Part 1
Six years... six years since the fire, since that home was sent ablaze and the residence sent out onto the streets in fear and pain. The loss of life, of home, of security was overwhelming, and the inhabitants scarred, flesh and soul from what happened there. Forced to relocate and rebuild, the normalcy of life would come slowly, but the wounds would be slow to heal...
"Here it is ladies and gentleman! Come feast your eyes on the gallow! Still in it's original form, not having robbed another criminal of life for five years! This is the very place where the monster of Paris was hung! Yes! That's right, the Phantom of the Opera was hung at this very spot!" The caller's voice was piercing in that foggy autumn day, catching travelers in a memorizing tale of the burning of the great opera house. Those leaving Paris were called out and would stop to hear the story, how the Phantom was caught as he tried to flee the city and hung, a trial not even needed. Even the nobility were entranced in the fear of one of their own meeting a terrible death in the depths of the vaults under the theatre. Another opera house had been rebuilt, and would soon be presenting shows to the entertainment hungry crowds of Paris, but their audience would be captivated by the show as well as fear, would a murder present himself in this theatre as well?
"Shut the window Nadine, I don't want to hear that rambling." There was a shift in the carriage as the shutters were pulled shut, turning the tale of Don Juan into nothing but jumbled and muffled noises. A sigh of relief followed, "Thank you."
"Are you alright Mademoiselle? Shall I call for the driver to stop?" Nadine moved back to her seat. The old willow of a maid had always been attentive in her long years of service, acclaimed on of the best nurse-maids by the family. White hair was pulled back into a tight bun, kept in place with an unknown number of pins, and her plain charcoal dress with white trimming gave her a more dignified look than some of the young maids seen in Paris. "You looked quiet fatigue..."
"I did not sleep well last night Nadine. I will be fine when we get home."
"I see, then rest your eyes and I will watch and make sure all is well," the maid coaxed gently, but by the time the last syllable left her mouth, the young woman in the carriage was already asleep.
Yep, so since it is Thanksgiving break and I am in dire need to be writing something besides history papers, I decided to strike up another story. I have the structure in my head, and it will be in four parts, and of course Part 1 is the shortest. Hope you enjoy, I will try to get as much written before I go back as possible and post things in a three day interval to give me some time. There will be a break after Thanksgiving, since I'll have three weeks left of classes, then I hope to crank out the majority of the story during winter break. Again, hope you enjoy, reviews are awesome. And yes, I do have a fascination with Gerard Butler, so deal with it for now. Thanks!
-Celene