A/N: Hello again. I'm so glad you wanted me to continue! Please let me know
if I should still continue, which means please continue reviewing.
I do not own the Phantom of the Opera. I don't know who does, other then the fact that they will forever officially belong to Gaston Leroux as of the fact he created them. The Melody Within is from Rigoletto, made by the Family Films Foundation.
Thank you, reviewers, and critizim is appreciated.
As usual anything within these: will mean italics, which are mostly used for thoughts. Anything within there: }{ will mean the words are sung.
Please enjoy.
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}"Music boxes have within melodies they carry with them. Once they open music fills the air.
"Ev'ry person you have known has a song of their own. Once they open up you'll see what's there.
"It's not easy, you music listen with you're heart for what lies hidden. I had a melody locked deep inside of me, but now it's free. It found a place embraced by harmony, sweet harmony.
Love, more then anything, teaches out hearts to sing, only love could break the spell. Now I know very well the love within myself. "{ Emily finished her light song and noticed the man stirring on her couch. She continued dusting and humming her song.
The man awoke to that sound and the sight of a lovely young lady skipping around in her white dress, humming to herself.
Just then the pain in his side hit, making him close his eyes and groan in pain.
"Oh! You're awake. Hello. Now that you're awake, I'm going to go fetch a doctor. I didn't know what to do, so all I did was clean it and put some cloth on it to soak the blood." Said the girl, referring to the wound with a heavy English accent.
"N...no." the man managed to get out.
"No what?" the girl said absent mindedly, looking in a trunk for her cloak.
"No...no doctor. No...one." He said.
"What do you mean 'No doctor'? If I don't get you a doctor you'll probably die." She said, now looking up at him from searching for her lost cloak.
"No...please. No one."
"I /have/ to get you a doctor, alright? You go back to sleep while I go get one." She said then frustratingly closed the trunk, having no luck with the cloak, and left.
***
"So you don't know who this man is at all?" the doctor asked, changing the man's bandage again on the fourth hour.
"No. I found him in an ally. I don't know what happened or anything."
"You said he woke up before you left?"
"Yes. He told me he didn't want me to get a doctor. Or anyone, for that matter."
"Perhaps it was an attempt at suicide?"
"I don't know why, but he doesn't seem the type to commit suicide."
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know. He just...doesn't seem the type."
"Yes...well, just remember to change the bandage every hour and clean the wound with this every two hours." The Doctor said, handing her a bottle of clear liquid.
"Alright. Thank you, Doctor."
"I'll be back in a few days to check on him, Mademoiselle. Good day." He said, then left.
Emily sighed and looked at the old grandfather clock on the far wall. Her little sister, Emma Lee, would be back soon. Hopefully before the man woke up so she could describe the situation.
Unfortunately, the man started to wake up a moment later.
"Oh, are you alright? The doctor's already came and went."
The man seemed to be more together this time, though shocked.
"I'm...alright, mademoiselle. I...wonder though, where am... I?"
"Oh, yes. You're at my house, right on the outskirts of Paris."
"And...who are you?"
"Oh, Emily Lamb." Emily spoke in French still.
"You are...you are English?" he asked in her native tongue.
"Yes." She said, surprised.
"What are...you doing...in France?"
"Oh...um, visiting my mother." Emily said.
"Ah... yes." Was all he said.
"Well, um...what is your name?" she asked.
Unexpectedly, he began to laugh humorlessly.
"Why?" he asked, before beginning to cough.
She went and got him a glass of water before answering,
"Because you know mine, and since you're going to be stuck here for a while I'd like to know who I'm talking to."
He paused to take a sip of the water.
"Erik."
"Erik?"
"Erik."
"Pleasure to meet you, then, Erik."
He paused, this time without taking a drink.
"...Pleasure."
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Thank you, again, for reading. Please let me know what you think of it. In the next chapter Emma Lee will show up, shaped after my own little sister. Happy Birthday, Em.
The title of this story is subject to change.
Thank you and please review.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail
I do not own the Phantom of the Opera. I don't know who does, other then the fact that they will forever officially belong to Gaston Leroux as of the fact he created them. The Melody Within is from Rigoletto, made by the Family Films Foundation.
Thank you, reviewers, and critizim is appreciated.
As usual anything within these: will mean italics, which are mostly used for thoughts. Anything within there: }{ will mean the words are sung.
Please enjoy.
~
}"Music boxes have within melodies they carry with them. Once they open music fills the air.
"Ev'ry person you have known has a song of their own. Once they open up you'll see what's there.
"It's not easy, you music listen with you're heart for what lies hidden. I had a melody locked deep inside of me, but now it's free. It found a place embraced by harmony, sweet harmony.
Love, more then anything, teaches out hearts to sing, only love could break the spell. Now I know very well the love within myself. "{ Emily finished her light song and noticed the man stirring on her couch. She continued dusting and humming her song.
The man awoke to that sound and the sight of a lovely young lady skipping around in her white dress, humming to herself.
Just then the pain in his side hit, making him close his eyes and groan in pain.
"Oh! You're awake. Hello. Now that you're awake, I'm going to go fetch a doctor. I didn't know what to do, so all I did was clean it and put some cloth on it to soak the blood." Said the girl, referring to the wound with a heavy English accent.
"N...no." the man managed to get out.
"No what?" the girl said absent mindedly, looking in a trunk for her cloak.
"No...no doctor. No...one." He said.
"What do you mean 'No doctor'? If I don't get you a doctor you'll probably die." She said, now looking up at him from searching for her lost cloak.
"No...please. No one."
"I /have/ to get you a doctor, alright? You go back to sleep while I go get one." She said then frustratingly closed the trunk, having no luck with the cloak, and left.
***
"So you don't know who this man is at all?" the doctor asked, changing the man's bandage again on the fourth hour.
"No. I found him in an ally. I don't know what happened or anything."
"You said he woke up before you left?"
"Yes. He told me he didn't want me to get a doctor. Or anyone, for that matter."
"Perhaps it was an attempt at suicide?"
"I don't know why, but he doesn't seem the type to commit suicide."
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know. He just...doesn't seem the type."
"Yes...well, just remember to change the bandage every hour and clean the wound with this every two hours." The Doctor said, handing her a bottle of clear liquid.
"Alright. Thank you, Doctor."
"I'll be back in a few days to check on him, Mademoiselle. Good day." He said, then left.
Emily sighed and looked at the old grandfather clock on the far wall. Her little sister, Emma Lee, would be back soon. Hopefully before the man woke up so she could describe the situation.
Unfortunately, the man started to wake up a moment later.
"Oh, are you alright? The doctor's already came and went."
The man seemed to be more together this time, though shocked.
"I'm...alright, mademoiselle. I...wonder though, where am... I?"
"Oh, yes. You're at my house, right on the outskirts of Paris."
"And...who are you?"
"Oh, Emily Lamb." Emily spoke in French still.
"You are...you are English?" he asked in her native tongue.
"Yes." She said, surprised.
"What are...you doing...in France?"
"Oh...um, visiting my mother." Emily said.
"Ah... yes." Was all he said.
"Well, um...what is your name?" she asked.
Unexpectedly, he began to laugh humorlessly.
"Why?" he asked, before beginning to cough.
She went and got him a glass of water before answering,
"Because you know mine, and since you're going to be stuck here for a while I'd like to know who I'm talking to."
He paused to take a sip of the water.
"Erik."
"Erik?"
"Erik."
"Pleasure to meet you, then, Erik."
He paused, this time without taking a drink.
"...Pleasure."
~~~
Thank you, again, for reading. Please let me know what you think of it. In the next chapter Emma Lee will show up, shaped after my own little sister. Happy Birthday, Em.
The title of this story is subject to change.
Thank you and please review.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail