"Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. It just sounded so silly, and you acted like it was such a big deal."

   Jenna then yanked her paw away from Steele's, "In case you haven't noticed, Steele," She remarked sternly, "it's a very big deal to me. Before my Father passed away, he promised he'd send the Angel to me, and he was right, he did send him to me, and he's made me happy, and he's given me back my will to sing again. I thought you, an old friend of mine, one that grew up with me would understand, of all dogs, but I guess I was wrong." She then walked away, only this time, Steele didn't follow her, since he knew he messed up badly, even more than when she left him at the park.

   Steele returned to his seat, and sighed, as he slumped down in his seat. You just had to laugh, you idiot! You just had to! Steele couldn't contain his anger as he growled to himself, realizing that this was his fault. He'd never really thought that he might be the cause of this dysfunctional relationship that he was having with Jenna, but he was a proud dog, and it was clear that he wasn't about to take responsibility for this, even though he knew this argument was partially his fault, as was the previous one.

   Rather sad, that is.

   I can't believe this girl. First, she confuses me by not recognizing me, even though she knows who I am and was, and then she tells me that her 'teacher' is an Angel from a fairytail? What is going on? What's her deal?

   Steele rubbed his head and groaned, as this was all too much for him. Yet, he still stayed in his spot, as he waited for Jenna to probably come back to him (even though it should have been the other way around, if you want to know the truth) but after waiting for about an hour, he fell asleep waiting. He was soon awoken by the innkeeper, who snapped at him for not renting a room.

   "Sorry about that, uh, here, take this," He responded, and he took out a few gold pieces from his coat pocket. The owner gladly took it, and told him to take any room. Of course, Steele wasn't about to stay in any room, and he continued to wait for Jenna to come out of hers'.

   After another hour, he noticed that it was rather late, and he was about to fall asleep again, when he saw a cloaked figure walk out the front door out of the corner of his eye.

   Jenna, Steele got up from his seat, and immediately raced out the front door, but came to a stop when he couldn't tell where she was, as the night had finally fallen down on the little village. He then remembered that Jenna was heading off to leave some flowers for her Father at his grave. Thankfully, he remembered where the cemetery was, which was located next to the Church of Saint-Jacques, which wasn't too far from the inn, and he quickly made his way down the road towards that church.

   The chapel was a very standard place of worship, a small one that was used for weddings, masses, and funerals. Despite this, the entire cemetery was quite an eerie one once the malamute had made his way to the entrance gate. The only thing illuminating the place was the moon above them, so he had to squint in order to adjust to the darkness surrounding the gravesite.

   He scanned the endless amount of statues and plagues and tombstones, and did his best to find the husky, and once he did he was about to go up to her, when he remembered that this was somewhat of a private moment for her, so he stayed back behind the gate.

   He could see her wearing a cloak, which was actually dark blue, and she was standing in front of a statue that looked like an Angel holding a violin in its hands, with a small pile of skulls laced with roses at the base of the statue. Jenna laid down some small lilac flowers in front of the statue, and he could see her muttering something underneath her breath. As she did, Steele's ears perked as the sound of something soft drifted over the cemetery. It sounded like a violin was playing some sort of haunting and enchanting tune, one that wasn't familiar to the malamute. Steele thought he was hearing things, but he noticed that Jenna had also heard it as well, as she was looking around her, almost like she was trying to find the source of the music. It grew and grew from an alluring tone, to a louder, darker one, and it suddenly stopped.

   Steele ducked down underneath some bushes when Jenna looked his way, and he had to cover himself with the leaves in order to not be spotted. However, when the malamute knew the coast was clear, he went back to the gate, but found that Jenna was no longer standing in front of the grave. She was gone.

   Where did she go? Steele thought, as he didn't think that Jenna would leave so fast, but he didn't mind. After opening the rusty gate, he walked over to the statue where Jenna had laid the flowers at. The plague on the tomb read:

In Memory of Gustave Daae

Born September 2, 1832 – Died August 22, 1874

Beloved Musician and Father

   Steele's eyes then made its way to the name of the statue, since it called itself the Angel of Music. It was truly a beautiful statue, possibly custom made, but the malamute didn't have time to look over statues. He had to find Jenna.

   He made his way back to the chapel, and he knew it was far too late to look for her, and besides, he didn't know if she left Perros or went back to the inn. He was about to make his way back to the train station in defeat, when he thought he saw a dark figure move in the darkness.

   Jenna! Steele immediately ran up to figure, which was walking up the steps of a church. The figure was wearing a cloak as well as a hood, which was the same one that Jenna was wearing. It had to be her. Steele ran up to the figure, who looked like he was about to go inside the chapel.

   "Jenna, I-," Steele was cut off as soon as he grasped the figure's shoulder, and strangely, it felt awfully cold, almost deathly cold. He soon found out why as the cloaked shade turned around to face the malamute.

   Steele's eyes went wide with shock as this figured stared at him from underneath its hood. What freaked him out the most was the figure's head, as it was nothing more than a white, dog's skull, like he was wearing a macabre mask, with piercing yellow eyes glowing out of the hollow sockets.

   Steele was completely taken aback by the figure, and the next thing he knew, he had lost his balance, and he tumbled down the steps of the church. He soon lost consciousness as soon as his head banged against the cold, hard gravel, and the figure atop the steps vanished like a shadow in the night.

Chapter 6

   It was a nice Sunday morning, one day away from the first performance of Faust, and upon opening their office that morning; the three managers were met with a few notes, as usual. When they saw the same red skull wax seal on the letters, they groaned, realizing that the Opera Ghost was up to no good.

   "Who wants to go first?" Kaltag asked his friends, who took their notes that were written for them.

   "I'll go first," Nikki replied, and ripped open the envelope with his claws, and peered at the letter inside.

   To Monsieur Nikki Firmin,

   My monthly salary is due, and must be paid in full. Please give the envelope to Madame Aurelia, as she will take it to the designated area of post.

   O.G.

   "He wants his salary," Nikki told the others, "20,000 francs and all,"

   "Well, isn't that nice?" Kaltag added sarcastically, "Why does he want so much? He might as well take everything from the bank!"

   "He said he has 'other projects' that he's been working on," Star said, "But why would a ghost want money?"

   The trio shrugged their shoulders.

   "My turn," Star ripped open his letter, and read it aloud:

   To Monsieur Star Andre,

   I do not appreciate being spied on, especially when I am watching rehearsals. It is very rude, and I would like to be left alone.

   O.G.

   "He knows…" Star answered gravely, realizing that what he saw might have been real, and not a hoax.

   "Oh, Star, don't be silly." Nikki said, "We already told you it was just your imagination."

   "Oh yeah," He then gulped, "Sure, how reassuring." The managers then jumped when the door to their office was opened, as a poodle walked into the room with her servant.

   "Monsieur Managers," She said, rather crossly "I would like to have a word with you."

   "Is something the matter?" Kaltag replied.

   The poodle tossed her pink scarf around her neck, "You should know what the matter is, Monsieur, especially when you asked me to come here."

   The Chinook raised a brow, confused, "What? I didn't send you anything."

   "Jacques, the letter," She ordered her servant, who placed the letter in her paw, which she read aloud:

   Dear La Carlotta,

   With all do respect, whilst we all appreciate your presence at the Opera Canine, we realize that your voice is not up to par, in comparison to Mademoiselle Daae, who, in my opinion, has a much more "refined and distinguished" tone,