Requiem for a Ghost

By: Hordak's Pupil

Erik

"Come Christine," I told the girl as I led her into another room of my house. She looked at the various decorations of skeletons, devils, and angels. She asked about the scenes. "We all must face our end at some time."

She walked to the center where my bed was kept. She placed a hand on the cold stone and asks if I sleep in here. "Yes, one can get used to anything given time- even eternity." Soon my Don Juan shall be finished and I shall enter it for the last time.

"May I hear your Don Juan," I shook my head. Your ears are not ready for it. I will play you anything save my magnum opus. I will play you Mozart and you shall weep but my Don Juan will make you burn. We leave back into the main parlor and ask if I shall play something for her. "Oui,"

I sit down but one of my alarms go off, "of all the blasted," I told Christine I had some work to do and would return shortly.

Abdul Aziz (The Persian)

After the hysterics the viscount endured at Perros; I decided to check to see what the fiend was up to. He had promised me that he would not kill anyone and I was going to make sure he keeps that vow.

I reach for my gun when I feel something around my throat. With little motion as possible I manage to break free. "Show yourself Erik!" I demanded. The fiend laughed saying I was out of my league here. "I have come for the girl Daaé!" He assures me that she is unharmed but cannot say the same for the boy.

"After that encounter in the church; I doubt we will give me any problems." I warn him that he was dangerous close to being found out. I could sense he was smiling behind his mask. "To all the world I don't exist." He glares at me and says that I had promised him that I would leave him be.

"After you so blatantly broke yours," He pins my to the wall saying he did not kill Buquet. "They have all seen the man hung between the stages." Erik sighs and says he couldn't have done it. He was getting ready to attend the managers' dinner.

"I am going to miss M. Poligny. I've always found his superstitious ways amusing." I warned him that new managers are not going to be as gullible as him. "Don't worry I will make sure they understand my terms." I grab my pistol and warn him that at the first sight of foul play I will not hesitate to act. "Oh yes, I am sure the Sûreté would love to hear of the mad Persian chasing the phantom in the cellars." He laughed.

"If need be I will take measures into my own hands." He looks at gun and grabs it from me. He tells me that I am lucky he is merciful and pushes me to the ground. He warns me that if I ever come here again it will be the last thing I do.

Christine

I walked over to a bookshelf in another room. There were all kinds of books. One of them grabbed my attention. "The works of Edgar Allan Poe," I had heard of the American and his tales of the ghastly. The pages were worn to a certain part. A poem- Annabel Lee.

"Monsieur Poe had a fondness for death," a voice said as Erik entered the room. I asked him if he enjoyed the stories. "One does not enjoy Poe you empathize with his desire to die." I put the book back and asked if he took care of what needed to be done. "Yes my dear, but enough of that, come I was about to play Mozart for you."

"I am feeling faint, would you mind if I rest," he takes my hand and leads into another room. This one seemed more like a normal room than the previous chamber. He asks me If I needed anything. "No, thank you. I just need to rest."

"As you wish, god natt lilla," It still took me by surprise that he knew the mother tongue. He bowed politely and left me be.

Firmin Richard

"If this is a joke it losing its novelty," I told Armand looking at the newest note from the ghost. "It is bad enough that he asks for money. Now he demands that Christine replace Carlotta!" That gave me an idea.

"I don't like that look," Moncharmin paled.

"Don't you see who this is, it's the viscount. The lad has been smitten by her since the gala. This is all a ploy to get her a larger part." He looks at the note confused asking why the boy would ask us for money. "I don't know but we shall find out at the masked ball."

"Do you really think it's a wise idea to have it. What if it angers him." To Hell with him and his notes at the masked ball we shall uncover this mystery. I am going to fetch my costume from the shop. Croyez-moi mon ami!