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Happiness for the Phantom
It had all started with his voice, but it ended when she saw his face. So he hid from the world for years, until one day the opera house had been rebuilt. He went back, back to where it all started. He rebuilt his home below the opera house. The phantom was back, back in his opera house.
The phantom sore to himself that he wouldn't let past events take place again, but what he didn't know was that fate had a different plan for him.
Ch1
the year was 1876
Bella had finally done it, she ran. She had finally escaped. Bella ran as fast as her legs could go. She had been running for days now, with little rest. She was too scared to stop now, she had gotten this far, she didn't want to stop. Bella had finally made it to Paris, she had dreamed of going to Paris, but under cretin circumstances she has never been. Now tired and covered in filth, Bella walked the streets of Paris with nowhere to go.
Then she heard it, it was like it was calling to her, a voice that pulled her to the open doors. As she entered the building the sound had stopped. Bella stepped deeper in the building; she could feel her body start to slow. She wobbled and tried to catch her balance, but the room started to spin, then darkness.
Madame Giry was in the middle of a lesson before she heard a strange crashing sound come from back stage.
"Girls finish your warm up then take a five minute break," The girls all nodded, as Madame Giry walked to the back stage. As she walked around she had to hold in gasped as she found a girl that looked to be only nineteen, she was lying on her back, unconscious. She was wearing a faded blue dress that was tattered at the ends.
Madame Giry kneeled down beside the girl. She put a hand on her forehead, she didn't have a fever, but Madame Giry still worried about the poor thing. She couldn't help but feel a strange sadness for the girl.
Bella opened her eyes slowly; all she wanted to do was stay where she was and not move. She slowly she sat up and took in her soundings, she then noticed a women in front of her.
"Girl, what are you doing here?" At first she couldn't say anything but knew she had to answer at one point.
"I don't know, I just remember seeing the open doors and a voice," Bella looked down, feeling the blush cross her face. She didn't quite understand how she had ended up there but, at least she wasn't out on the streets.
Madame Giry felt a need to help the poor girl, she look frighten and scared. Like a Fon without its mother there to guide it.
"Do you have any family we could contact, maybe a place to go" Madame Giry asked.
Bella looked down, she wouldn't cry, not now, "No, I don't have any one,"
Madame Giry felt a tug at her heart, she was all alone.
"Come with me, we might be able to find you a shelter somewhere, or a boarding house in the city that you can stay at," Madame Giry helped the girl to her feet, noticing for the first time that the girl had no shoes, "Tell me your name child," Madame Giry asked.
"Its Bella," Bella held onto the wall as she walked beside the women, "And yours,"
"It is Madame Giry," Bella nodded then looked around.
"What is this place?" Bella asked.
"You are back stage of the Opera Populaire," Madame Giry answered.
Bella looked around once more; she had heard of the famous opera house and only dreamed of going, but never thought it would happen. Even now it was hard to believe she was in the same opera house that Christine Daae had performed in.
"Come this way," Bella followed Madame Giry to what seemed to be the same doors she had come in from before.
Madame Giry opened the doors only to be greeted by rain and thunder. The storm had appeared out of nowhere; people were running, trying to find shelter form the cold weather.
Bella looked out on the rain; it wouldn't be the first time she was kicked out into the rain. Bella stepped forward.
"Where do you think you're going?" Madame Giry asked, putting her arm in front of Bella to keep in the building.
"Its fine, I've been walking for days in the rain, it doesn't bother me anymore," Bella smiled.
"No, I can't have that," Madame Giry closed the doors and led Bella back into the building, "Come we have an extra room you can use for the night," Madame Giry led Bella to the old prima donna room. Ever since the incident with the phantom, the room has never been used and a new prima donna room had been made down the hall. "Come in here," Bella walked into the room.
"Madame Giry, this room is beautiful, I can't stay in here," Bella turned from the room to face Giry.
"Don't worry about it child, this was the old prima donna room, it is not used anymore," Madame Giry reassured the girl, "You can stay in here for the night," Madame Giry walked into the room, going over to the wardrobe that hasn't been opened in years. "Here put this on," Madame Giry laid out a dark red night gown on the bed, along with a black lace robe.
"I can't ware that, it looks to beautiful for someone like me," Bella confessed.
"Child, why would you feel that way; you are very beautiful," Madame Giry said.
Bella blushed; she had never been told she was beautiful, HE always told her she was worthless and ugly.
"Thank you," Bella said.
"Now change, you need rest," Madame Giry walked to the door, "Oh, and please stay in your room, it's not safe to wander around the opera house at night," Madame Giry closed the door behind her.
Bella looked down at the beautiful dress; she touched the soft silk material. It didn't feel right to put it on, but the dress she was wearing now wasn't good for sleeping in.
Bella stripped out of the faded blue rags she wore and stepped into the red silk night dress. The dress hugged her frame with grace. As the dress slipped down her frame, Bella couldn't help but blush as the dress passed her breast, leaving much of her cleavage showing. Bella downed on the black lace robe, but it helped with nothing.
Bella sighed and gave up, it's not like someone was watching her. Bella walked around the room; there were many vases of dead flowers. She had remembered hearing about the incident that had happened here, the incident with the phantom. Bella felt a shiver run down her spine, she had heard about what had happened to Christine Daae. Bella couldn't help but feel sad for the phantom; he was all alone, just like her.
Bella stopped at the full lengthen mirror that graced the wall. She looked at the image that stared back at her. She didn't feel right in the red dress, her black curled hair seemed to frame her body with beauty, and her dark blue eyes seemed to glow. Her skin was pale but seemed to shine in the strange lighting from the room. She didn't feel right, she didn't know what to think of herself, all her life she had been told she was ugly and worthless, for so long she has been told that, now that's all she believed she was.
Bella walked away from the image that seemed to glare at her. She walked over to the door, and then remember what Madame Giry had said, but Bella couldn't help but feel curiosity, this could be the last and only time she can stay in the famous opera house.
Bella stepped out of the room, her bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. Bella shut the door behind her and walked out into the open. The opera house was quite, and still. Bella blended in perfectly with the shadows. As Bella ventured further thought the halls she came to an opening. She allowed her eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness. There in front of her were red velvet seats, hundreds of them just staring at her. Bella gasped at the beauty of the room.
Bella stepped further onto the stage, the floor not making a sound under her feet. She couldn't help but feel happy; she has always loved music and longed to sing. But as memories of her past came to mind she remembered what HE had said about her voice, it sounded like a dying cat.
Bella was going to turn back when the thought, this was her only time to try, no one was around, there was no one there to judge her but herself.
Bella: Night-time sharpens
Heightens each sensations
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination
silently the senses abandon their defense
Helpless to resist the notes I write
for I composed the music of the night.
Bella closed her eyes and let the notes flow out of her body. She felt so light and free, there was no one there but herself, or that's what she thought.
Erik
Erik sat in box five above the stage of the Opera Populaire. After everyone had gone to sleep the Phantom ventured out of the shadows to sit in his box seat. The opera house was quite with the night, and then Erik heard something, something he had not heard in a long time; a voice that sounded like silk flowing though the air. Erik leaned over the side of the box seat, there on the stage seemed to be an angle. Her pale skin glowed; her black curled hair framed her body with perfection. Erik couldn't help but notice the way the red night gown fit her, along with the black laced robe.
Bella: Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender
Hearing is believing, music is deceiving
Hard as lightning, soft as candle light
Dare you trust the music of the night.
Erik then noticed that she was singing his song, the song he wrote, The Music of the Night.
Erik watched the girl, she opened her eyes and Erik gasped; she had the most beautiful deep dark blue eyes. Erik couldn't believe that this beautiful creature was singing his song. Erik watched the girl sing, he felt a dire need to get closer, but knew he shouldn't. He wasn't going to repeat what had happened in the past.
Bella
Bella stopped singing, she looked around the stage, and in her mind she had imagined a full house. She had seen herself in a long white dress; her hair looked like silk as it flowed down her back. But when she opened her eyes all she saw was darkness.
Bella turned around and was about to leave the stage when she heard the voice, the voice that she had heard before.
"Brava, Brava, Bravisima," Bella turned around, trying to find where the source of the voice. Bella looked up at the box seats and for a second thought she saw a white blur. Then she remembered that the phantom wore a white mask, and that Madame Giry had told her to stay in the room.
Bella walked of the stage, trying to hurry to find her room, but she didn't even bother to remember where it was. As if fate was on her side she noticed a small light coming from the crack under the door. She had remembered she left the candles lit in the room.
Bella opened the door and sighed in relief, she had the right room. Bella stepped into the room and closed the door. Blowing out the candle, Bella laid down in bed. Once her head hit the pillow Bella had entered her dream world.
Madame Giry was walking to get Bella up and take her to a boarding house she could stay at. As she was walking a letter fell down in front of her. Madame Giry already knew who it was from; she picked up the note and read it. She gasped, Erik wanted Bella to stay in the opera house, he had heard her sing last night, and now he wants to teach her more about her voice. He had asked Madame Giry to take her in as a dance student so she could stay there.
Madame Giry sighed, he had found another girl, but this time it felt different, like it was all happing for a reason.
Bella opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings, at first she was confused and sat up to fast causing her head to spin. Bella held her head trying to stop the room from spinning; Bella looked around the room, the events from yesterday and last night returning to her. Bella stepped out of the bed, when her feet touched the cold wooden floor she couldn't suppress the shiver that ran up her spine.
Bella stood up and stretched her arms over her head, feeling refreshed from a night of rest. Bella walked around the small room. She walked over to the vanity that sat against the wall to her left. As Bella looked at the dust the covered the wooden beauty she noticed a letter with a skull wax seal on it, and next to it was a red rose with a black ribbon around the stem.
Bella broke open the seal without thinking about.
Dear Sweet Maiden,
I am glad to invite you into my opera house. Your beauty and your voice is something I wish to keep here. It would be my honor to tutor you, and teach you more about your voice. Your room and cloths will be given to you; you will also practice with Madame Giry and the other dancers from now on if you wish to stay in the opera house.
Yours truly O.G
Bella read the note over and over again, she couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster. The phantom wants to teach me. Then doubt crossed her face, maybe it was an old letter, not meant for her.
Bella turned to the door when she heard it open, she sighed when she saw Madame Giry enter the room.
"Good you're awake," Madame Giry said.
"Yes, good morning, I'll change in a minute then if you could just point me in the right direction; I think I might be able to find my way to the boarding house." Bella set the note back down on the vanity where she found it.
"I don't think that will be necessary," Madame Giry replied, "He has found a great interest in you, Bella," Madame Giry walked around her and picked up the note reading it, "I see he has already told you," Madame Giry set the note back down. "You will now join me and the other girls and become part of the dance practices," Madame Giry said, "After that you will take a break then go down to the chapel to start you lessons," Bella nodded.
"But, I don't understand, why would he chose me, I've been told all my life that I can't sing," Bella admitted.
"He wouldn't have chosen you if he didn't think you were good," Madame Giry said while walking over to the wardrobe, she pulled out a light blue dress, it looked thin and easy to move in, "Here change into this, it should be easy to move in," Madame Giry placed the dress on the bed, she also set down a pair of ballet shoes.
"Now then come, it is time for practice," Madame Giry announced.
A/N: I redid CH 1 because i think i was just to exited when i post it and there were alot of mistakes.
Thanks to xLonexGuitaristx, that helped me.
Also thanks to SexyKnickers i will be updating soon.
the reason i wrote this story is because i cry at the end of the movie every time i hear "Its over now the music of the night." yup you know what im talking about. i just feel so sad. no one should be alone.
