I think it's fair to say that all hell is about to break lose...

Sorry if I start writing like a weirdo, we started reading The Hobbit in English and I'm finding it really hard to transfer from that homework to writing this. Don't get me wrong, I love the book and movies, but WOW.

I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, blah, blah, blah. 

3rd Person POV

        "He stays here." Ezra said to his brother. His words were ice.

        Damien's head flicked up and he grinned devilishly. "Who says?"

        Ezra glared at his brother with narrowed eyes. He stuffed his hands in his pockets nervously, running his fingers over the note that rested against his right hand. 

        Early this morning, he had left the lair with the excuse of needing to make an appearance so his 'friends' wouldn't worry. Erik had told him to be quick about it, and he was. 

        Once he reached his room however, he found a small piece of paper laying on his bed next to a bottle of chloroform. It was a letter from his brother. He had read it at least ten times over before he finally accepted its contents;

        Brother,

        I do not hate you for leaving me, though I do hate her. I assume you know of whom I speak? Good. Anyhow, here is what I'd like you to have accomplished by morning.

        You will use the chloroform I have provided you to temporarily 'dispose' of the phantom. Yes I know of your friendship with him, it wasn't exactly a hard thing to figure out... I am sure you've already informed him of my plans, which I do not appreciate. I would like you to find some way incapacitate him before he has a chance to reach the girl.

        Speaking of which, my plans with her are far less dreadful than you've imagined. I will drug her, with your help of course, and will take her to mother. Don't worry though, we won't exactly be handing her over entirely.

        Here is my proposal to you; help me take the girl, help me use her to destroy the monster you once called a mother. I do not know what she wants with your friend, but she seems important. 

        Remember, you are still my brother. You owe me this in the very least.

                                                                                                                        The feeling is always mutual,

                                                                                                                                                                Damien

        Erza had done as he was instructed, which would explain the scene before him. He had crept into Kat's room before returning to the lair this morning and doused her entire closet in chloroform. He had wanted to tell Erik, but his brother's proposition seemed so promising. If there was anyone on this earth who could completely and utterly destroy his mother, it was Kat. 

        Damien was playing with the small pistol he carried, spinning it around his index finger as if it were a toy. He looked down at The Phantom then at his brother.

        "Fine, but only if you accept my offer." He said, smirking as usual.

        "I accept, but if anything happens to either of them-" Ezra's warned.

        Damien rolled his eyes in response.

        They proceeded to carry Kat down to the small carriage that Damien had arrived in. Along the way, they were stopped by one of the new managers.

        "Excuse me monsieurs! What are you doing with Miss Daae's sister?" Andre ran over to the men as fast as his little legs could carry him.

        Miss Daae's sister?  Ezra thought. If only Kat had heard that one.

        Damien stopped just before opening one of the large front doors. His expression changing in an instant.

        "Sorry sir, but this woman is very ill. We didn't want to inconvenience Miss Daae, so we took it upon ourselves to take her to a doctor." He truly looked concerned but his usual demeanor snapped back once the man cleared his brother and himself.

        They quickly loaded Kat's unconscious form into the carriage. 

        "Now go see to your friend. Make sure he knows nothing." Damien said to Ezra with a serious tone.

        Ezra did as he was told and ran back through the opera house to Kat's room. Thankfully all the ballerinas were at rehearsals. He raced into the small room and grabbed a pen and paper, his hands shaking all the while. 

        He scribbled a note to Erik and shoved it in the unconscious mans pocket. In it he briefly explained his brother's plan and where they were headed. He didn't actually know where they were going but he did know it was a small apartment located in the center of Paris.

        With that done, Ezra began to drag Erik from the room to the hidden passage near the dorms. He drug him inside then shut the door, leaving the opera ghost leaning against it.

Kat's POV

        I awoke to the sound of horse's hooves hitting the cobblestone roads of Paris. My eyes opened slowly, but it didn't take long before I realized that I was in a small carriage with my kidnappers. 

        Ezra was sitting next to me and Damien was stretched out in front of us.

        "What happened?" I asked, rubbing my head.

        My skull throbbed and my hands shook, not to mention I was soar all over and exhausted.

        "You my dear, have just experienced your first kidnapping." Damien said with a sly grin.

        Ezra snorted beside me. "It's not the first by far."

        "Hmm, I'm going to assume that would have something to do with a certain masked stalker?" Damien asked, sarcasm lacing his every word.

        Ezra smirked and I rolled my eyes.

        "I'll take that as a yes." Damien said dully.

        "So could someone tell me where we are going?" I asked peaking out of the curtain that covered the carriage's small window.

        Snow was falling again and I was freezing. I looked down to find that I was still in my nightgown, the same one Erik had let me 'borrow' days ago. I didn't feel as bad I had yesterday but I was still definitely sick.

        "I'd actually like to hear more about this kidnapping business. I mean not our's but your's." Damien smirked at me.

        "She went looking in places she didn't belong." Ezra said when I didn't answer.

        I looked at him with narrowed eyes. "How should you know?"

        I was exceedingly pissed off by what had just happened. My supposed best friend just helped his asinine brother kidnap me and now he's acting like nothing happened!

        "It was a guess." He shrugged off my angry glare.

        "Ooh somebody's grumpy." Damien teased.

        I folded my arms and gave him an icy stare. "Cut the crap and tell me what the hell is going on here."

        "Fine then." He sat up and crossed his legs, his expression going serious. "We need your help. Well actually our mother wants you for some odd reason, but that isn't why we took you."

        "Oh do go on." I said, my words tinted with sarcasm and anger.

        He narrowed his own eyes slightly before continuing. "Our mother is a terrible creature who needs be, hmm how do I say this? Well basically she needs to die, as soon as possible."

        "And how do I fit into your weird brotherly revenge?" I asked with a raised brow.

        Damien looked at me with something that resembled pain. "She wants you more than she's wanted anything-"

        "Even us." Ezra cut in.

        His brother nodded in agreement then continued. "Anyhow, if you can get close enough to her than maybe, just maybe, we can get rid of her once and for all."

        "So you want me to be an accessory to murder?" I asked.

        "More or less." Damien said.

        "But only if you want to." Ezra added.

        They both stared at me intently, waiting for an answer. I looked back and forth between the two, trying to make a decision myself. It was obvious that their mother wasn't going to give up on me too easily. The only choice I really had was to help them, it was the only option that didn't involve running for the rest of my life.

        I sighed. "Well it's a bit too late to turn back now, don't you agree?"

        Ezra gave me a worried look while Damien nodded happily.

        "Well then, I suppose we've got ourselves a genuine conspiracy!" Damien chuckled.

        "I would appear so." I mumbled and went back to gazing out of the window.

        We sat in silence for the next ten minutes. Damien busied himself with a lose string on his jacket while Ezra simply stared at the roof. I guessed he was either in deep thought, or too ashamed to look at me. 

        The carriage soon came to an abrupt halt in front of an apartment.

        "Roll out the red carpet!" Damien hollered then proceeded to make trumpet noises with his hands over his mouth.

        "Is he always like this?" I asked Ezra as he helped me out of the carriage.

        He rolled his eyes and shook his head in response, still refusing to meet my gaze.

        "Welcome home!" Damien said with a plastered smile. "Well home for now, that is."

        I followed the two of them up the steps quickly, not wanting to be seen in nothing but a nightgown. We were greeted at the door by a short plump women in her mid-forties.

        "Good to see you monsieur!" She smile at Damien then gave Ezra and I an odd look. "And it seems you've brought company. Your mother will be so pleased."

        She said the last part with a sense of dread that frightened me a bit.

        "Don't worry, they are expected." Damien said coolly.

        "Oh, well in that case come inside! It's freezing out there!" She said with another forced smile.

        I shuffled in behind Ezra and the maid grabbed my arm. 

        "My dear! Your wearing your night clothes!" She had the same look on her face that my grandmother had when she'd found my lacy underwear in the laundry.

        "We left in a bit of a hurry." Damien said simply before walking away.

        Ezra and I scrambled to follow him, leaving the women standing confused in the doorway.

        "So where is the bit-, I mean witch?" Ezra asked as we made our way up a flight of stairs.

        Damien snorted in front of us. "I think what you were going to say is much more accurate, but oh well. And I have no idea where she's at and honestly don't care."

        I smiled at them two of them. They wanted to hate each other so much but just couldn't bring themselves to do it. It reminded me of my own brother and how much I missed him. I closed my eyes briefly and tried to picture him, but I drew a blank and soon forgot what I was even doing in the first place.

        We reached the top of the stairs and Damien immediately showed me to a ridiculously large bedroom.

        "This is where you will be residing. It's awful, I know, alas I'm merely doing as instructed." Damien said when he opened the door.

        The ceiling was so high, the Jolly Green Giant couldn't reach it without a ladder. There was a four poster bed against the left wall, complete a thousand pillows and a canopy. The walls were mahogany and the floor was oak, just like the rest of the home.

        I walked in and immediately broke out laughing. I'm not sure if it was the room or a nervous breakdown, but I couldn't help myself.

        "Well if you're finished going completely bonkers over there..." Damien said once I stopped for air. "...we need to get you dressed."

        "We?" I gasped trying to catch my breathe.

        "Oh well, I mean I'll show you the closet and then you can handle the rest. Unless you want help...?" Damien said with another sly grin.

        "Where's the closet?" I said and folded my arms across my chest.

        "Fine." He sighed then walked over to a large wooden door on the other side of the room.

        I followed and nearly past out when he opened the door. 

        It was a huge walk-in closet filled dozens of dresses and shoes, all of which where black or some shade of red.

        "Oh close your mouth, you look a fish." Damien said. "Everyone of these dresses has been used by my mother. She's picky but she also doesn't like to waste anything, so she saved all of these for you."

        "She must have been expecting me for awhile." I mumbled as I started looking through the clothes.

        "I suppose." Ezra said behind me.

        I turned around to see him standing in the doorway, I'd forgotten he was here.

        "Well we best be getting our way." Damien said and begin heading towards the door. "Anything else you should need, clothes wise I mean, should be in the dresser."

        "I'll come back soon and explain everything, I promise." Ezra told me before following his brother.

        The door clicked shut, leaving me alone in an empty room with nothing but hand-me-downs and my thoughts.

Erik's POV

        "Erik! Erik Destler!" 

        My eyes flicked open to find Giry standing over me. She tapped my leg roughly with her walking stick for the twentieth time.

        "Okay, I'm up! Jesus." I mumbled and sat up.

        My back was killing me and my head was spinning.

        "What happened?" I asked the women as I tried to stand, my back shrieking in protest.

        "You tell me." She said angrily.

        "I don't have to answer to you. You work for me, remember?" I glared at her as my memory began to return.

        Ezra and I had been trying to save Kat and by the looks of things, we hadn't succeeded. Dammit! I knew I couldn't trust that imbecile. My anger only grew when I realized where the coward had hidden me. I began to stomp angrily down the passage but was soon stopped by a walking stick hitting my shin.

        "What in the hell did I do this time?" I nearly yelled at the women.

        "What did you do?" She asked and pressed the stick against my chest, backing me into the wall.

        I wouldn't take this behavior from anyone else, but this women was not one to be reckoned with.

        "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." I narrowed my eyes and removed the stick from my chest.

        She let it hit the floor before replying. "I'm missing a ballerina. Now Erik, if you have her, I won't be angry, but I want her back. Now."

        "You mean Katerina? Well I hate to inform you that she's been kidnapped by her little friend and his brother." I said and continued walking towards the lair.

        "What?" Giry said , concern and anger filling her voice.

        "Don't worry, I'm taking care of it." I didn't want her alerting the police just yet. I wanted to destroy those two fools first.

        "How do you know where there going?" She hollered behind me.

        "I don't." I muttered so she couldn't hear me. 

        I hate when she tries to pull the motherly act on me. We reached the end of the hall and I walked through the door, but refused to let her past.

        "Now listen, those two fools are my problem now. Don't worry, I will get her back if it kills me." I said and meant it, then shut the door directly in her face.

        After that I began pacing in front of my organ, trying not to throw things in the process.

        "How could I be so foolish?" I yelled at nothing and threw down a candle stick, hoping it would make me feel better.

        It didn't.

        I listened to the sound of my own voice bouncing around room. How am I going to find her when I haven't slightest idea where to even began to look? It was useless, there was no point in trying. I suppose I will just go back to my regular routine of wallowing in self pity, alone.

        I walked to the organ and began tossing papers everywhere, hoping there was some kind of alcohol hidden beneath. When I came up short, I leaned against the side of the instrument and slid down to the floor. 

        About halfway down I notice something poking my leg. I dug around in my pocket and found a small piece of paper folded inside. Wondering where it had come from, I unfolded it to find a note scribbled in barely legible writing. It was obvious that whomever had written it was in a hurry;

        Don't know where we are headed, think it may be an apartment in or near the center of the city. Kat is in no danger, at least not from us that is. Please don't come looking, not yet. My brother has a plan, I assure you Kat will not be harmed

        I did not plan this and I sincerely hope you can find it your heart                                                                                                                                                                          to forgive me,

                                                                                                                          Ezra

        That insolent boy! It's bad enough he helped, but he did it voluntarily! That is last straw. To hell with his warnings and plans!

        I ran to my table full of drawing and snagged my cloak from it. I'd thrown it there at some point time, though I'm not sure when or why exactly. I looked at the drawings of Christine and, surprisingly, her face brought on no emotions for me, not anymore. 

        "I lost you, but I refuse to lose her as well." I said to the pictures before swiping the entire table clean of them.

        I left my home on foot, leaving nothing but the sound of paper hitting the ground behind me.

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