Chapter 5: Double Vision
by Myshawolf (myshawolf at yahoo.com)
MW: Hey, Here is chapter 5. The song in here is sung by Sarah
Brightman and is called "Figlio Perduto" (Lost Son). There is going to
be some romance for Moriarty coming up. Tell me what you think.
Chapter 5: Double Vision
"No thanks to you, Ruelle -- or should I address you more formally as
the Count de Chagny?" Erika replied sweetly to the Count.
"Ruelle will do, since we have known each other for a long time."
Ruelle smiled charmingly. Moriarty noted that it didn't cover up the
glint of hate in his eyes.
"Don't remind me. It's time I wish I could take back. Now if you don't
mind I prefer to enjoy my meal and company." Erika dismissed him
easily, as if the Count were nothing.
The Count's grin disappeared. Moriarty took note of how coldly he
glared at Erika. Erika turned her attention to Moriarty. Her blue eyes
blazed with passion when she smiled at him. Moriarty smiled back. He
was starting to like her style. Erika reached for her glass when the
Count grabbed her wrist and turned her towards him.
"Don't ever dismiss me like that again," the Count growled into her
Erika's face went stony real quick. Moriarty was on his feet quickly
and ready to grab the foolish count. Suddenly, Erika tossed something
into the Count's face. The Count screamed in pain as the substance
came in contact with his eyes. Erika rubbed her wrist as she stood
next to Moriarty. Balanced between two fingers was a small vial.
"I would suggest, Ruelle, you get to your feet and go to the men's
bathroom and wash your eyes out. That substance won't permanently
damage anything. However, I can do some permanent damage if you want,"
Erika promised coldly.
"You will pay," Ruelle vowed as he stumbled to his feet.
"You can't do anything worse than you already have," Erika stated with
no emotion in her voice.
Moriarty spoke up for the first time, taking a step towards the
temporarily blinded Count, "I strongly suggest you leave now while you
can, with dignity -- before I throw you out."
Erika gave him a mischievous grin and a wink, "Thank you, James. You
are too kind."
"This isn't the end, Erika. I'll wipe you and your kin off the face of
this planet," the Count bellowed before staggering away.
Erika stared hard after the Count. Her fist clenched in front of her.
Moriarty watched her closely. Obviously there was bad blood between
the Count and Erika's family. Almost as bad as the feud between the
Count and the Phantom. Moriarty wondered if Erika was related to the
Phantom. He decided he would broach the idea once they were back to
"Shall we?" Moriarty suggested to her. Erika turned and walked back
the room. She waited for Moriarty join her before closing the
curtains. She turned to see Moriarty standing by his seat waiting for
her to sit first. A small smile played around her mouth at the thought
of him playing the gentleman again. Elegantly she sat back down and
watched Moriarty sit as well. Erika's mind compared his movements to
that of a black panther. Sleek and lethal, he was a force to be
"As I was saying before the interruption, I have a proposal for your
friend, the Phantom," Moriarty stated. At Erika's nod, he continued,
"I would like to form an alliance with him."
Erika raised a brow at this. She thought for a minute before speaking,
"What do you have to offer the Phantom?"
"I can give him wealth, power, or a place in my world order when I
take over the Earth," Moriarty declared.
"That's not good enough. The Phantom has no need for more money. He
has all he needs. Power isn't a necessity either. He rules the Opera
House and that's all he really wants. If you mean criminal world
connections, well, he won't want them. It'll make it to easy to track
him," Erika pointed out. "And pardon my frankness, but you are a long
ways off from world domination. He won't bite."
"What would you suggest that I do, Ms. Noir?" Moriarty growled.
Erika smiled, "Research. Find out what the Phantom values the most and
try to deliver that. That's my advice to you. I'm sorry if that puts
Moriarty considered this. He could be a patient man if he had to be.
Erika seemed to be willing to help him or give him clues. Maybe he
could make one request of her.
"Will you deliver a message to the Phantom for me?" Moriarty asked.
"Of course. What would like me to tell him?"
"Tell him my proposal and that if I can prove his identity, he must
accept my proposal."
"And if he refuses?"
"Then I will track him down and convince him through any means
necessary," Moriarty promised. "I'm not a violent man, but I will
resort to it if it gets me what I want."
"A sentiment shared by all humans," Erika noted, "Where would like him
to send his reply?"
"Have him post it in the New London Times classified section. I will look
for his response in a few days."
"Very well, I will let him know."
"Now with that out of the way, may ask you one question before we must
"You just did." Erika smiled as she gathered her things.
"Are you and the Phantom related?"
Moriarty smirked at her shocked expression as she looked at him. She
looked away as she answered.
"We are closer than you will ever know. I will never be able to break
away from him as easily as you can a relation," Erika informed him.
Moriarty froze as she looked him in the eye and told him, "Ours is
bond that can't be broken easily, even by Death."
Moriarty watched silently as Erika stood up and walked over to the
drawn curtain. With one hand on the curtains, she turned and shot him
a sly smile.
"Besides, he saved my life from the Count," Erika informed him before
disappearing behind the curtain.
Moriarty sat there. He knew he should follow her to make sure she was
safe from the deranged count. However, he had a feeling she could
handle him. He smirked as he remembered her agility with the powder.
Wracking his brain, he tried to remember where he seen such speed in a
female. Lestrade was fast but this Erika moved like a cheetah or a
trained cat, fast and with a special kind of grace. And her eyes -- he
knew he had seen her eyes before. But where?
Holmes and Lestrade walked through the darkened cemetery. The ailver
moonlight made several of the headstones glow. They both were wearing
heavy woolen cloaks to ward against the night air. Beth stayed close
to Sherlock's side. Something wasn't right here. She felt Sherlock
slip his hand into hers and give it a squeeze. Beth felt a little
"So," Sherlock started, "How are you and Chief Inspector Leroux
"We're not." Beth shrugged. "He was my father's best friend since
their school days. My father and he worked together for years when I
was growing up. He has always been Uncle Etienne since I was little.
When Dad died, he came over to help my mother. Raised me and has every
summer until I entered The Academy."
Holmes nodded as they walked. "That explains a lot. Now, the Crypt
should be straight ahead."
Lestrade smiled. "Good. I never liked cemeteries, especially at
"Afraid something is going to jump out at you, my dear Lestrade?"
Sherlock smiled at her. His eyes gleamed with a mischievous look.
Lestrade smiled in spite of herself and shook her head. She was about
to respond when a high pitched scream ripped through the silent night.
The two turned towards the direction of the scream. Without a word,
they hurried towards the sound. The Moon shone bright, guiding their
way. They stopped at the sight of a figure draped in black. In its
hand was a gun. Lestrade pulled out her ioniser and took aim.
"Freeze! This is the police!" Lestrade yelled. The figure turned to
them. Its features were hidden by a white mask. One thought entered
their mind. It's the Phantom. Lestrade lowered her weapon in shock.
The figure turned and ran into the night. Lestrade took off after it.
"Lestrade, stop!" Sherlock shouted as he started after her.
He stopped at the sight of a young woman lying on the ground. He bent
over her checking for a pulse and found none. He pulled out a
communicator and called Watson. He informed Watson of what had
happened and to contact the police. As he put the communicator away,
Sherlock felt something was watching him. He turned quickly and stared
right into the bright blue eyes of another darkly dressed figure.
Sherlock pulled out his cane.
"Who are you?" Sherlock asked. The figure didn't answer or move. Its
stared at Sherlock angrily.
"Why are you here?" the figure asked. Sherlock froze when he heard
it. It was the same voice that he had heard at the Opera House. The Phantom's
voice. Sherlock stared at the Phantom intensely. He could tell that
the Phantom wasn't wearing a mask.
"Someone is dead," Sherlock answered.
"Well, Monsieur Holmes, I'd say they are in the right place. But that
doesn't answer my question," the Phantom chuckled.
"Inspector Lestrade and I were searching for a crypt," Holmes stated.
"She took off after the assailant. You, in fact."
"I can state with great honesty your beautiful companion was not
following me." The Phantom frowned, "You'd better hurry, Monsieur
Holmes. She may be in grave danger."
Suddenly, Holmes heard Lestrade yell for his help. It sent a chill
down Sherlock's spine when he heard it. He turned around, forgetting
about the Phantom and raced in Lestrade's direction. The Phantom
silently followed, intrigued by this turn of events.
Sounds of a struggle reached Sherlock's ears as he tried to catch up
with Lestrade. His pace quickened as he ran down the moonlit path. He
stopped to see Lestrade struggling with a bulkier Phantom. The
'Phantom' pushed Lestrade away and glared at Sherlock. Holmes noted
that this Phantom's eyes were brown. The 'Phantom' pulled a revolver
from his cloak and took aim at Lestrade.
Before Sherlock could move, a silver object flew towards the gun. The
two metal objects met and the gun dropped to the ground. The object
flew behind Holmes. He knew the other Phantom was behind him.
"Well, it seems I have a twin," the Phantom mused, "I can understand,
Monsieur Holmes, how you could mistake us. But I can tell you honestly
that man isn't me."
Sherlock smiled at those words as he walked over and helped Lestrade
to her feet. Lestrade looked between the two Phantoms, confused. She
was about to voice her opinion, but Sherlock silenced her.
The brown-eyed Phantom growled, "You have meddled in my affairs for
the last time."
"Is that a threat? I should be the one making them, since you are
impersonating me," the blue-eyed Phantom shot back.
"I will destroy you," this Phantom shouted as he jumped towards
the other Phantom. Suddenly a bright light flashed, blinding Holmes and
Lestrade. When the light dimmed, both Phantoms were gone. Lestrade
stood there, shaken. She turned to Holmes.
"What the hell is going on?" she demanded.
"I wish I knew." Holmes sighed. Soon the Paris Police entered the
The passageway was dark and damp. The sound of footsteps echoed down
the passage. The Phantom trudged down the hallways. What a night, it
growled. First, the meeting with Moriarty, only to be interrupted by
that idiot count who thought the heavens and the earth moved only for
him. Then the imposter in the cemetery, trying to commit a crime and
have the Phantom blamed for it. Fortunately or unfortunately, Sherlock
Holmes was there and could verify that there were two Phantoms present,
otherwise the imposter's plan might have worked.
The Phantom growled loudly, "Father, look at this mess you have left
No one answered, nor did the Phantom expect anyone to. It continued its
trek to its home, exhausted. Tomorrow, it was going to hear it from
Nadir over tonight's events. The phantom sighed. Nadir's heart was in
the right place, since he was living up to his promise to her father
that Nadir would protect the Phantom. Soon it reached the hidden door
to its home. Pulling out a rusty key, it opened the door and slipped
in, leaving the darkness of the Underground for another night.
Soon an alarm sounded. The Phantom cursed lightly as it strode over
to a monitor. It smiled as it watched two intruders prepare to enter
the Opera House. Looking down at its clothes, a plan began to hatch in
the Phantom's mind. The perfect greeting for two nosy detectives.
Moriarty sat in his chair thinking. Fenwick was out once again trying
to find out anything he could on the Phantom. Moriarty turned over the
events of the evening over in his mind. His meeting wasn't what he had
expected, but he may have gained an ally, at least, in Erika Noir.
Erika was a mystery. She was a friend of the Phantom. Possibly even
more if her cryptic statements were any indication of anything. A
smile touched Moriarty's lips when he remembered how she handled
Ruelle, the Count de Chagny. She was cool, yet full of spirit as she
exchanged verbal blows with him. Moriarty could see that she possessed
a capable mind and a great cunning. Those were things few women
possessed even in this advanced day and age. Moriarty found her charming
ways and good manners refreshing. The only other woman worthy of his
respect was one who treated him very poorly. Beth Lestrade was a very
intelligent woman, but Holmes could have her and her American manners.
Erika was... different. Moriarty only had spent one evening with her, yet he
could tell she was uncommon.
He would find the Phantom and persuade him to join Moriarty's quest
for the world. With the Phantom came Erika. Working with her would
definitely be an experience, one Moriarty was looking forward to. Moriarty
shook his head. It was best not to get attached. Attachments are
weaknesses that he could not afford to have.
A beautiful tune drifted through the auditorium of The Paris Opera
House. The haunting sound played on an unseen piano. The music tried
to entice the spirits of the past to come out and dance. This sound
greeted Sherlock Holmes and Beth Lestrade as they entered the vacant
Theater. The lobby was cast in darkness. As they walked through to the
stage, Lestrade looked for some sign of movement.
"Are you sure the Phantom will come to us?" Beth asked as her eyes on
the picture of Christine Daae.
"He will. We need to establish which one is the real Phantom. The real
one would be found here," Sherlock explained, as they walked out of the
lobby and into the dark auditorium.
They froze at the sight in front of them. Standing on the stage stood
Christine Daae dressed in black; a single light shone on her. Her gaze
fell to the wings. She brought her hands to her chest and began to
sing. The song had cast a spell over them as they watched in silent as
she sang it in Italian.
Christine turned towards them and extended a hand to them. Suddenly the
whole house lit up. Holmes put a protective arm around Lestrade as
they slowly approach her. Christine smiled sadly as she continued her
Muri die vento
(Walls of wind)
Notte e scesa
(Night has fallen)
Padre e figlio sono
(Father and son are)
Con un cavallo
(With a horse)
In questa grande
(Through this intense)
Ma ad un tratto
Il bombo trema
(The boy trembles.)
Freddo si fa.
(It gets cold.)
Beth and Sherlock climbed on the stage. Christine moved away from them
as she walked towards the wings. Sherlock noted several differences
between her and the girl in the painting. She turned to them and
whispered the last verse very softly.
"Padre, o Padre,
(Father, oh Father)
Tu non hai visto
(Have you not seen)
Re degli elfi?
(The king of the elves?)
(There he is.)
Vuoi fare un gioco?
(Do you want to play?)
Giota ti porto.
(I bring you joy.)
Vieni con me."
(Come with me.)
Padre, o Padre,
(Father, oh Father,)
Hai gia sentito
(Have you heard)
Cosa mi dice
(What he said)
E che voul' far?
(And what he will do?)
Se tu non vieni,
(If you don't come with me,)
Lo usero la forza che ho.
(I'll use my power.)
Padre, o Padre,
(Father, oh Father,)
Re degli elfi!
(It's the king of the elves!)
Mi sta toccando!
(He is touching me!)
Male mi fa!
(He hurts me!)
Suddenly the light went out, plunging the auditorium into complete
darkness. Sherlock grabbed for Beth. Beth felt something grab her
and flipped the person on to the stage. She then pinned them. Soon the
lights came up. Beth blushed when she realized she'd pinned Sherlock to
the ground. A deep chuckle caught their attention. Both turned from
where they laid, to see the Phantom standing there.
"Perso e gia," the Phantom sang in his tenor voice. A smile
graced his lips. Blue eyes seem to sparkle under the white mask. A
black cloak wrapped around his frame.
"You are seeking me, Monsieur Holmes?" the Phantom greeted. "One would
think you would have had enough of me this day."
"I wanted to be sure that you are the real Phantom," Holmes answered
as he helped Lestrade up, "It will help clear things up for the police
The Phantom raised an eyebrow. "Thinking of turning me in, Monsieur Holmes?
You are welcome to try."
Sherlock shook his head. "I don't think you were the one who committed
the murder in the cemetery. You could have easily killed Inspector
Lestrade and me if that were the case. I just want you to know we are
on the same side."
The Phantom laughed, "Everyone is seeking my alliance tonight. I'll
give you a challenge then, Monsieur Holmes. You must be able to deduce
who I am before the other who seeks me does. May the race of wits begin."
The lights flickered off and on, revealing that the Phantom had vanished
again. Lestrade and Holmes stared at each other. Holmes smiled
brightly. He liked nothing more than a good challenge. Lestrade
returned the smile; so did she.
MW: (holds up a katana and a banana): Okay, guys, start hitting that
review button or the banana gets it.
Editor's Note: "Figlio Perduto" is an Italian version of "Erl-koenig"
(The Elf-King) written by the great German poet Goethe. (And the Canon quotes
Goethe. Extra Sherlockian points!)
E il bambino
(And the boy)
Con occhi chiusi
(With closed eyes)
Lui non si muove.
Perso e gia.
(He's already lost.)
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