Love after a Disaster
Chapter 1 the meeting
2 past returns
The phantom took a candlestick and smashed the mirror. Every piece fell to the floor, then he entered a very dark tunnel, a curtain closed the way. He kept running, his eyes were filled with tears. At the end of the tunnel, he took his black cloak, he placed it upon his broad shoulders, inside of the cloak there was a white mask, he placed upon his face that was burnt.
He opened the door and he walked in the black of night. He went to the stables and took a horse. He mounted the horse and started riding towards the forest. His heart was broken into a million pieces.
When he arrived at the forest, he dismounted his horse. Suddenly he heard a faint voice, every step he took got louder. He eventually came close to a river bank. He also saw a young woman singing . At first he thought it was Christine. He walked a little closer and he touched her shoulder.
She turned her head and looked into the Phantom's eyes, for a strange reason she wasn't afraid of him. They stared at each other for the longest time imaginable. There was pure utterly silence between them.
"May I help you monsieur, you seem lost?" She asked, she seemed a little shocked then she got up.
"I apologize miss, I didn't mean to frighten you." He replied.
Somehow she seemed a little offended.
"You didn't even scare me in the first place, you simply startled me." She answered back.
"Mademoiselle, what is your name?" he asked in calm tone.
My name is Isabelle." She replied.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and he opened them. He could feel an attraction between them, that made him even more curious of her then before.
Isabelle was 5'5 inches, she was well developed, she had beautiful curves. She had long golden brown wavy hair. She had the most clearest blue eyes that he had ever laid his eyes on. She had a beautiful face.
"May I ask you for your name?" she asked while breaking the silence.
"My name is the Phantom." He responded.
"The Phantom? Oh I'm sorry to be judgemental. I sorry I have to leave." She said.
She led her hand out. H e took it and kissed it gracefully. She smiled then she left.
While walking to her house she had his face burned into her mind.
"Isabelle wait!" He exclaimed.
He caught up with her. He looked at her beautiful but angelic face.
"What is it Phantom?" she asked
"I must to tell you something, my name isn't really the Phantom, it's Eric." He replied.
She looked at him then she kissed his cheek, smiled then she left.
Chapter 2 past returns
The day came to an end. Isabelle was at her make up stand and she as brushing her long hair. She remembered the man that she met. She put the brush down, she walked to her bed, she laid down she placed the cover over her body. She blew out the flickering candle and went to sleep.
The Phantom came silently in her room. He placed a note on her nightstand. Next to the was a rose attached by a black ribbon.
Just before he left, he saw Isabelle sleeping. She lay there sleeping ever so peacefully. The Phantom sat on her bed, he leaned down and kissed her lips softly, gentle enough not to wake her.
Hours passed, the sun had risen. Isabelle opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the not and the rose. She took the rose and smelled it and placed it back. She took the and it was written:
"My dear Isabelle,
I have not been able to get you out of my head. Please meet me by the river.
Yours truly
Eric"
During the whole day, she debated with herself either to go or not.
Finally before going to bed, she went to go meet him, she walked by the riverbank. There was a slight breeze, the wind blew the bottom of her nightgown. It almost flowed in the wind.
She saw a man, as she came closer something didn't seem right.
"I didn't think you would come." The man said but it wasn't Eric.
"Stephane!" Isabelle said in fear.
Stephane was 6'5 inches. He was well fit. He had a body of a god. He had jet-black hair, he had putrid green eyes.
"Surprised to see me pet?" he asked with a smug look on his face.
Every step he took closer to her, Isabelle would back up. She was afraid of him. He was the devil incarnated.
"Awe, cat got your tongue. Maeby you are pleased to see me or…" he said then he grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. His lips seemed to have crushed hers.
She broke the kiss by slapping him across his face.
"Stay away from me you insufferable pig!" she shouted.
She tried slapping him again but he grabbed her arm and twisted it it backwards. She let out a cry of pain.
"Your hurting me, let me go." She pleaded.
He let her arm go. He gave her an evil smile. She trembled in fear. She fell to her knees. The fear of him consumed her.
"Someone please help me ." she whispered.
"Now tell me, who is going to save you ?" he asked with a mocking tone in his voice.
She looked up and saw the Phantom arriving. Isabelle looked Stephane's eyes and she spat in his face. Fury building his eyes. He slapped her hard, the rest of her body fell to the ground.
Stephane looked up, he saw a fist coming right at his. The Phantom had punched him in the face. Stephane fell unconscious. The Phantom turned away and he saw Isabelle trembling. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around her. He picked her up, he was carrying her, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He carried her to her room. He walked to her bed and placed her down gently on the bed. He placed a cover over her body. Just before he left, she grabbed his arm.
"Thank you, you truly are an angel." she thanked him with tears in her eyes.
He smiled and sat on her bed. She sat up and became curious.
"Why do you wear a mask?" she asked.
"You must sleep little one, once you have gained your strength. I will meet you at the opera populaire." He said softly. To help her sleep, he began to sing.
"Night time sharpens heightens each sensation,
darkness stirs and wakes the imagination,
silently the senses abandon their defenses,
slowly gently night unfolds it's splendor,
grasp it sense it tremulous and tender,
turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thought away from cold unfeeling light,
and listen to the music of the night,
close your eyes and surrender to your darkness dream,
purge your thought of the life you knew before,
close your eyes let your spirit start to sore,
and you live as you never lived before,
softly daftly music shall caress you,
hear it feel it secretly posses you,
open up your mind let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness that you know you cannot find,
the darkness of the music of the night,
let your mind start a journey to a strange new world,
leave all thoughts of the life you knew before,
let your soul take you where you long to be,
only then can you belong to me,
floating fooling sweet intoxication,
touch me trust me savor each sensation,
let the dream begin let your darker side give in,
to the power of the music that I might,
the power of the music of the night,
you alone can make my song take flight,
help me make the music of the night.
Her body became limp, then she shut her eyes. He put his hand on her back and laid her on the bed. He blew out the flame of the candle stick. He placed a kiss upon her lips. Than he left.
a.n oh what did you guys think, please send in your reviews. Go easy with the reviews.(if your wondering who Stephan is, you'll find out soon)