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Post by Édouard Isaacs on Feb 27, 2009 11:43:59 GMT -5
Damned Ghost
Edouard paced his office his annoyance was apparent on every inch of his face as he read from a letter in his left hand. In his right hand was a cigar, which he placed in the ashtray as he returned to read the letter. It had been slipped under his door earlier that day while he’d been in a meeting so he had no means of a return address. As he reread the letter for the seventh time he lingered on several parts that made his blood boil
‘Welcome to my opera house.’
Well that was certainly presumptuous of the so called ‘Opera Ghost’ but what really made his blood boil was the fact that some arrogant member of staff at the Opera House had the cheek to write him a letter demanding 30,000 Francs a month. What did they take him for? A fool? No sir Edouard was no fool and certainly wasn’t about to give into the ravings of a member of staff.
It was apparent though that whoever had written this letter knew extensively of what had happened when the Opera House was last open. Maybe it was an ex worker returning Edouard thought as he poured himself a glass of brandy, taking a swig he read on
…you miscast a terribly important role, or anything of the like, I will correspond with you directly and immediately…
Edouard’s upper lip curved into a small smile, it was obvious whoever had written the letter didn’t know Edouard very well. Edouard A. would never dream of casting anyone like the former Prima Donna La Carlotta and B. wasn’t that impressed with Opera. He had yet to see an Opera that impressed him. On the whole he thought them very over rated…but they where over rated shows people paid a lot of money to see, so he wasn’t going to complain.
With a laugh he dropped the letter on his desk it was utterly ridiculous that someone thought they could con him out of 30.000 Francs. Taking a seat at his desk he pushed the letter to one side and pulled out a set of papers that where in need of his urgent attention. The Opera Ghost would just have to be disappointed he thought shaking his head.
If you obey my meagre demands without fault, we will not need to repeat those silly antics of days gone by.
These words amused Edouard greatly if the ‘Opera Ghost’ existed then Edouard was expecting something truly magnificent to get his attention for nothing else would make him believe in an old tale cooked up by the original manager to get publicity. He had to hand it to him it certainly had people coming even now, but if one more person asked him about the Opera Ghost he would most certainly run them through with a sword…most probably.
Word Count. 476 Status. Finnished. Extra Notes. Yaya for the Ghost! And still getting the hang of the whole male thing o.O
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Post by Monsieur Le Fantome on Mar 3, 2009 4:54:50 GMT -5
Erik was intelligent enough to realize and expect that no sane man would likely take his threat seriously, at least not at first. Except in the case of extreme paranoia it was ridiculous to expect the well socialized to consider his plight well, real. Still, it wasn't exactly encouraging when the new fool in charge laughed at his letter and dropped it onto his desk. He laughed! Oh the audacity of it. Erik watched the aging man moving about in his office, musing over his options. He could very well send another letter, this one of a more threatening nature, and hope that by very persistence he could convince Monsieur Isaacs. But that would take entirely too long and in the end, the bloody fool would still need some sort of proof.
Deciding that haste was likely best in the given situation, Erik chose direct confrontation. Oh, he would never reveal himself, not to a bumbling idiot with no apparent respect for music at all. But perhaps an introduction would suffice.
"Is it not polite, good Monsieur, to at least reply when one receives correspondance?"
Erik threw his voice so that it came from the lamp upon Edouards desk. When the man started and jumped back, he didn't bother to hide his chuckle. He continued onward, though this time his voice emnated from the coat rack just behind the door.
"Perhaps," Erik began, his voice silky and smooth and more beautiful than most, "you will take more kindly to a more literal introduction. I believe you know who I am."
Erik was pleased at the look of surprise on his quarrys face, mixed with disbelief and finally suspicion. He continued.
"Let us make acquaintance this way, then. I am the Opera Ghost. Yes, all of those terrible stories are true. But we mustn't repeat such things, Edouard. If only you and I can come to a sort of.. agreement. My demands are relatively simple and lax in comparison with what I have garnered from previous men of your position. Simple compliance will ensure my loyalty."
Erik spoke from the window shade now, using a tone one might exercise with a petulant child.
"Ah, but I can see you still doubt.." he said, sounding amused. "I understand your skepticism. It has been a rough lot for you, hasn't it Edouard Isaacs? I offer my deepest condolences over the loss of your precious wife, and your sweet Antoinette Luce. I am sure their loss was... devastating. But let's not let it cloud our judgement, shall we, good Sir?"
Erik fell silent, watching the play of emotion over Edouards face as he considered his next words. He was getting older and didn't particularly desire to maim, kill or otherwise destroy anyone or anything to make his point. If he could only find Edouards point of weakness and exploit that things would likely go well for both of them.
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