YAYYY MY FIRST POTO FIC POSTEEED!! 8D
No, I don't own Phantom of the Opera, no matter how much I want to!
Yes, I own my OCs!
WOOOOOT! ENJOY! WAHHH I HAD SO MUCH SUGAR!! 8D
POV change Thoughts
Erik: O_O be afraid everyone, BE AFRAID.
*CRASH!*
Christine: AHHHHH!!!
Erik: HOLY SH---
*STORY START!*
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Clarice
The Opera Populaire, a beautiful building with a famous reputation. So many operas were performed here, all exceptionally well. My sister, Christine, had had her triumph just last week. But she acted a little strange…she looked scared and paranoid a lot now. But even I, her little sister, couldn't even get anything out of her.
My name is Clarice Daaé. I'm Christine's younger sister by 10 months. I have hair like hers, only it's straight and black. Not silky or wavy, just straight and plain old black. My skin is too pale, and my eyes are dark blue with a weird gold color around the edges. I usually keep my waist length hair in a long braid, tied at the end by a white ribbon, as white is my favorite color. So I like to wear white gowns.
Compared to Christine, I am nothing. She has a voice, beauty, talent, and she's a social butterfly on top of all that.
And me?
I have no talent in music, I am not beautiful, I am anti-social, a mere shadow of my sister. I have not dared sing, for I fear what might come out of it. I long to have a passion for music like Christine, long to have everything that she has!
So right now, I am sitting in Christine and my room again, staring out into space, thinking about these things. I look in the mirror, and disgust is written all over my hideous face. Christine would be back from rehearsals soon. She and I shared this bedroom. It was her half and my half. Mine was the farthest from the door. My bed had a comfortable white comforter with little golden roses all over it. It had white sheets as well, and it was a canopy, as I sometimes preferred to block Christine from view. My jealousy was a sin and I wanted to hide it when it came out, as Christine often came in with friends.
As of now my curtains are open, and the room is shown to me. Across from by bed is my dressing screen in the corner, my wardrobe right next to it. I had no vanity, for I detested mirrors. They showed me my ugly features.
My outfit for today matched my comforter. It was a v-neck, and had short slightly puffed sleeves that ended just below my shoulders. I got off my bed and slipped into white flat shoes, as I hated high heels. They hurt and made my feet sore. Also, I didn't have the best balance in the world. Another flaw about me: I was quite clumsy. High heels were a hazard when I wore them.
I decided to walk around the Opera House, as I had nothing else to do. Christine was in her dressing room. It was a new one, and it was full of pink like the other one, only not so many flowers, and it didn't have a picture of La Carlotta or herself. My sister was talking with Meg, as I heard their voices while I walked past the room. I guess rehearsals were over then.
I headed off down the hall to the old Prima Donna's room. I wondered why Christine had a new one put in so far away from this one. My curiosity was piqued, and I had to check it out. What could possibly be wrong with the room besides La Carlotta's portrait?
I walked in, and closed the door softly behind me. Looking around, I saw nothing wrong with it. I walked over to the vanity, and looked at all the makeup.
Maybe I should put some on, then my skin would look darker, I thought, One less thing wrong with me I guess…
I was about to apply some, but then I sighed, and put it down. What was I thinking? I had tried this before, and looked even more disastrous!
My eyes met my reflection's in the mirror as I looked up. Tears sprang to my eyes.
Not thinking, I took a nearby candlestick and shattered the glass. I hid my face in my hands, ashamed.
Footsteps rushed down the hall. I locked the door quickly. I didn't want to talk to people right now especially!
I turned around, and gasped.
There I was, my too skinny frame in the mirror. I hid my face in my hands again.
"Hello? Is anyone in there? Are you alright?" Christine's voice called.
"I'm fine Christine!" I called back.
"Oh, Clarice! You startled me for a second! Are you sure you're ok?"
I said yes, and the footsteps faded away.
I sank down on the couch, just staring at my appearance. If I looked half as pretty as Christine did, I would have been fine looking at myself, no matter how vain that sounds. Oh well, you can't always get what you want…
Erik
I had rushed up to the old dressing room when I heard a shattering noise. I blinked in surprise as I saw a shattered mirror, and a girl weeping into her hands.
My cold heart stopped.
She was absolutely beautiful.
Her pale ivory skin contrasted perfectly to her shining black locks, and she was not too skinny, and had a flat chest, with two bumps for breasts, like Christine. Her gown was a light white cream color with gold roses on it. She looked up, and I saw her unique blue eyes with a gold surrounding the pupils.
Who was this girl? And what was she doing in here?
"Hello? Is anyone in there? Are you alright?" Christine's voice rang through the door.
"I'm fine Christine!" The girl choked out.
"Oh Clarice, you startled me for a second! Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yes," the girl, Clarice, said. Multiple footsteps faded, and Clarice looked at the mirror in which I was standing behind. She gasped, and at first I thought she saw me. But instead she wept into her hands again, and sat down on the couch. She looked up, and just stared. I wondered what she was thinking about. From the looks of it, this girl was like me in a way. She hated the way she looked. But why would she? Her beauty outshined Christine's!
My thoughts stopped there. No, I couldn't have thought that! There was no one more beautiful than my Christine!
Right?
Clarice sighed, driving me from my thoughts. I looked at her, and she whispered,
"Christine…you're beautiful…you say that you've been blessed with a voice by your Angel of Music…how come you don't say that anymore?"
That struck a chord in me. Of course Christine wouldn't say that! She saw my hideous face and I had let my anger take over and made her fear me even more!I flinched as the image of Christine's scared figure laying on the floor of my lair as I shot curses at her, showing her my horrible features.
Clarice spoke again, driving me from my mind once more,
"I wish I could be like you sister…you have such talent and potential…you have Raoul, a man who loves you and will stay by your side forever…." she sighed.
My eyes widened. She was Christine's sister?
My mouth dropped open as Clarice sang a tune so familiar to me, yet the lyrics had changed…
(Follows the tune "Father once spoke of an angel…")
"Christine's been blessed by her angel,
"Blessed with a talent for the Arts,
"Blessed with a man who will answer,
"Her voice's call,
"Angel of Music, will you hear me?
"Will you teach me too?
"Will you take me under your wing?
"Will you bless me too?" (A/N: I made that up when I was writing a different fanfiction that won't be posted. I decided to put it in.)
I was shocked into silence. Clarice touched her throat, and looked down in shame. I couldn't help but whisper,
"Why do you look so ashamed when your voice is beautiful?"
This was true. Clarice's voice…it was….marvelous. I couldn't help but think about what it would sound like if she sung my music…
NO! Christine's voice is better! You love her dammit! She's her sister, not her!! I thought. Right! Listen to the retarded side! Yes! Always a good plan!
Or was it?
Probably not. It was the voice that shouted those things to Christine…and that turned out soooo well…
So…which voice should I listen too? Not to sound insane, but there are many voices in my head…ok, that sounds insane no matter how I put it. But oh well, it is true.
The voice of reason stood out the most:
Why not give her a chance? Christine has abandoned you already, so there's no chance with her no matter how you look at it. But this girl…maybe she's different? Maybe you should get to know her.
Hmm, yes that voice seemed right…I won't let Christine go, but this Clarice would have to see that she is beautiful, and her voice is as well.
I would personally make sure of that.
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Clarice: Wah, I'm ugly!
Erik: Urge to smack…rising…
Me: O_O uh, REVIEW PLEASE!
SMACK!
Clarice: WAHHHH!! ERIK HURT MEEE!
Me: Wooooowwww….BYE!!
