I have gone through and corrected Grammar and Spelling. Hopefully it sounds better!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Phantom of the Opera. I own my own characters of course, and that's it. The world I created within the realm of Lilith and her parents are mine!!! They have no reference to Twilight as well if you wondered about their last name. Sorry.
The Last of the Poets Words
It was simple for you see, nothing else needed to be done in a matter of time like this. The placements of all the key components were all put into place. No one knew of their own destiny awaiting them. This was going to be kept secret no matter what it took to get these two feuding families together. I wasn't going to watch these too fight anymore, It was sending me into heartbreak even more just to watch them, fight, always squandering over something and need be, over the same woman. This just gave me a different objective all together. I placed all these people in a frozen state looking at them made my hair stand on end. If nobody came to love this poor being, with a mask then I guess nobody would ever have a happy ending ever. I looked at their families, and something was missing, the elders always fought, the children were always scared and everyone was in a mess so I decided to take action with my own two pale moon colored hands.
I transformed from my goddess figure, from looking into a looking glass. My clothing turned to a pair of dark blue jeans; my long sleeve shirt was a stormy sea green. A silvery crown was now lying on the ground, wrapped in roots waiting until I returned for I wasn't going to let this repeat itself anymore. My white streaming wavy curly hair turned to a medium length and to a medium brown, my dark blue eyes turned to a hazel with a tint of yellow thunder. My skin stayed the same for I couldn't change my skin color it would look fake, seeing that everything was going according to plan, I waited until it was the right moment to strike. It was nearly the time when the masked man took up a wife, just to have a son; she later died, almost carrying his legacy with him, But as it so happened the little bundle of joy lived. Almost many centuries later coming to the point and brink of my appearance I found I was growing weak in my form waiting all these years. The masked man had a son, who had two children, who he bore only one son, and lastly that son only gave birth to two children with one more coming on the way. This was three generations of a pure blood poets becoming. Now that I was becoming weak I knew I couldn't help them now. So with my last hope I created a human, mortal child of my own blood who would be compassionate and love unconditionally towards this beast now roaming the patron halls of a theatre not so far away from me. And this way I could watch over my own without her worrying about anything. For she would know of her destiny in time it would only take some time before she was ready to fulfill her journey to the monsters hands, maybe her compassion alone would tame his heart, For I could only see so much into the future. With this I made the preparations. A being of love, compassion, loyalty, kindness, stubbornness, beauty and of course I needed to give her a way of life, she was going to be the last of the poets. The one of the last to give a second chance to the world we know it as. She would become great once she made her fulfillment to life itself, and then would join me in my world to live with me for eternity.
Her name would be… Lilith Garnet. Her middle name she would choose herself. Once she grew seventeen years of age I would make a plot to get the young boy who was only four now together. Their destinies were matched and could never be unhooked now. No matter how fate took them.
In the bundle of cloth I descended to the world called Earth, I happened to disguise myself as an end woman feeling my way around to the perfect household, to a family who I know would watch over my dear Lilith, was near. I stopped at an old Victorian house It said on the Mail Box Newly Weds : Mr. And Mrs. Cullen. The young woman in the window starring up at the sky couldn't bear any children, in truth I had been looking for sometime after noticing I wasn't going to be able to serve my purpose within this realm of chaos, and found her and her gentleness was outstanding and passion for wanting children I would grant her one wish. The wish I wanted to have more than anyone else in the world. I put the sleeping baby on the ground in a warm force field, making a note with just her name on it. Then ringing the doorbell I ran down the street to change back into my godly form. I watched as the young bride opened the door, to her surprise she picked up the bundle and looked at the child. Puzzled she looked around, and taking my child inside I felt that she was the right person to raise my child, the last child and only child of the immortal poet. The last of the music and merry making would end with Lilith. She was my wonder. I would watch her from above as I thought would be the easiest thing to do. Now I knew how hard it was to give up a child from birth, she was my one and only gift to this world.
"Help her grow, teach her to see the light in others souls, for all I can do is help her, like you will young Irina and Jacob Cullen. I leave my own daughter to you. For she is the world to me, and also will be too you, so treat her with love and compassion show her the way to love and through the path of hate. She is a beautiful child and has an outstanding gift, please guide her well as I would have…" These were my last words, on this place, as I ascended into the sky, watching the new mother in pride and hope, of my child.
Now. In the world of 2004, Little Lilith has grown well to the age of sixteen and is only a matter of days away from her seventeenth birthday. It will only be three days now, in counting before some twist of fate will bound the lovers together, for she couldn't even escape it if she tried.
They lived peacefully now in a large apartment, the twelfth level the closest to the roof where Lilith sat almost every evening since her seventh birthday, wrote poems for some unknown reason. She never knew where it came from but had to get it out once it came to her mind. The location was in London England. The family was moving to America soon so these would be the last days of her childhood memories.
Lilith.
"Lilith, time to get up its almost seven…wait no, you don't have school today. I forgot its Saturday. Sorry go back to bed." I stood out on the ledge listening to mom yell up the stairs. She was being kind and dear. I gave her a look before going back to my slumber of bed. My full bouncy brown hair streaming all over the crimson red pillows made of satin, my hair went all the way down to the end of my back, within a mix of curls and waves. I pulled the covers over my head, and reached out to grab a notebook and pen. I started to scribble words down on the paper.
The notice of the changing winds is taking course.
The silvery existence is making its way with a force.
Something very scary lies ahead.
Its almost like 1000 pages of text becoming erased.
Much like this life I have to face.
I hope this is something I can handle within the open glittering skies.
As the dove tries and flies…
I didn't feel like writing the last piece because it seemed to be missing something. Something I couldn't really understand it was a different emotion so I felt empty inside not noticing what I needed next. I could always write poetry and yet this one seemed out of place. I placed the notebook next to me while I slept some more, my tiny body clinging to the text like something or someone was going to take it from me.
I got up from this mess I was becoming entangled into. Looking into a mirror I looked at myself. I had a heart shaped face, some dimples throughout my face, but not many, small lips which were blood red. My eyes were hazel with a flash of yellow thunder, my hair was scattered everywhere in knots, the nightgown I was wearing was white slim strands of ribbon for my shoulders that held it up. I took out from the dresser that was next to me a pair of grey sweat pants that had the word 'peace' on the right pant leg in red color dye, the shirt I picked out was a long sleeve black cotton shirt it was my jersey for soccer, which I couldn't miss today, there were so many things I had to do that I wasn't going to miss out on any of them. Finding my white shin guards I ran down the stairs dad wasn't home yet but I knew he was going to be there at the game today, For I wasn't going to lose again to not seeing him there. I put my hair up in a pony tail, than covered it with a baseball cap from the red sox. Mom was making pancakes and pouring orange juice out on the table I took my seat while reciting something I thought was beautiful.
"Every rose has its thorns some are cut, tainted or withered away, but they are the most beautiful thorns to every be created by roses themselves." I said while mom looking at me like I was some gifted genius child. She handed me a plate of pancakes a stack of five of them, I ate them fast, wiping my face, using the napkin my mother gave me. I finished with my breakfast gave mom a hug and jumped on my feet to the closet to get my shoes and cleats for soccer today. I ran out the door way too fast mom was saying some stuff behind me and well I wasn't paying any attention I was in to much of a hurry I couldn't miss this I was meeting up with Frank, Kris and Steve they were players on my team. I ran to the nearest pet shop were Steve was waiting. He was a short kid like myself, with grey white tipped hair layered that covered one eye. He wore his jersey, black pants, black gloves, white cleats and white shin guards. This was his natural look. His face was shaped like a small spade, he had dark chocolate brown eyes that gave girls looks of hate and complete apathy. We walked somewhat of the way towards the soccer field quiet. "So your leaving in a couple days, right?" He finally spoke I looked at him funny. This wasn't something he liked to talk about even after I told him five months ago.
"Yeah, I guess it's funny how fast time fly's by. I'm looking forward to a new place. I here is peaceful where we are moving, you know? Mom and dad went to look at the house and they say it's perfect but it needs some fixing. There is a soccer club were I'm going and in your honor I'm wearing my "Calico Thunder Tigers" jersey every practice." Steve smiled a bit, he was unhappy and I could somehow sense it. He looked at the ground, ever since I met him he had low self esteem which from what I saw from his aura, was normal for him, but every chance I got I tried to make it turn a pink color of happiness. Sometimes it worked but when he got to excited it turned back to a dark blue.
We turned the corner and in front of us was the field. Frank and Kris were already there taking jump shots at the net, Which was normal. Some kick flips for the throw inns were here and there, and the ball jumping off some slides of the head to kick was enough. The scrimmage started we were outnumbered but better off there were at least six people missing from the field itself. Since I dedicated to my soccer hobby I wasn't going to give it up easily.
"Send it down to the center of the field. Quickly, I think, they're going to gain on us a point and it the last minute to score. Seriously pass it now." Frank screamed half way down the field to Steve he was trying to stand one play without giving the ball up to another player. He passed the first player easily by tricking him out and ran down the middle fast, needing to pass it off to Frank or myself, but he wasn't doing it. He looked at my pleading face to pass it once and my eyes growing wide when he got trampled to the ground, his face was bloody. He looked okay, because he got up fine but the other time scored and left us to lose one game out of the whole season. Damn this was the worst day of all. Steve looked at me his face was smeared with tears. I walked to him putting a hand on his shoulder, giving him a hug he didn't move but put his arms around me and cried. I cried somewhat as well. I was going to miss this and everyone I was connected to as well. Frank left when his mother came to get him, as we all took cover from cloudy sky underneath the rain that was bound to come down I waited for dad to come and see me in my muddy soccer jersey. Time passed and there was no sign of dad at all. So I carried out a conversation with Steve while we both waited for the rain to clear up.
"So it was a good last game for the season… wasn't it? I mean I enjoyed every bit of it. You were great, I mean the blocking skills man you've improved a lot since we first started out." He smiled I wasn't expecting much of talking out of Steve because his aura didn't change.
"Well I guess that all thanks you too… my coach, since third grade when you made me join for the sake of playing with someone. And I'm glad I did, for you were the greatest friend a friend could ever ask for. I'm glad I met you." He finally spoke, I looked at him with carrying eyes, man this was a touching moment in my life. I reached out and hugged him, finally shedding some tears for I was going to miss him much… he could come and visit sometimes. And man I would be looking forward to that. As we parted I saw his father's car parked out front in the parking lot.
"Hey.. Do you want a…eh ride home?" I shook my head I was going to walk home I needed to think a bit. I had to pack as well I hadn't packed the rest of my stuff in a while I had the basic's done but now I needed to get this stuff out of the way. It was going to cause mom trouble if I didn't and of course we had to get up early for the flight so I couldn't do that too her.
"No, I'm sorry I think I'll walk home, I need to do some thinking, oh Steve before I forget can I call you sometime? You know when I have time, and when you have time as well?" He nodded to my last statement and ran to his father's car getting soaking wet in the process. I laughed at him he was so careless sometimes, he didn't care if he had gotten struck by lightning if it was possible.
I slowly got up, grabbing the soccer ball that everyone signed and walked off onto the side walk with it. I tried to keep my mind off everyone since I was leaving this place. I mean Kris and Steve were my best friends, I might have known Kris first and Steve second but Steve was important to me. So I had to keep in touch with him, with both of them. The thought of leaving Steve hurt me and a pinch in my heart stirred. I didn't know what it was that was happening but it made me sad to leave this place. Out of keep darkness a car came swerving down the road. It hit me dead on. I collapsed into the night, and the man that hit me was my father racing to come find me and bring me home.
Erin.
I walked around the theatre hallways listening to the music and scores being played, everything was beautiful and untainted with purity. Softly the notes reached the climax as the act on the stage was over. My father sat in the audience with my mother, grandfather couldn't make it today so I wondered the halls. I couldn't stand sitting somewhere where I felt I didn't belong. Sure, I loved music and composed some of the pieces that were here. Most of which were about finding hope in something that wasn't worth my time. I was a self absorbed delinquent sometimes. I never really followed the crowd. And that was what my parents hated the most about my character they wanted me to follow in dad's footsteps well that wasn't going to work right now. I Erin Anthony Erik Destler, was a different breed from the rest of these creatures here. I may have not been deformed on the outside like both my father, grand-father and great-grand-father, but I was surely deformed in the brain. I had a morbid way of thinking, bloodlust was in my ways sometimes.
As the final scene ended a monstrous load of clapping started as the curtain called. The actors did splendidly. I was gracious that my sister Karin wasn't here to see this for she would have protested that they needed to redo the whole thing from scratch. I was what now? Twenty one and still a bachelor, well for right now that was alright nobody was going to claim this ice cold heart, plus I already had my eyes on the one girl I wanted in the whole world her name was Diana Daae. She was the daughter of a soprano that father had dated once before he found mother, She left him for a wealthy man of his age. Roaul De' Changy, a fellow patron of the opera, his family often came to the theatre to watch plays. At last the clapping stopped and people were leaving for the night. I walked to the mangers office to stifle threw father's paper's since we had new people coming to work for us as the leads for each play. Dad said they were naturals and deserved the jobs. I never saw them or heard of them but they seemed to be a good choice if father and grandfather liked them. They were from England and had built up reputations in there theatre's. I found their names on a slip of paper with their pictures next to them, and also another picture amongst them.
" Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. And who might this be?" I picked up the paper and moved the tab to see their daughter. She looked nothing like her parents at all. They had tan skin, she had pale, along with the hair difference and everything. Sure she was beautiful…no I can't stray from Diana… my sweet Diana. How I want to be with you forever.
I put the folder back together as father came in with a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. He poured himself, and I, a glass. He looked at me very carefully before giving it to me since I was going sober for a while, since I was an alcoholic when I turned ten.
"The new leads will be here in a day, please don't torment these two. I mean it Erin, if you try and make these two clear here I make sure you are disowned from the family's head." I nodded, now since he was threatening me from my house which I lived in I needed to obey him… but not just quite. He scooted me out of his office telling me to go down to the main room there was a small gathering being held there. I made my way to the stair case and went to my coat pocket looking at my face to make sure I was presentable. I had caramel-honey dew semi long hair slicked back. My eyes were a dark blue with a tracing effect, of a flickering red, like blood. I was wearing a grey suit with a light blue shirt and black shoes. I had a firmly shaped face with a thin nose. And putting the mirror away I made it into the main hallway where many people were gathering. I looked around for Diana, she was dancing with a young suitor… I knew him his name was Richard another patron of another leading theatre. And I wasn't going to lose to him now. "Excuse me, may I have this next dance?" I looked at Diana with any acceptance she nodded I knew my tracing eyes would drag her in, now only to reel her in for the final catch. We were dancing the kind and queens waltz when she finally had gotten the guts to at least talk to me.
"So how are you, Mr. Destler, I dare say you and your family have a great fortune in the theatre business." Oh, my looking into her deep brown eyes I got lost in my words. Her hair was a light curly blonde and she was skinny a perfect match for me. She was the most beautiful woman in all of New York and I would have her to myself. I would win. I would conquer. This was my one chance and I wasn't going to lose it.
"I'm doing quite well tonight, Miss. Daae and yes, that is true, I believe I have found my calling to work in a theatre like my father and grandfathers. I see no other path for me, for I love the arts as much as my soul." Now that was a white lie but she wouldn't be able to tell. As the song ended I kissed her hand and let her leave. I planted the seed now all there needed to be was sunshine and water to help it grow.
"Trying to play kiss up, dear brother?" I looked over at Karin she was seven and looked a bit curious like all girls, she saw Diana and I dancing, she must suspect what's going to happen next. As I left I did see Richard also making a move, and Diana was willingly going along with it. Something woman did all the time, only Karin saw. As she strolled her way to the stage to sit underneath the limelight she wished for once in her life.