Phantom's Seduction:
Enjoying this view from above, an unconscious smile brings me delight. Whispering words of love to my princess, they bring her dreams of her Knight. I wish to bathe in her sweet fragrance, I wish to savor the sweet caress of her lips. Consumed with desire by your prescence, my heart and soul you'll always possess. I ache to feel you in my arms. My personal hell not to touch my lover. Patiently, I shall watch and keep you from harm until we can be together.
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Bella:
I growled with frustration as my History book fell out of my locker and plopped down on the floor. I picked it back up and began to shove the book into the locker multiple times. My nerves were set even more on edge when I heard a giggle behind me.
"Bells." My closest person to a best friend, Lila, giggled while taking the book from my death grip. She flipped the book on its side before placing it on the top shelf. Lila shut my locker and turned to smirk at me.
"Whatever." I mumbled while sliding to the floor. Lila soon joined me by slumping down next to me. We sat in a comfortable silence.
"Jared and I were talking.." I opened my mouth to say something smart, but she glared at me before I could. "We were talking about how much fun it would be to check out the Opera Populaire tonight."
I stared at Lila. She gladly stared back. "C'mon, Bella, I heard from Sarah that there has been the sound of singing and the organ playing." Lils pouted at me, her bottom lip quivering. I rolled my eyes, and gave in.
"I'll talk to Jenna." Lila tackled me with a hug of giggles and love.
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I dropped my bag by the door, and kicked off my shoes. My house was bigger than most of my friends. But that was only because my aunt was big in fashion, so she makes milions a week.
"Aunt Jenna?" I called out into the house. For a few seconds, the only thing I could hear was my echoe.
"Yes, mon enfant?" She called from the kitchen. My feet automatically walked me towards her voice. Aunt Jenna was hunched over a steaming pot of something. She threw me a smile as I hopped onto the counter. "Have a good day?"
"Well, Lila had to show me how to put my books back into my locker."
Jenna tossed her head to the side and laughed. "Again?"
I shrugged while picking at the bottom of my dress. "Lila and Jared were wondering if I could..." I couldn't tell her I was going to visit the Phantom of the Opera,she would never let me go. "A walk after dinner."
She smiled at me and pat my cheek with her hand. "Of course, sweetheart. I'm so glad you are finally getting out of the house. I was worried you would continue to stay up in your room."
I wanted to roll my eyes, but knew it was disrespectful to. She keeps bugging me about being in my room and looking at the photo of my non-existent family. I felt the pain seep into every inch of my body, the feeling of me about to puke returning. My family have been dead for at least a month. I wasn't born in France. I am originally from Canton, Georgia, a small town in America. My parents and little brother had been coming home from his birthday party when I called. My mom had gotten distracted and swerved into the other lane. Thus, they were hit. My parents were killed on impact, my brother from the flames.
"I'm sorry, Bella. I didn't mean to be insensitive, I am just a bit worried about you." Aunt Jenna turned to me and put her hands on my cheeks. "You have such a future ahead, I don't want you to ruin that."
Hopping off the counter, I muttered a, "Yeah, aunt Jenna." Before stomping up to my bedroom.
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"Bella." Lila sighed as I stepped out of the house. I mentally groaned. What is she going to fuss about this time? "Do you have to look like a super star?"
I looked down at the floral crotchet dress and black leggings I wore. Of course it was one of Jenna's designs...all my clothes came from her. "I wore this to school..."
Jared threw his arm around my shoulders. "She is just wondering why do you have to be so beautiful?" He tugged a piece of hair and walked off with Lila and me in tow.
It took us ten minutes tops to get to the opening of the Opera Populaire. I manuevered my body between the charred pieces of wood. I lost sight of LIla and Jared as the dust kicked up around me. When it settled, my coughing and sight came back. I was standing in the middle aisle leading towards the stage. I looked up at where the once beautiful chandelier used to hang. My feet carried me towards the stage; as I passed, I ran my fingers over the chairs, only to have them crash to dust. My face pulled into a frown as it dumped over my shoes. I bent over and started brushing away the ashes, I was almost done when my hand brushed against a small ring.
It fit just right on my finger. I lifted my hand to admire the turquoise stone that now rested on my ring finger. I sighed and placed the ring on the arm of a chair. The stage was now in my reach, I slammed my hands down before getting on it. Once on, I turned around and peered out before me. It must have been thrilling to stand here before the crowd. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. The notes began to softly pour from my mouth: (A/N: I do not own this song, Taylor Swift does)
I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
Don't you dare look out your window darling
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when the music's gone
Gone
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)
La La (La La)
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)
Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound...
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh oh oh.
I repeated the last line several more times before opening my eyes and looking out before me.
"Who are you?" A silky voice roared from somewhere above me. I knew this voice. The phantom of the opera was here. "Answer me, child!"
The only response I gave was jumping off the stage and sprinting towards the door. I was halfway when the Phantom dropped down before me. I skidded to a stop and turned but he caught my waist with a rope. He pulled my back against his stomach.
"I will not ask you again." He growled into my ear as I struggled against his hold.
I did the only thing I knew in a situation. "Lila! Jared!" I screamed out. The Phantom ran towards to stage with me tucked under his arm like a football. He hopped the stage just as Jared and Lila ran through the door.
"Bella!" Lila screamed, running towards the stage. The last thing I saw were the tears falling down her cheeks before my eye sight was blocked by stone.
Lila:
"Bella!" I screamed once more, jumping the stage and slamming my fists where the floor had opened up. I kept slamming my fists until Jared pried me off the floor. "Let me go!" I fought against him. He wrapped his arms around me and dragged me out of the opera house.
Night had fallen over France, the entire city dead to what just hapened. "What do we do, Jared?" How can we go to the police with this story? What would we tell Jenna?
All these questions and uncertainty filled me as Jared dragged me across the yard. Once we reached the gates he flipped me around, "We can't tell anyone, got it?"
My lips quivered, "Okay."
This is my first story, go easy!