my first story!! I hope you all like it, I loved coming up with it! thanks Li-Li for all the inspiration!
Disclaimer: sadly, I can't claim responsibility for the existence of these slightly silly characters. sob!
Christine Daae stepped down off the stage, glanced around at the town, which wasn't much, and headed for the train, her train. The O.G.D Express. It used to be the Daae Express, but her father said the Spirit told him to change it. Christine shook her head as she handed her small reticule up to the conductor. She really didn't believe in the Spirit, but father seemed convinced of its existence. "Welcome back, Miss. Daae. How is your father?" Jackson Bertrand was a new conductor, Christine had only met him once, the last time she and her father had made a partial run. This time, her father wanted his heiress to take the full run, which lasted a year, on her own, to really learn the route. "He is well, thank you sir." Christine did not like this man, which made no sense. "Janette is going to be your personal maid on the trip, Miss. Janette, please take Miss. Daae to her cabin." Bertrand dismissed them. "please come with me, Miss." Janette was young, Christine guessed her to be close to he own age. After she was left in her cabin, Christine sat on the bed, pulling off her gloves, and untying her boots. She flopped back on the bed, kicking her feet and sending the boots flying onto the lounge across the room. She closed her eyes, just for a second, and slipped into an exhausted sleep.
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Eric Destler stood at peephole in the wall of Christine's cabin. She was even more beautiful then she had been three years before. Her hair had come loose from the pins, leaving a cascade of mahogany silk over her shoulders as she lay sleeping. He had been standing near the door of one car, watching the passengers disembark from stage couch through his peephole, seeing which would board the train. He had seen the lovely young girl step off, it had taken him but a moment to see that it was her, his Christine. Her dress was a soft buttery yellow that set off her hair and dark skin beautifully. She walked with a grace she hadn't possessed before, and her face shone with the excitement of the approaching journey. Here, her poise slipped away, and he saw a glimpse of the girl he had fallen in love with the first time her father had brought her on board. He had been twelve, she eleven. Her mother had just died, and he would often hear her crying late at night. On one such night, he slipped down the secret passage, and looked in at her. He sang"Jesus loves me", softly at first, then louder, it was a song his mother sang to him, when he couldn't sleep. He sang until her crying stopped, and she slept. Eric kept this practice, until Christine's sleepless nights were gone. Eric turned, and as he walked down the secret passage, he began planning how he could get her down to the car he lived in.
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Christine woke slowly, rolling over and wiping the grit from her eyes. How long had she slept? She checked her time piece, shocked to see that it was almost dinnertime, and the train would be under way soon. She jumped up and hurried to dress, knowing there would be no time for unpacking before dinner. She brushed her long hair, and twisted it back up in her usual style. Seeing a flicker in the mirror, she spun quickly, but there was nothing. For some reason, she thought of the voice she had heard, late at night, when her father first brought her on board, singing anything from "Oh, Susannah!" to "Amazing Grace". She had long since decided it was her imagination, but what if it hadn't been? What if their really was a Spirit, who sang? Christine shook her head. Foolishness, pure imagination. Checking the mirror one last time, she left for dinner. Behind her, Eric stepped through a low door in the paneling, and began putting the plan he concocted to work.
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