a moment ago. I know it." She answered

"Maybe the phantom has taken her.?"

"I doubt it monsieur. But if he has, I'll swear I'll have a word with him."

"Hmm. I guess you won't be needing my help now?" The young stagehand said.

"No. It's fine. You can go. Thank you for your help anyway" Madame Giry said as she took one last look in the box.

"Alright. Madame Giry. I'll get back to my work, then" He answered and gave her a slight nod.

"Of course" She said and nodded her head and watched him walk away.

She went back towards the box and bent down to pick up the white rose.

She looked at it and had an idea that it was left by the phantom. Erik. As she knew him by. She was the only one who knew him as just a man. A man broken by the cruelty of the world. She had rescued him from a gypsy camp many years ago and had led him here to live.

Oh Erik. If you have kidnapped that poor girl. I do not know what to do. She thought and was about to turn around and head out towards the hallway, when a voice was heard around her.

"Madame Giry. Fear not. The girl is safe in an old room in the dormitories. I found her lying here and took the liberty to carry her to a room."

"Thank you" Madame answered and went out of the box. The door was closed by an unseen hand.

She sighed. Relieved to know that the phantom-Erik had been nice enough to carry the young girl to a room.

"To the dormitories it is, then" She said to herself and made her way towards the dormitories.

Anna was still asleep in the old room in the dormitories, where the phantom had carried her to. She hadn't woken yet. The phantom had been there a moment ago with a blanket to cover her up with, so she wouldn't freeze. The dormitories wasn't the warmest. And people easily caught slight colds or worse. And that was never good. That was something the phantom knew. Many said he was a monster. It may be so on some occasions, but not when it came to his theater staff, or women. He needed his opera staff in good health and shape. And he would never harm any women. Although many might think otherwise.

When he had made sure that she was sleeping under the blanket he had placed over her, he went out of the room, and back towards his lair below.

It was not soon after, when Anna woke and stretched her limps under the warm blanket. As she slightly opened her eyes and adjusted to her surroundings, she sat up with a shriek.

"Yikes... No way in hell. What...what is this?...am I alive?...Who did this?...Oh my God..."

She stammered as she took in the sights of the room.

She was frightened, and didn't know what had happened.

"Oh no...no...no fainting again...please..." She told herself as she swayed a little on her bed.

"Stay up...Anna...stay up." She reprimanded herself and rubbed her face.

She shook her head trying to gather her thoughts. And she took a long steady breath.

"Okay...so...what is this? I need to know where the hell I am and whoever brought me here."

"I know for a fact I fainted...I think I did..."

"Did I?" ..."Oh man...I'm confused."

"And now I'm talking to myself...that's nice...Really nice Anna." She sighed and shook her head again.

I wonder if I still have my clothes on? She thought and looked under her blanket for inspection.

Hmm seems I do. Oh my...that means they may have seen me in these modern clothes... and may think I'm a freak. Oh damn...Not good.. She sighed as she took in her surroundings.

As she did, her face turned pale. Her eyes roamed around the room. It was dusty and seemed to be in a bad state. Old flowers and make up scattered about. The mirror on the wall was covered in dust and cobwebs.

She shivered slightly. "Ugh! I hate spiders and cobwebs." She mumbled to herself.

The room seemed to be abandoned and was never used nor cleaned. The bed was creaking and was not that pleasant to lie on.

Now she began thinking about the event that had happened before she came to be here in this room. She looked down on the blanket that she was draped in, and wondered who had placed it there, as she knew it wasn't one of the things from the room as it was clean and wasn't ruined or ripped, and it was made of silk she realized. No one would have a blanket made of silk lying about in old abandoned rooms to be ruined. Who could have done this? She wondered...

She thought back to her walking through the dark hall and suddenly standing in box 5. And then she she had fainted. Clearly from shock and now she was lying here. Hmm...There's only one other person who dares enter box 5...and that's clearly Madame Giry...But she wouldn't be able to carry me from there to this room...As she thought long and hard...She realized only one person could have done this...The phantom...Oh God...She thought and her face just went a bit paler than it already was. Her eyes went wide as images of her unconscious body being carried by The phantom entered her mind. Her hands took hold of her blanket as to protect herself from an unknown specter. "I hope he's not lurking behind any of these walls. I wouldn't have the heart to come face to face with that man. She said," as another shiver ran through her body. She sat completely still and her hold on the blanket was so tight her knuckles turned white.

Her eyes darted from one dark corner to another in the room, afraid of a certain phantom, jumping out from the shadows at any given moment.

Suddenly her eyes went to the door, as she could faintly hear light but hurried footsteps coming towards her room.

Oh no...No...not now...She thought and desperately waited her doom.

As Lucy stayed in the shadows and saw the phantom carry her friend Anna into an old room, she hoped the phantom was not as cruel nor monstrous as people seemed to say he was, and hoped Anna was in good hands. Although she was a bit cautious as he had been a bit rough with her, when they met in his box. But then again if he would have any evil thoughts he would have already harmed Anna in any way he saw fit. And now he was carrying her to a room. So Lucy assumed he wasn't so bad after all. But looks can be deceiving though. She knew he had a bad temper and could be rough and he did kill people if he didn't like them or if they didn't do his bidding.

Maybe he has a soft spot for women. She thought as she waited for the phantom to come out of the room.

She sucked in her breath as she saw the door open. She saw the imposing figure of the phantom come out, and close the door. She saw him take out a key from a pocket, locking the door.

Hmm... I wonder why he would do that. ? I don't hope he is going to do the mirror-scene with her.? And now, I can't even get into the room and see Anna, now the door is locked. Lucy sighed...Now what?

Her mind wandered around, while her eyes was still on the phantom. She saw him turning and started walking away with his cloak flying around him. He really looked like some kind of a creature not from this world. Both his large and tall body and his clothes made him look like something out of a fantasy novel from back home. No wonder people was afraid of him.

Lucy smiled at the thought of him. She thought him very handsome and attractive. She didn't care for his face. It wasn't that bad. Well...not this version of the phantom anyway. If he didn't have the deformity she was sure that many women would fawn over him. He had the classic looks many women liked. Tall, dark and handsome. She sighed...

So...It seems to be clear...She mused and she looked from one hallway to another before taking a step out of her hiding place in the shadows.

"Alright...Now to business...Go find Madame Giry." She told herself and went down the hallway the phantom had disappeared in.

As she walked along the many hallways, she wondered what she would say to Madame Giry once she found her... She couldn't tell her she came from the future and knew about the whole phantom story and how it would end. Hmm...Nobody has seen me in my modern clothes so I guess I'm of the hook for the time being. Hmm I could ask her for a job...I hope they have something available, or else I'm screwed...She thought.

But then her mind set itself on the phantom and she stopped walking.

Oh...then I have that problem...If he sees me in the opera house I don't know what will happen...oh God this is so frustrating. She stood still on the wooden floor, trying to come up with anything that could help her with the phantom-problem. But the only thing happening was that she became more frustrated and a very bad word came out of her mouth as she couldn't figure out what to do about the problem at the moment. "Ugh" Work brain...work...Come up with something.

But nothing came to her. "Fine! Whatever" She sighed and she started walking again after what seemed like forever.

I'll have to deal with the phantom later on. Now the most important thing is to find Madame Giry, and hopefully secure some kind of job. But I'll have to make up a story as to why I'm here...

She made her mind brew up some kind of believable story about why she had come here from England, and why she wanted to get a job here at the Opera Populaire. She hoped Madame Giry would believe her until later on. If there would be a later on.

She really couldn't know for sure what would happen.

And then there was her friend Anna. She worried about her. That was another thing she needed Madame Giry for. But first thing first. As she came closer and closer to the auditorium she could hear people speaking, singing and shouting. It sounded like a zoo. More so when Carlotta tried to sing.

"Oh God my ears." Lucy said as she put her hands up to her ears to keep the noise out.

She was thankful that all people was busy in the auditorium, so she wouldn't be discovered before she had talked with Madame Giry.

"I must get moving..." She sighed.

Although she dreaded going any closer to that zoo. I'm not surprised the phantom sometimes make set pieces fall and scare the staff working here. He must get his frustration out one way or another. Lucy thought.

Soon she was standing at the opening to the large auditorium and she saw various people on stage, on the floor and backstage. She slowly made her way towards the stage, hoping to find Madame Giry sooner rather than later.

As she walked along the seats, she could feel many eyes on her.

Alright, I'm no longer unknown, people knows I'm here...Lucy thought as she went closer towards the stage. She could see Carlotta on the stage, prancing about and shouting bad words to people and complaining.

As always. Lucy thought with a smile.

She couldn't see Madame Giry anywhere, so she found a nearby seat and sat down, to watch the rehearsal.

People still stole glances her way, but seemed to shrug them off again.

Maybe they were used to people coming here and was used to see knew and unknown faces, and it was more common than not. This may be easier than she thought.

It was hard for her to watch the rehearsal, as Carlotta was always complaining and stopping the rehearsal just because she could. Lucy had a hard time not laughing, also because of the stupid costumes and stupid faces made on the stage.

Bad acting..bad acting... She shook her head. And continued to watch the rehearsal. And a famous line went through her mind.

…...And Carlotta must be taught to act...Not a normal trick of strutting around the stage...

I couldn't agree more. Lucy silently nodded as she watched Carlotta doing exactly that...Strut around the stage.

As the rehearsal ended for lunch. Lucy started to get up to see if she could find Madame Giry. She spotted her among her ballet dancers, telling some important things, most likely. When she was done she turned and headed for the stairs from the stage, Her cane making slight noise against the wooden floor. As she came closer she spotted Lucy among the seats, and walked slowly down the stairs and went towards her.

Lucy smiled at her. She was met with a stern but curious expression.

I hope this goes well. Was Lucy's last thought, before Madame Giry stood in front of her and asked who she was.

"Not to seem rude, mademoiselle, but who are you?...And why are you here?" Madame asked leaning on her cane with both hands.

"I am Lucy, Just Lucy. I'm from England, seeking a job here. I was met with unfortunate events and had to leave for Paris." She said with a smile

The Madame studied the young woman and her face made an attempt to smile.

"Can I ask you what happened to you? I need to know a bit more before I can consider you for a job."

"Well...It's hard to talk about...I can tell you this: I had a job, a family. It was nice. But my mother went ill and had to stop working. And she died not long after. My father of course had a job as a fisherman. But that doesn't pay well and I had to get a job, as my mother wasn't able to work. I searched for any jobs as a maid, but it wasn't easy and the pay wasn't enough. So as a last resort, my father and I decided, that I should come to Paris and find a job. I had always wanted to visit Paris anyway, so I thought it was a good idea." Lucy finished and looked at Madame Giry waiting for her to say something.

Lucy knew this was the basic cliche story. But it was all she could come up with without giving too much information, and without compromising anything yet. Her mother went ill with cancer. That was a fact. But she was alive. And her father was a fisherman. But her parents was no longer together though. She just hoped that Madame Giry found her story to be believable.

"Well...I can see your dilemma. And I'm sorry about your mother.

I may have some use for you. You said something about being a maid?" She asked

"Yes..Yes I did. I like to work, I'm not afraid to do my bit." Lucy answered smiling.

"And being a maid would be nice" She continued.

"Very well. You can have a position as a maid. We can always use some extra hands." She said smiling

"Thank you. Thank you very much." Lucy smiled from ear to ear.

"Your welcome, dear. And my name is Antoinette Giry, I'm the ballet teacher here. If you need anything. Don't hesitate to ask" She said.

"Thank you, I will."

"Oh I nearly forgot. You will need a room? Right?"

"Yes, I do actually."

"Alright, follow me." She said and turned around to head back towards the dormitories.

Lucy followed her. She was very happy about how nice things turned out in the end. She had secured a job, a roof over her head, food. And she knew where her friend was.

As they made their way through the auditorium she could suddenly feel her hair stand up at the back of her head, and she could feel she was being watched.

She slowly brought her eyes up towards box 5. And sure enough. Her eyes locked unto a pair of intense green eyes. As she looked into them, they were becoming more intense and clear. She could not look away. The eyes, which belonged to none other than the phantom, didn't drew away either. It seemed a battle was going on.

Lucy had stopped walking entirely and Madame Giry had walked a bit away from her. Not knowing what was going on.

Lucy could hear her heart beating more rapidly and her breathing become faster and louder. She didn't know what was happening. All she could do was stare into those intense green eyes. They seemed to draw you in. They seemed to burn with a fire so intense you could barely comprehend.

Suddenly the green eyes drew abruptly away from hers and she saw the phantom rise from the chair he seemed to occupy, and quickly vanish into thin air.

As Lucy came to her senses, she looked around for any sign of Madame Giry, but she was nowhere in sight.

"Oh my...God. What just happened...Damn...that was intense...Jesus..." Lucy said as she tried to calm herself down a bit. Oh and Madame Giry is gone... Oh... I have to move." She said and she took hold of her skirts and started towards the hallway to find Madame Giry.

Madame Giry hadn't gone far. So Lucy caught up with her quickly.

"Oh there you are, Mademoiselle." Madame Giry said.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, I was lost in thought." Lucy answered, while her eyes seemed to focus on her surroundings, thinking about phantoms.

"I see" Madame Giry said as they continued down the hallway towards the dormitories.