As much as it pains me to say it, it appears that Lord Ambrose D'Arcy is a formidable opponent. Not only did that pasty-faced Brit succeed in effectively neutralizing me by arranging my incarceration by a devoted "phan" halfway across the world, but he also managed to sideline my network of informants by anonymously supplying a law school scholarship for Madame Giry and sending the Persian on a wild goose chase by hinting that my disappearance was due to darker purposes. That only left Little Meg and she has been distracted by the advances of the Baron de Barbazac (not to be confused with the Baron de Barbizon, the Beauty School King).
And my worst fear has been realized. My Christine has been completely taken in by D'Arcy's machinations. As you can see, his cohorts in the media succeeded in driving a wedge between my Angel and her fiancé with the incessant rumours about the Vicomte's infidelity and peccadillos:
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Viscount Raoul de Chagny in rehab for sex addiction
Updated 10/17/2009 11:03 AM
Paris, France (AP) — Viscount Raoul de Chagny has entered a rehabilitation facility for sex addiction.
In a statement released Friday by his lawyer, M. Cartier, the French aristocrat said he did so voluntarily, adding: "I ask for respect and privacy for my fiancée and myself as we deal with this situation as a couple."
The de Chagny family's publicist, Adobo Pasquale, confirmed the rehab report, which first appeared on People.com.
He and Cartier both declined to elaborate further.
de Chagny, 21, has been fighting allegations of affairs, alcohol abuse and sexual addiction since his return from his humanitarian aid trip early last year.
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Their engagement was called off around the New Year, it seems, and the Vicomte has yet to return.
D'Arcy has even gone so far as to relocate her to another dressing room where I no longer have immediate access to her. With no one who truly cares about her able to come to her aid, it is no wonder that talentless, warthog-faced hack's plans are coming so quickly to fruition. They are already deep into rehearsals and an opening night has already been established.
I have only managed to speak to Christine once since my return, and she was strangely quiet as to what she has been doing in regards to the “opera.” I am beginning to suspect she is keeping something from me.
Your Angel of Darkness,
O.G.
My dear readers, I suppose you've been wondering why my journal has been devoid of notes these past several months. Well, it is all due to that villain D'Arcy and the lengths he will go to ensure there is no interference in bringing his opera - inspired by MY ORIGINAL WORK - to life this year.
You see, in late September, I decided to journey to the Americas to a place called "Las Vegas" to attend an event called "Phantom Fans Week." The thought of a week-long event centering around my legend piqued my curiosity, so I decided to travel halfway across the globe, entrusting Madame Giry would inform me of anything of importance that may happen in my absence. She even provided me with something called a cell phone since "trans-Atlantic mail correspondence would be too slow," she said. My curiosity got the better of me and I wound up disassembling it halfway through my trip overseas.
It was an intriguing experience seeing so many people who seemed quite interested in my life and story. A curious group of people, these Phantom fans. I had expected people who related to me to be depressed and gloomy pre-teens all dressed in black, but this lot was a rather jolly one Which, as it turns out, is a ruse to make you drop your guard so one of them can sand-bag you in the middle of the night and lock you up in their basement for four months.
It could have been worse, of course. They could have been Twi-hards.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to find out exactly what has been going on in my absence…
Your obedient servant,
O.G.
