Forever Mine

By MirroredFaces

Authors Note: This is my first time writing anything this so I apologize in advance if its lame or badly written.

Reviews would be nice to help me along :D

Christine

I lay in my small bed in the ballet dormitory and wiped a tear harshly from my face, trying to dispel any evidence that it had ever been there. I didn't want any of the other girls to see me crying again, it was all I had done each night since my arrival at the Opera Populaire. It was becoming like my own little ritual, I cried even though inside I was silent.

A week had passed since I had lost my Father, though I could still hear his weak voice in my ear and feel his soft arms holding me as tightly as he could. An old acquaintance of his, Madame Giry had taken pity on me,even with my minimal dance skills. I owed her so much for it, though I hardly knew her at all. I had only attended two dance rehearsals so far and they hadn't gone as well as I had hoped. I would stay in the back ground in future and try to pick up new skills as I went along.

Dance wasn't really a gift that I had been born with, but it was something I enjoyed. As Father played exciting melodies on his precious violin, I would spin around lost in the music. Other times he would play sweet songs of love and I would just sit still listening, entranced by the pure feeling that he radiated whilst playing. Along with my Father all I had was music, and it was all I had needed back then. Now I had nothing, no sweet songs, no stories of angels and goblins to send me off into exciting dream worlds, nothing. I had myself and that would have to be enough.

I didn't want the other girls to think I was crazy; never speaking and constantly crying didn't really give off the best impression. I promised myself tomorrow would have to be a new start; I would put more care into my dancing and try to make some sort of acquaintance with the other girls. What I needed right now was a friend, no matter how much I wanted it my Father wasn't coming back.

The next morning I woke up feeling slightly better. I washed and dressed in silence, looking for some kind of leeway into the conversation of the other girls, but they all seemed too intimate with each other and I didn't even know their names.

As I laced up my ballet slippers I caught the eye of the girl opposite me, she was tying her long blonde hair into a ribbon. She smiled politely at me and I took my chances giving her a shy smile. She went back to tying her hair and I hoped she had noticed.

As I made my way down to rehearsal I felt a slight tap on my shoulder and turned quickly confused, it was the girl I had smiled at earlier.

"You're Christine Daee? She asked, though it seemed more like a statement. I nodded." My mother told me about you, I'm Meg Giry".

Finding the connection between the two names I smiled, her Mother had been hospitable; I only hoped her daughter was as accepting.

Falling into conversation with Meg proved easy and we chatted all the way down to rehearsal about the other girls and the masterpieces that took place in our home. It seemed we got on so well that Madame Giry had to slap her cane vigorously against the hard floor; we giggled and parted as she took a place at the front of the group and I slipped in behind everyone else hoping to be unnoticed.

I lacked the rhythm some of the more experienced girls had but as the lesson progressed I noticed my ability to remember the sequences better, this was in improvement however little it seemed. I had kept the promise to myself, maybe things from here on could only get better, I hoped so anyway.

Once the lesson finished I once again found myself by Meg's side. The star soprano Carlotta took the stage and shooed us all away so she could become the center of attention. All of the other girls left to go back to the dormitories, but Meg and I hid behind the stage curtain to watch the performance. The orchestra began and I instantly recognized the music, it was The Jewel Song from Faust, I gasped in excitement, it was my favorite opera. As Carlotta began to sing I heard the talent in her voice, but there was no heart or soul. She lacked certain qualities that really made a singer stand out.

As the song came to and end Meg and I made our way back to our room to rest. Meg danced along the corridors humming along to the music we had heard and I absent mindedly joined her. Without thinking I started to sing along as Meg provided a backing tune, she stopped suddenly looking at me.

"Christine you didn't tell me you could sing" she exclaimed.

"I'm not that good, you're an amazing dancer" I shrugged, trying to pull the attention away from myself.

"With training though you could be better than Carlotta" She said ignoring my comment.

"I'm going to go up to the roof, I need some fresh air" I turned quickly to walk the other way without giving any explanation and waved to Meg. She looked confused but waved anyway and I left.

I ran up the stony steps that led to roof, being careful not to slip and break my neck, though It wouldn't have really mattered, no one would miss me. I grunted and pushed away the thought; I needed to start looking up but my morbid thoughts were constantly dragging me back down.

Erik

I took my usual place in box five, watching as our "beloved" diva took the stage. The orchestra struck up the music and I was noticeably impressed. The violinists had really got their act together and started playing like real musicians; though it had taken a few extremely threatening notes to make a difference. I must keep that mental note; violence really does work.

I was brought out of my thoughts as I heard a screeching reach my sensitive ears. I sighed rapping my fingers against the arm of the chair I sat at, trying to keep my anger under control. This wouldn't do, she was giving my opera house a bad impression. I wondered if her sudden disappearance would cause any problems. No that would be too much trouble for me; Iwould rather just kill her. I left my seat as the song came to an end, needing to hear no more. I would come up with some plan later; right now I just needed to get away.

Twisting through various corridors, hidden in the shadows, I proceeded to find a stagehand or a lone dancer to scare. I was just in that kind of mood.

I stopped suddenly, hearing a voice around the corner. It had a sweet, pure quality to it and it was almost angelic sounding. It was by no means perfect though and was obviously

untrained, but I coveted it either way.

I waited, cloaked by the shadows to see who the heavenly voice belonged to. A young girl passed with the Giry child, I'd never seen her before.

They parted and she made her way to the roof.I followed her, I didn't care whether she wanted my help or not.I'd heard her voice and I wanted it; she was my property now.