A/N: Hello again my hopefully happy readers, Again i bring you a story of Twilight (it being my fave series) with a twist. This a cross bewteen The Phantom Of The Opera and Twilight. The story takes place- (In Twilight)- Just after Jake brakes up with Bella. (In Phantom)- A year after the accident.
I hope you enjoy, and please review. I would here like to say a hello to a friend of mine who is right now in China with her family. Hi Emily.
Enjoy.
Love WP9 xxx
P.S i do not own any of the charicters in the story, the plot is mine though.
"I don't want to see you again. It's a lot better if we're not friends Bella!" Jake whispered, his voice barly audible over the wind.
"Jake, Please, please don't do this. We can work this out, right?" I was begging him now "Jake, just not now, please I cant take it."
"If not now when. You knew this was coming."
"Jake, please!"
"No!"
The memory of the conversation replayed over and over in my mind, it was half an hour till we reached the destination. I had decided to go to Paris. I was hoping to find what I needed there. I don't know why I chose Paris. When I was looking at a map of the world, trying to decide where to escape to, Paris seemed to call to me.
The night before I had, had the strangest of dreams. I was in a long, cream coloured dress. My hair was all around mte. There was a man.
I remember there was mist,
Swirling mist upon a vast, glossy lake.
There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat.
And in the boat there was a man.
The plane landed and the seat belt sign blinked off. The bustling around the plane was awful. Men, women, children and luggage were all trying to get out of the plane door. I waited for the que to decrease before I got out and made my way to baggage pick-up.
As I was collecting my items I was recalling the night before. The dream I had been having. I was day-dreaming.
Who was that shape in the shadows?
Whose is that face in the mask?
These dreams were very unlike the nightmares I used to have about him. I wondered if I would see him again. Even once be it at a distance. I took a taxi to the Hotel de' le queen. On the way we passed a very old looking opera house. The sign read "Le' Opera Popular'" I took out my note pad of things to do and wrote to see the opera house tomorrow.
That night I had the same dream. This time it went longer and I had never felt so enthused by a dream in my life.
I was singing. My voice rang out loud and clear as a bell chime.
I remember there was mist,
Swirling mist upon a vast, glossy lake.
There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat.
And in the boat there was a man.
I was walking up to a man playing an organ. He was in a black suit and a mask covering the right side of s
Who was that shape in the shadows?
Whose is that face in the mask?
I reached out to his face to remove the mask but he pushed my hands away and flung me to the floor, singing.
Damn you.
You little lying padolar
You little demon, this is what you wanted to see.
Curse you, you little lying dallier,
You little viper. Now you cannot ever be free.
Damn you,
Curse you.
Stranger than you dreamt it can you even dare to look or bare to think of me, this lowsem gargole who burns in hell but secretly, yearns for heaven secretly, secretly
Fear can turn to love you'll learn to see to find the man behind the monster, this lowsem gargole who seems a beast but secretly. Dreams of beauty secretly, secretly, oh Bella.
And then, a mist surrounds us and I awake from the dream as I had done the night before, sweating and gasping.