Authors Note- The name for this chapter comes straight from the LND musical, since this scene takes place immediately after that song. Anyhow, so I decided to put up the second chapter, just to get a little bit more into the story, so people can see where I'm going with this. This will be the only scene, that I know of at this point, that I take directly from the musical Love Never Dies [Australian Production], though I did add onto it with the secret inclusion of a brand new character. I felt it went well with the tone I'm trying to set for the story. Plus I want to put a little bit of background before I really get them deep into the storyline I have in mind~ -rubs hands together with an evil chuckle- There may be like, one more scene before really getting into the story, BUT ANYWAY, here it is!
Disclaimer- I still own nothing, and I still wish Erik lived in my basement...! Dx Or Ben Lewis in his Phantom clothes...That could work too ;D xD
"singing"
"talking"
"How could you think I wouldn't guess? How could you think I wouldn't know? Do you have something to confess? I want the truth right now, if so!"
"Listen, darling, I want you to go with Miss Giry back to the hotel. Alright, I have to talk to Mr. Y alone...Meg, do you mind? Please? Please..."
A dark clad figure went unnoticed by the two adults left at the front of the room as a young woman left the room with a slightly frightened dark haired young boy trailing behind her, his hand in her grasp. The silent figure had suddenly appeared with a small flash of light, and watched from a shadowed corner in the back. Undisturbed, the two people, a disfigured man and a beautiful woman, continued to speak. Well, it was more in the line of singing.
"Once upon a another time, you loved me, and left me alone...but that's not all you did. You left me...with a son.
Ever since that other time, I've wished you could somehow have known...I kept the secret hid, the secret my marriage forbid...What else could I have done?
Just love, just live...Just give what I could give, and take what little I deserved..."
The woman's beautiful soprano voice rang through the Gothic hall, like a clear bell, ringing in the rafters of a centuries old church. The acoustics were amazing, even the dark figure in hiding had to admit, her voice was awe inspiring. The disfigured man in the mask seemed to freeze at the news, his hands clutching at his chest as he felt to his knees, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The woman moved to his side with a saddened expression, her hand resting on top of his bowed head in a comforting gesture.
"A son...My son...Forgive me...
He sees me and shuns me, as you did once... Take him now, take him and go...!
Go now, be free! But swear one thing to me, He will never, ever know...!"
The man begged with clasped hands, the sob obvious in his deep, reverberating baritone voice as it wavered, his whole body turned as he begged on his knees for her not to tell her son of his real father. The woman, who had turned and began walking away, turned once more to face him at his words with a sad, yet determined expression before she began to sing again,
"I swear it, believe me, you know you have my word...and I swear this music won't remain unheard!"
She replied, bending at the knees gracefully to pick up the leather bound sheet music that had been discarded earlier, and they both rose as she approached him,
"This music, your music, will live again. One last time, just as I swore!"
And then his voice joined hers as he stood and took a step toward her, his hands reaching out to grasp hers which were holding onto the front and back of the treated leather casing,
"And soul to soul we will once more be whole, when I hear you sing-!"
And she stopped as he sang the last few words by himself, pulling away from his grasp even though she wanted nothing more than to melt into it, and wrap her arms around him. But she couldn't, she had other people she had to take care of, Gustave, and Raoul... Even though she didn't love him as she loved Erik, he still loved her, and she couldn't bare hurting him like that.
"...Once more..."
She finished quietly, and willed herself to leave before she became caught in his loving gaze and then she would never have been able to leave him again. She hurried from the room, biting her lip to hold back her sobs, silent tears running down her cheeks.
After she left, Erik lingered for a moment, needing time to sort things out for himself. He turned to look at his reflection in one of the strange three-sided spike shaped glass cases that had been made to hold his freak exhibits. Sliding his half mask off of his face, he began to sing by himself as he looked at the deformed half he often hid from the world,
"From out of ugliness, such light! From out of darkness, such a flame! In him my wrongness is made right, and yet he loathes me just the same...
So let him shun me in disgust! Let him flee this cursed face! If I must hide from him I must, yet he shall be my saving grace!"
His deep voice echoed, growing stronger with each word as he pulled the mask back over the side of his face, turning toward the other side of the room, away from the dark figure that he didn't see, hidden perfectly in the shadows,
"For Christine, my Christine, if its true, he's my reason to live! Ah Christine, and our son shall have all I can give!
Ah Christine! All I create on this earth, all that I'll never be worth, all shall be his!"
He finished, his voice echoing around the hall as he stumbled slightly out of the room, still swirling with emotions.
As soon as the coast was clear, the dark figure emerged, pulling back the hood to reveal none other than the Dark One, Rumpelstiltskin. He cracked a grin, his eerie chuckle amplified by the acoustics of the room as he clapped his hands.
"This will be interesting. Its just what I need!" He giggled, rubbing his hands together menacingly, his sharp toothed grin glinting in the low light of the room. When the spike shaped mirror in the center began to open up again, he retreated into the dark, watching as a matronly woman came out into the room , the mist swirling around her skirts as she moved.
He listened as she claimed that the apparent son of the two from before had just taken everything from her. As she stormed out, her face etched with anger and sadness, Rumpelstiltskin once more crawled out of the darkness. With a mischievous look, he left as well, though he followed the man, the one that he wanted for his...special purposes.
The Dark One already had a plan in mind, the knowledge of the child only made it all so much easier. He had to get both the man and the woman, Erik, or the Phantom as he was known in Paris, and Christine, he already knew those to be their names. The idea had come to him while reading one of his secretly treasured books, Phantom of the Opera. Now, all he had to do was wait for the right time to snatch the boy, and all would be put into motion. For now though, he would follow Erik.
He was led to the aforementioned man's chambers, and proceeded to watch as Erik paced back and forth in front of a grand piano.
Erik paced back and forth, running a hand through the wig he wore on his head that had become like real hair to him. He, Erik, the feared Phantom of the Opera, had a son. A son! And he was beautiful, not at all deformed, as Erik had been since birth. How was that possible? With a growl, Erik slammed his hands onto the desk beside the piano that held a candelabra with several lit candles, the visible part of his face contorted by rage which slowly dissolved into a bone deep sorrow.
With a small sob he bent over, leaning his forehead on his clenched hands, his chest heaving with the effort it took to hold it all in. He could feel more sobs bubbling up in his lungs, and swallowed them down, instead all but collapsing onto the piano bench, his fingers gently stroking the keys. And then he began to play.
The notes he coaxed from the old strings of the piano were so filled with sorrow, that if anyone heard them, they would be brought to tears just by the sound. But then a look of concentration came over his face, his lips pressed into a thin line as he continued to play, but the tune began to change.
Maybe...in time, Gustave would learn to love his father, despite his disfigurement, just as Christine had learned to see past, to the man beneath the monster. Only time would tell, and he wasn't sure if he was willing to give up the family he could have. He was willing to get to know his son, and he wanted to be with Christine, his love. He wanted them to finally be family, so he could make up for the years of their lives that he had missed because of his horrible decision 10 years ago.
The haunting and sad sound from the piano began to change with his thoughts, becoming more longing, urgent. Erik knew what he wanted, what he really wanted. Now all he had to do was come up with a plan. It was then, an idea came to him. He had asked one of his underlings, Miss Fleck, to keep an eye on the dear Vicomte, from high in the shadows. Being an expert aerialist, she was a clear choice for the job, and she had also left a note on the desk.
It had fluttered to the ground when he pounded the table, and he just caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye. Leaning over he grabbed the yellowed corner of the parchment and lifted it up. Inside a few words were scrawled in her unique, yet elegant hand, telling him where the fop had taken up residence for the night. It did not come as a shock that the fool had ended up in a bar.
Then, it all clicked into place, a plan was beginning to form. He would make a deal with the no doubt drunk Vicomte, with the stakes being that if Christine sang for Erik, then the Fop would leave, that night, alone. Without Christine or the boy. The alternative, if The Vicomte won, and she didn't sing, Erik could lose her forever, but he was wiling to take that chance. He knew his Christine still loved him, he had felt it when their voices had entwined again, after all those years.
With a triumphant grin he stood, leaving the room with the flourish of his cloak, only a few words slipping from his lips into the room,
"We shall be together again...My Christine...~"
Authors Note- Once again, all mistakes are my own, if I missed one during editing, please let me know! :D
ALSO all flames will be laughed at, and then fed to Natsu~ [Fairytail Fans with get it ;P]
