Leanna's Dark Angel
The Phantom of the Opera 2
It was a foggy winter day, Christine and Raoul were walking to the John Bap'tise Opera House, along with their daughter, Leanna. Christine had bought the opera house in hopes of fixing it up and making a good living. She felt it was best for her so that she could get over her fears. Raoul was spectacle about the whole idea, they sometimes felt as if the Phantom's presence was still there. Often Leanna would stop and take a look around as if someone was following her. Of course no one ever was. "Father, must we be a part of this crazy eipheny?" Leanna said as she tried to keep this comment out of earshot of her mother. "It will make her happy, and who knows you could be up on that stage." Raoul said patting her on the head. She grabbed his hand and put it down at his side. "I wish not to sing, for thy mind is set on other things." Christine began to play with her daughters hair as they walked up to the stage. "Now, now, Leanna, singing is in your blood. I will see you on that stage." She said sternly. Leanna gave a huff of exasperation and went to go explore. "Don't stray to far, Leanna. Dark things may lurk here." Raoul warned.
Leanna made her way up to the attic, and was looking at the old props. An old mirror sat against the window, a red satin curtain lay drapped across it. She carefully removed it and bowed in practice. "Thank you, thank you." She said jokingly. "No, I feel I am oblidged to thank you." Leanna stood up and backed away from the mirror. "Who...who are you?" "Why child , I'm the angel of music." Leanna had heard that term used before. Her mother had talked to her father about him."My mother has warned of your presence. I wish naught to see you." Leanna moved towards the door, reaching for the handle. "Leaving so soon, Leanna? I have yet to hear you sing." Leanna felt the presence, he was behind her. A black glove reached out and touched her shoulder, she slapped it and pulled away hestily. "Now, now, my dear do not be cruel. I'm your guardian angel." The hand reappered, but this time it wrapped itself around her neck. She stood still, not even blinking. "What your mother has told you is true, but I have changed." Leanna knew this Phantom was bad news."Is that why you're stalking us?" Leanna said grabbing the hand and throwing it down. "I will remain in the back of your mind, young Leanna. Until the day the opera house is complete." Leanna relaxed as she felt the presence slip away. She grabbed the door knob, but pulled her hand away quickly. A picture of a skull was burned into her hand, but the handle appered normal. "You're mine now, Leanna!" The voice boomed in her head and she ran out of the room, having no plan to tell her mother or father.
2 years later
"Leanna, hurry or you'll miss the show!" "I'm coming Sara." Leonna ran to box 5 where her and her friends Sara, and Mary watched the operas. As the head soprano-Margret Noon-came out, they decided to talk instead. "It's amazing what your parents have done to this place." Sara said in aw. "I know, I remember when I first came here. I was 13 and hated being here." Leanna said looking towards the stairs that lead to the attic."Why!" Mary asked in shock. "You can't tell anyone, but I ran into The Phantom of the Opera. He said that he would remain in the back of my mind...until this place was fixed." "The Phantom died years ago, and why you?" Sara asked in envy. "My mother was his, so said love years ago. I guess he thinks he can get to her through me." Leanna said shrugging, then it came to her, like the darkness of night. No Leonna that is not it at all. I have been freed from mind. Now your heart is mine. Leanna lurched forward, fright pulsing through her. "Leanna are you ok?" Sara asked, a look of worry on her face so deep, you could fall into it. "Leave me! He will surley kill you if you stay! Get my mother and father!" Leanna put her hand through her undenyible curly, brown hair. "Hello Leanna, I've been waiting quite a while." The voice that came to her was like black ice. "You dare speak thy name? In forth you send shivers down my spine." Leanna's heart was renching inside her chest, she felt numb. "Your ideas of my plot are wrong, young Leanna. You see since your mother isn't mine to control anymore, I need a new pawn." He sat next to her and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'm nothing but a mere chess piece to you!" She said looking him in the eyes. Their usual gently, sky blue, form was now a, dark, heart breaking, black. "What do you need a pawn for?" "Why, thy dear, I need someone to carry on my legacy. You seem like a very promising pawn." He had an evil smile drapped across his face. "You see me naught as a pawn, but a servant of your will. I'm my mother's daughter, not yours." She stood up as if to walk away, but that cold, black glove slipped into her hand and pulled her down. "You may free yourself with a song, made of your mind, heart, soul, and voice." "I will not sing for a stalking, wretch like you." She ripped her hand from his, and once again tried to run. "Stay away from me!" She turned out to the hallway and ran into her mother and father. She screamed, but seeing it was them shrunk to the floor. "Leanna what is the matter with you!" Her mother said, hugging her and running her fingers through her hair. "The Phantom is here...he wants me...I'm his pawn and he's the player!" She cried out, begining to hyperventalate. "Oh my dear God!" Said her father, moving towards box 5, but of course no one was there. "Mom! The Phantoms in my mind!" Christine put Leanna's head to her chest, praying her heart beat would calm hers. "We shall never be safe." She whispered. Sara and Mary kneeled down and began to sing to Leanna in unison. "Dear Leanna, calm your heart, child. The darkness is gone to the devil." She looked up at them her eyes their normal sky blue, and a beautiful, white smile, spread across her face.
As Leanna slept that night, a song boomed inside her head. It sounded like a man and a women. The man sounded as if was controling the women in some way, but Leanna pushed it from her mind.
"Feeling better, Leanna?" Mary asked. "Yes, indeed I am. I might have been seeing things." She said shrugging. Sara came running up to them, bouncing up and down. "We have a new dancer, and he's handsome." She said as she pointed to a young man, black hair, green eyes, and a gentle despostion. "Leanna, there's your man. Go talk to him." Mary said, starting to push her towards him. Then came a burning sensation in Leanna's hand. "Ow! No he's not happy with me. You must leave!" She said shrinking to the ground and clasping her hand. "No, we shall not leave you!" Mary said kneeling beside her. "That would be a big mistake on your part ladies." There he stood in the darkness of the backdrops. "Leave me!" Leanna screamed as her hand began to burn more, but her friends wouldn't budge. She stood up slowly and tried to run away, but the Phantom planted himself infront of her. "Do not run from me dear, Leanna." He ran his fingers through her hair. "Leave me be. I am nothing to you, why stalk me?" She slapped his hand away. "Why my dear, you are thy next Phantom." "Never! I would rather die before I served at your wretched feet!" She turned around and began to walk towards her friends. "No my dear, you will serve me." His hand made it's way around her neck, and then tightened. "Hey! Didn't your mother ever tell you not to touch a girl." The voice that came to Leanna's ear was smooth, and strong, "Another time my dear." The Phantom was so close to her ear, that she flinched. The Phantom let go, and then was gone. The dancer boy knelt beside her. "Are you ok madam Leanna?" "Yes, thank you for saving me. I don't believe we've met." She said taking his hand as he stood up. "My name is Tod." He said smiling at her. "Listen, since I'm new around here, would you find it in your heart to have thyself as your escort to the Masquriade Ball." He asked, his eyes glowing in anticapation. "It would be a great honor to have you as my escort." She said, as she set her eyes on his. "Aw! It's love!" Mary squealed. This love is in the way of things, Leanna. Continue to see him any further than a week, and his life will end. Leanna ignored the voice in her head and took Tod's hand, then began to show him around.