You Little Viper

You Little Viper
I do not own anything. Just James.
SUMMERY:
When Joseph Buquet dies at the hands of the phantom, his child takes it into hands to kills the notorius opera ghost...

It all started (and ended) on the opening night of Il Muto.

I was on the catwalk, waiting for my cue to lower and rasie the sets when Carlotta Guidicelli, the so called “prima donna” of the opera house, croaked.

What else could I do but laugh at her?

I knew that it wasn’t, well, nice, (so to put it plainly) to laught at her, but the cow had been rude to me on several occasions, and it was reather nice to see her make a total fool of herself onstage.

After the new managers rushed unstage and announced the new casting, I was relieved to see the role of the countess was awarded to the gentle Christine Daae. I had always admired her voice, for it was so pure and innocent.

After the managers had announced the ballet, I scrambled to the ropes to lower the approapiate backdrop. After about five minutes of heticness, the ballet rats were dancing to a beautiful song as I leaned over the railing that overlooked the stage, glancing behind me every few seconds, for I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my guts.

Suddenly, I heard a scruffle behind me. I turned around with a heavy sigh- now what were the lazy babboons of stage hands up to?

But then I felt my blood run cold.

The phantom of the opera was gripping my father as he slid a punjab lasso around his neck.

For the next three minutes, everything went still.

Until the phantom pushed Papa over the walkway and to his death.

I felt a scream rising up in my throat and I gladly let it leave my trembling lips. I ignored the chaos going on underneath me and I ran towards my father’s murderer with a violent cry of fury. I reached into my boot and grabbed the trusty knife that I always carried for splicing rope and raised it in an attempt to kill the man who had taken away everything from me.

The phantom was not prepaired for my attack as I rammed in in the back with my small shoulders. He stumbled forwards a few feet, gasping in surprise as he rightened himself. Then he turned to face me, half his face stoney and cold as he looked me over.
With another roar of pain, I attack him. He was prepaired this time and knocked the knife from my hand, grabbing me by the wrists with one hand, the other going towards my throat.

“You-” was all that I managed to say before he tightened his hand around my neck and began to squeeze. I coughed and choaked as I tried in vain to free myself before his hand released my neck in confusement. He then did the unthinkable.

He patted my crouch.

A look of shock came over his face of he dropped me. I scrambled to my feet and aimed a punch towards his face. It landed on his unmasked cheek, causing for his mask to fly off. His hands went to his face, but I had already seen. With a gasp of horror and fright, I spun around and ran towards the rooftop, a place where I had always gone to escape.

I barged onto the snow covered roof, only to find that I was alone.

I was alone.

Papa wasn’t there anymore.

I wept, my loss evident as I cried my sorrows. At this point, I wanted to curl up and die. What would happen to me? I was barely even sixteen years of age, and the required age to work at the opera house was twenty one. Papa, being the loving father that he was, had pulled some strings for me so that way I could be able to bring more food to the table.
Suddenly, I heard the sounds of two people running up the steps that led to the roof. I hid myself between the back hoofs of a rearing Pegasus, just wanting for them to leave me alone.
Out burst Christine Daae, looking wild and dishevaled, and the patront- the Vicomt Raoul de Changy. The were talking about him.
The beast who murdered my father.
I felt my blood boil as I listened to Christine defending him from the count. How dare she! Didn’t she now know what the monster was capable of? But then she told Raoul about his face... dear Lord, how I wished I could forget that face! But I feared that it was branded into my memory for life now, and that it would haunt me until the day I died.
And then the unthinable happened.
Christine and the count confessed their love for each other.
I was a bit shocked after they left me (unknowingly) in the cold. I was begining to shiver, but I truely wanted to die and join my parents in heaven, where we could live as a family.
That was the last thought that fluttered into my mind before I blacked out.