Darkest Passion Eternal
Prologue
January 16th, 2006
LAX Airport: Los Angeles, California
10:00AM
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The flight master was boarding everyone, checking their tickets on their way through the line. A young woman, dressed in black slacks, black etnies, which had a white tilted E on the side, with white laces, a white dress shirt, and dark eye make-up, waits in line, a black colored bag hanging from one of the straps on her shoulder. Her eyes were an emerald-ish green today, deep, and mesmerizing any way you looked at them. Her hair cascades down her shoulders like a tainted waterfall, the dark brown locks swirling a bit in the way she walked.
She turns back, seeing no one there. She had never had anyone, she had lived with her aunt, who was rich, filthy rich, and cared about nothing but her sophisticated looks, and her money. She had gotten Emancipation from her parents, not but 4 years ago, and had chosen to live with her aunt. Her aunt had discovered that she held the talent of her voice, as well as her dancing. She payed for lessons, the girl's voice becoming a little more trained, still holding its natural beauty.
After a few more minutes of waiting in line, it was her turn for her ticket to be checked, then she would board the Boeying 747 jet, which would carry her approximately 7 hours and 30 minutes, all the way to Paris, France. She closes her eyes for a moment, before taking the ticket that the Flight master handed back to her, and walking down the ramp, into the hallway that lead to the plane's entrance. She soon comes to the door of the plane, being led to her seat immediately.
Her eyes widen in a little surprise. 'First class..?' she thinks to herself. 'I am not that valued am I..?' she shakes her head a little, and kicks her little bag in front of the seat in front of her, put not before taking out a black Ipod Nano. She had gotten it from her aunt, for her birthday was just tomorrow. She had quite a few songs on this small Mp3 player, finding one to fit her mood. "The Phantom of the Opera", it was the Metal/Opera version, sung by Nightwish. Her favorite.
She couldn't help but sing along to the music softly to herself, her favorite part, it was the phantom's first verse in the song:
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
to glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind..
After about two hours, she found herself dozing off, the music lulling her gently into the realm of darkness, a pleasant slumber...
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Author's note: Enjoy! This is just the beginning, I will get to writing the first chapter. It might take a day or so, maybe not even that long. But I will try and get it to you sometime tomorrow. Comments and critisism please.