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After fifteen years, Erszabet had grown into a beautiful young girl with a loving soul to match. Her godmother Natalya was proud of the girl that the poor, frail baby had become. Raising her had been difficult. With stretched time and hours of performing, Natalya was lucky to be able to feed Erszabet before dropping asleep. Regardless of that, as Erszabet grew into a child, and then a teenager, her intelligence and talent grew more and more obvious. The only thing that confused Natalya was how Erszabet learned how to sing so exquisitely, she hadn't had lessons, and yet when Erszabet sung, everyone who heard felt their heart wrench in their chest. That was a rarity for sure.
So Natalya had pushed and persuaded the manager of the Opera house, Tomas Huta, to allow Erszabet to sing. He had been reluctant at first, but after hearing Erszabet sing a song from Shakespeare's Othello, she had been cast in an operatic version of Romeo and Juliet.
Erszabet had blushed when Tomas had told her she was a promising soprano, and on this bitter night in December, Budapest would finally hear her. But there was one unwelcome presence…
" I cant believe this is happening Mama" Erszabet beamed in the mirror as Natalya tied a black corset around her chest " I hope I do well".
" You will my dear!, you have been anxious all day, they will love you!" Natalya chuckled " Do not worry yourself"
Just down the corridor, the theatre was full of people.
" You have been so good to me-" Erszabet had to pause a moment as Natalya yanked the corset strings tightly " Thank you Mama"
" Nonsense Erszabet, you are my goddaughter, I am supposed to help you"
Natalya pulled a richly red, velvet dress over Erszabet's shoulders, and gently eased the girls long, ebony hair into a plait "Your parents would be so proud of you tonight"
Erszabet turned to face Natalya with a sadness in her azure eyes,
"I wish they were here"
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation,
"Five minutes until curtain call Erszabet"
"Goodness me!" Natalya shrilled with an exited grin "We better get you backstage!"
They ran out of the room, leaving the carved, wooden door unlocked, and hurried to the side stage.
Unbeknownst to anyone nearby, a black figure crept slyly, and entered the room that Erszabet had just left, shutting the door for privacy. A recognised horror stepped towards Erszabet's iron cast bed, and carefully placed a delicate, black rose on the lavender scented pillow.
Erik sighed lovingly, taking huge lungful's of Erszabet's perfume in with content. Only half of his infatuated smile could be seen as Erik glanced around the room, his half mask reflected the dim candlelight. It had taken Erik a lot of courage to leave Erszabet a rose. Out of his pocket, he produced a small note written with red ink,
" Dear sweet Erszabet,
I hope your performance tonight was everything you wanted to be.
Do forgive me for this rose, for it is not as perfect nor alluring as you.
With all my love,
The Phantom "
and placed it beside the rose.
"How you have bewitched me Erszabet, Christine is repulsive compared to your beauty" Erik traced the etching of the mirror with his fingertip slowly " I only fear they you may too, betray me as Christine did"
He went to the door and began to twist the handle,
" But this time, I refuse to lose"