Shatterglass

Shatterglass
I do not own Phantom of the Opera.
SUMMERY:
When Christine Daae is offered the oppertunity of a lifetime, she and her blind sister, Chloe, are whisked off to Europe to tours with the masked rock and rolls star, Erik Destler...
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:
Many thank yous to my good friend, Angel Rose, for proofreading my fanfictions!!!

When Christine stepped into the room, she blinked several times, for the room was decorated in creams and gold. There was a couch, a vanity and a rack of costumes. She turned her attention from the room to the man who was busy sorting through a folderful of papers.

“Christine? This room is giving me the hebejeebees,” anounced Chloe nervously, shifting on her feet.

Christine turned her attention from the man to her little sister, not out of rudeness, but because her sister was her first priority.

“How’s that, love?” she crooned softly, hugging her sister close to her.

“It doesn’t feel live in,” she confessed. “No smells anywhere.”

Christine almost laughed out loud. Her sister’s sense of smell was so keen that when she was five years old, she smell a fire ten blocks away from school and called the fire department. That had made her a hero of the city for the longest time.

“Chloe, this room isn’t meant to be lived in. It’s like a hotel room. Different people come to stay here,” she explained patiently to Chloe, who nodded, understanding.

Christine straightened up, one hand on her sister’s shoulder, the other outstreched to shake Erik Destler’s hand.

Instead of shaking it, he bent down and brushed her knuckles against his lips. When he went to do the same to Chloe, she playfully smacked his hand away and went to explore his face. Christine quickly explained to him why she did this and he allowed for her to run her fingers around his face.

“Why do you wear a mask?” she asked him innocently.

Erik Destler took a deep intake of breath before answering her in a quiet voice.

“Because I need to, young one,” he answered, looking for the right words to express the why. To his relief, she didn’t press any further, instead, withdrawing her hand and petting Sammy. “What kind of dog is he?”

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After chatting with Erik, Christine felt like he was a decent man. She had to pratcially drag Chloe away from him, where they were debating over the piano and keyboards as being the better insterments of choice. She told Chloe firmly that they had to return to unpack and get settled in before the show that night.

Chloe pouted as she said good bye to Erik, whistling for Sammy to lead her back out to the car. Once they arrived, Joseph opened the car door for them once more, chatting idilli with Chloe about the history of Paris. Christine shook her head at her little sister, smiling as she asked Joseph about the history of Notre Dame, even though she knew every aspect of it’s history.

Meg could see that Christine was deep in thought and decided not to press her into revealing what was on her mind. Instead, she decided to look out the window at the beautiful scenery of Paris.

About fifteen minutes later, the Rolls Royce arrived at the hotel, a fancy five star with a swimming pool and bar among other luxeries. Joseph helped the ladies out before giving the bellhop their luggage. With a polite “Good day,” he hopped back into the car and drove off.

The seond Christine entered the hotel, she was spellbound by its beauty. The lobby was decorated in pale blue, cream and gold, with several plush armchairs scattered about and a room with French door led to the pool and jacuzzi. The front desk was decorated in gilted gold trim on mahogany and the staff was polite and friendly. When Chloe entered with Sammy, the staff told her that they would make any accomidations avalible for her.

“Thank you,” said Chloe, urging Sammy forwards after her sister and new friend as they went up to their suit on the penthouse floor.

The bellhop used one of his keys to open a set of double doors and motioned for the girls to enter. When they did, Christine gasped at the beauty of the room. Like the lobby, it was decorated in pale blue, cream and gold, with a spacious balcony to Sammy to do his buiness outside, two queen sized beds, a sitting room and a bathroom with a sink in jacuzzi tub, a shower stall and double sinks. The room was, all in all, stunningly beautiful.

“Wow...” was all that Christine could say as she pirouetted on her toes. “This is...”

“Mr. Destler must really like you if he’s paying for you to stay in a nice hotel,” commented Meg. “Normally, he just make Mom and I stay in a three star hotel.”

“Why?” Christine asked, placing her suitcase onto the bed to start unpacking.

At that moment, Chloe released Sammy from his harness and the excited dog ran over to one of the beds before jumping onto it with a loud bark.

“Sammy, down,” ordered Christine. The dog hopped off before sulking over to a corner of the room.

“I get dibs on the bed that Sammy was on!” shouted Chloe, bouncing up and down on the bed. She giggled as she jumped, making her short red bob fly into her ever staring green eyes. “Come on Sammy, up!” The pit bull/mastiff barked before joining his mistress on the bed. The two curled up before Chloe was out like a lightbulb.

“Chloe,” sighed Christine before hanging up her dresses. Once she had finished unpacking all her clothes, she turned to her bathroom neccessities. “Hey Meg, why don’t you come and sleep over with us tonight?”

“You mean it?” asked Meg, becoming hyper.

“Of course I do,” grinned Christine. “Besides, who else will help me get used to Eruopean customs?”