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What if?	By : aclassicpirate2 Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 3712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 6 Events Part 1

Everyone was ready for tonight was the night. The show would begin and all of their hard work would pay off. While the stagehands prepared each of the sets, for the opera that evening there was a great amount of fuss in one of the dressing rooms. One of the stage managers was telling all of the choirgirls a story, about the Phantom of the Opera. The spoke of his face and what was there. Alexandria had herd was they said about him from her place on one of the beams high above them.
“Like yellow parchment is his skin a grey black whole serves as the nose that never grew” Joseph paraded around speaking of the story and scaring all the choirgirls. Alexandria could not believe that he had the nerve to say such things. Alexandria was about to climb out the window leading to roof when she herd it,
“Of coarse you don’t want to run into his mistress, she’s the one who kills all who speak of her, of coarse that’s a rumor and it hasn’t happened to anyone who spoke of her.” Joseph paraded around some more.
“They say that she was the one who did it, the one who dropped the beam just last week.”
As he paraded around Madam Giry walked in and over to him
“Those who speak of what they know find to late the prudent silence is wise, Joseph hold your tongue.” Madam Giry slapped him across the face. “Keep your hand at the level of your eyes.”
Joseph watched as Madam Giry walked away from him. Suddenly there was a scream from one of the choirgirls and a piece of rope fell from the rafters. They all looked up in time to see a shadow go through the window. Joseph walked over, picked up the rope, and observed it. The rope had been, tied into a noose, Joseph dropped and backed away.
“It may be a sign for you have upset the ghosts.” Madam Giry said from the doorway.

The play had begun that night with a slight unease from the cast. They had all herd about what had happened in the dressing room. A Joseph watched from the rafters always turning back to see if there was anyone there. He felt like someone was watching him. Alexandria was not up in the rafters, at least no yet for she would have her revenge on the man who spoke falsely. Alexandria walked stealthily over to where La Carlotta kept her things, what ever it was, Alexandria did not know. The bottle that she always kept with her that made her throat moist and supposedly helped her voice. Alexandria replaced it with her own concoction, she added a bit of arsenic but not enough to kill, it would only knock her out for a few hours and cause severe scratchiness of her voice. Alexandria smiled to herself and traveled up into the rafters. Once there she cringed at the annoying voice and jumped back when a demanding one came out of nowhere and interrupted the play.
“Did my mistress not instruct that box 5 was to be kept empty.” They all looked up at the high balcony.
“He’s here the phantom of the opera.” Meg stated to the other.
“It’s him.” Christine stated and La Carlotta got angry.
“Your part is silent little terd.” Carlotta smiled to the audience and went over to her servants, who sprayed a bit of the tonic into her throat before returning to the stage. Erik still stood and watched from the balcony, as Carlotta continued to sing. As the song continued, she made a croaking sound. Alexandria chuckled to herself from the rafters; she looked up to where Erik was standing and caught his gaze. He was amused and he laughed when it happened again. As Carlotta panicked, she fainted due to the amount of arsenic and the servants ran over to her in shock and carried her off stage. As quickly, as it had happened the managers where down on center stage. The curtains close and they announced that Christina would play the role of the countess. Alexandria frowned, and walked across a beam to the other end of the stage. They had announced that they would present act 3 from the opera while everything was being sorted out. Now just one last thing to be done.
Erik was watching her intently from his place in the balcony Alexandria was tormenting the one of the stage managers Joseph, he smiled as she appeared and re-appeared around him. As he was running across one of the beams, he lost his balance. Joseph rolled over and saw Alexandria above him. Alexandria took the noose that she had made earlier, rapped it around his neck, and tightened it. Joseph struggled and soon gave up from loss of air,
Erik was shocked; she had never before done this. He watched as she took the end of the rope and tied it to the beam; she pushed the now dead Joseph over the edge. The crowed screamed as the body fell in front of the eyes and hung for a moment before falling to the stage. Alexandria looked down at the stage and smirked to herself before she left for the roof.
Raoul and Christine were running towards the roof. Raoul was the main supporter of the opera house and was in love with Christine.
“Where are you going?” Raoul called out after her.
“We must not stay here we must get away.” Christine said as she dragged him along with her. Once they reached the roof, she stopped and turned to him. “She’s angry, the phantoms mistress, she’s angry with me.”
Erik who had made he way to the roof through secret passages listened to them speak. He saw that Alexandria had made it the roof as well for she hid in the shadows behind one of the equestrian statues on the other side of the roof. Alexandria had turned away and looked out to the city still listening in on the conversation.
“Why would she be?” Raoul asked, “Why do you believe in the stories?”
“Because its true, it all is” she turned to Raoul. “He taught me to sing, he fell in love with me Raoul, and he left her for me.”
“She can’t hurt anyone she’s a woman, a mere woman.” Christine turned to him sharply
“Did you not see?” Christine yelled, “Joseph was hung, that was not the phantom.”
“How can you be so sure, it could have been him?”
“He was in the balcony the whole time, I saw him.” Christine cringed.
“No one will hurt you, not while I’m here.” Christine smiled and was pulled into his embrace. She listened as Raoul sang a soft line.
“Christine I love you.” She looked up into his eyes and he smiled. Raoul leaned his head down and place kiss on Christine’s lips. Erik watched and then lowered his eyes at their embrace.
What had he done?

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