Samantha's POV
I sat in front of the Vanity, Anne working with my hair. She let out a frustrated as the curly, almost white hair fell into my face. I let out a small giggle as she tried to but it back into the bun. Two particular locks, my bangs mostly, refused to stay in the bun and fell into my face.
"Anne, just leave it, It looks fine." I sighed, and she turned me around and put purple eyeshadow over my eye lids, putting on some lipstick and foundation. She put that in my bag too, along with my brush.
"You stay safe, okay? And don't get into trouble! You are a very lucky, talented girl, and I am proud to have you as my daughter. And be careful of the Phantom!" She said, kissing my cheeks. I rolled my eyes at her superstitions and kissed her cheek back as I pulled on my black cloak, grabbing my bag.
"Don't worry Anne. I'll stay safe, I'll write you. And You should know the phantom Isn't real." I called at her when I ran out the door, hailing a carriage.
"Where to, Mademoiselle?" The driver asked, peering at me.
"L'Opéra Populaire, please." I responded, handing him some francs for the ride. I leaned back in my seat and listened to the hooves of the horses hit the pavement. It was so quick, getting there. I stared at the grand building I remember enterring when I was l so small, before my Father died. I lugged in my bag with much effort and grunting. Before sighing and glancing around for my Aunt.
"Madame Giry? Where are you?" I called loudly, frowning slightly.
"Coming, Samantha!" A familiar voice called, and someone ran down the stair. My face beamed as I ran up to hug her happily.
"Oh, I missed you so much! It was just so hard to visit once Papa had passed, but Anne was happy to bring me here."
"It's okay, you tried." She said, grabbing my luggage. "Come, I'll take you to your room."
"Isn't it the same room?" I laughed, following her up to the familiar room, A dressing room I used on vacations here. I sat on the bed, having the eerie feeling that I was being watched. I brushed it off and smiled at Aunt Giry.
"Your schedule is going to start tomorrow, Rehearsals start early, on the stage." I nodded, watching her walk off. I sighed a shook my head. This Opera house was unnerving me, the grandness And love I felt for it in my younger years gone. I started to hang up my dresses and what not, smiling as I rubbed the different fabrics between my fingers. Anne had taught me to sew after Papa died, and so many different dresses were made through the years. I shut my wardrobe, straightening myself up and glancing around the boring room. I'd have to fix the place up.
I drew out my inks and parchments and other stuff, sitting it on a cherry wood desk. Smiling, I fell back onto the flowery sheets on my bed. Memories took me over, making me smile wider. So much happened here, I learned to dance and sing.. Watching so many, many Operas.. Even the not so good things. Letters everywhere, falling back drops. The Opera house was struck so brutally. But I never paid mind to it. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before sighing. I needed something to do. I grabbed my ink, parchment, and paints and stuck them in a bag, running off to draw.
I ran to a familar place - Where I always watched operas. I slipped into Box 5, smiling as I noticed the dancers scurrying around on stage. Silently I drew the scene in front of me, watching the dancers occasionally glance up towards me in fear and curiousity. I shrugged, staring at the painting. Suddenly a note fluttered down beside me, and I tilted my head. How peculiar, for someone to send a note during rehearsal.
I picked up the note and turned it over, examining the the red wax skull on the back. I stuck it in my bag, standing up as rehearsal was dismissed. I hurried out of the box, back to my room and sitting down once more. Night had already fallen, and everyone was heading to dinner. I lacked interest and instead laid down. Pulling my knees to my chest, i sang myself to sleep, note forgotten.
"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams. Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar. And you live as you've never lived before..."
****~*Snow*~*Angel*~****
A/N: Hi guys! so I've been writing recently and this showed up so... voila. c: I hope you like this. Review please, criticism is welcome. sorry if my grammar is horrid at times. But anyways, her past will be revealed soon~ And yes, Erik will come into play next chapter, though Samantha is stupid and doesnt believe him. Next chapter should be soon.