Week after week, Isabelle and Eric worked and trained for their roles. Difficult the roles were, yet they both mastered them quickly. Turn after turn, leap after leap; continuous practices and rehearsals of training and movements, yet the two stood without faltering, but Isabelle began to have her doubts. The role of Odette the White Swan was a simple, innocent, more like herself than any role she had ever seen, but the role of Odile the Black Swan was difficult. Dark and sensual Odile's role was it made Isabelle fear what may happen to herself; would she loose her innocent and become unable to control herself.
That's where Eric helped with the role; movements of grace and poise were still valid and compatible for Odile's role, but he helped with making some of those combinations more rapid and vigorous. Sensuality was to be seen, and Isabelle had never be put in a position where she had to be affection or lustful towards someone. Eric made this easy to master and understand as he placed his hands upon her. With his hands upon her, he was able to guide her in the direction while still letting her do the combinations and movements.
Closing her eyes, Isabelle envisioned herself being controlled and becoming the Black Swan. Listening to the music, temptation and lingering thoughts of lust filled her mind as her body presented them through her turns and combinations. Along with this, she began to realize the truth behind Eric's hidden hands. Moving with her every move, his secret began to unfold and Isabelle fell further into the darkness. Her mind began to twist and push all things childish away; passion and lust clouded her fearing thoughts as she stayed in Eric's arms.
Being this part of the dance was a duet, in which they were to dance together making this sensual tension build. This was the duet, without even realizing it; Eric held Isabelle as she passionately moved around him, tempting him as Odile would be lusting over Prince Siegfried. The owners watched the pair glide across the room as they both reached for each other and played their roles well. Linger thoughts and pushing past everyone, they embraced in the final lift and fall of the deceptive-love scene between Odile and Siegfried.
Applauses filled the studio as the two dancers gazed upon each other while still lying in each others arms. Isabelle awoke from her driven-dream as Eric looked upon her with truth-filled eyes. She knew that he was in love with her, but she was still afraid of the consequences that came with this love-affair. And Eric too, saw the hidden affections of an innocent yet confident young dancer who longed for something more than theses four walls of mirrors and reflections.
After realizing that everything was done, they broke from their pose and walked away. Isabelle blushed as thoughts of adulthood flooded her mind, whilst still glance back at Eric. Eric, as well (being already an adult) began to have thoughts and visions of dark desires and passion that lied deep within the company. Isabelle, grabbing her belongings from her locker was stopped by something smooth and gentle; the music from her duet called to her from the emptiness of the studio.
She emerged from the locker room, finding nothing but the innocence of herself lying upon a cracked mirror. The music spoke to her and her heart; telling of the darkness that had escaped from deep within her and to be cautious of her actions. Then suddenly her innocent reflection faded shattering the mirror as Isabelle gave into the dark passions of the music's melody as she began to dance. Dropping everything, the music took over her soul as she called out to Eric.
Eric emerged from the darkness of the mirrors and began to embrace her as he did during the duet. But this time was different; no one was watching and no one would able to control what would happen after this. Lifting her in his arms, Isabelle called to him, fond over him as she turned and surrounded him. Her eyes were fiery and full of lust as she reached for him and he consumed her; body and soul. Taking her away from the world she knew, he brought her to the light of darkness.
The mirrors faded around them as they vanished into the night. Leaving and comforted, they both fled the scene of passion and carried it away to another location, hidden and safe from the owners of the company. They knew that if the truth were to be revealed, consequences would follow and destroy their passionate love-affair. So fleeing from the place of creation, the two young lovers fell into each others arms on a bed of nothingness and dined on each others souls. The taste of one another; brilliant and satisfyingly amazing brought upon a peak of death and deception.
Isabelle was no-longer an innocent young child, but now she had matured into beautiful young women with passions and desires that now had awaken from their deep slumber. Isabelle had betrayed herself, but now no-longer cared for child-like fantasies, but wanted to embrace those dark desires that pulsed through her veins and now called out to Eric. Also Eric had been freed from his prison of silence and torment of hiding such a strange yet passionate secret. They had both been freed and released from the hell that they had been damned to; Isabelle had reached adulthood and Eric was embracing it for the first time.
The studio now laid empty and vacant to the unknown world, yet something lingered. Emerging from the shattered mirror, a small frail child stood before the one flickering light. Her head bowed down to the floor as eerie music of the Swan Lake Theme began to play. Her hair was matted and drenched in blood as she listened carefully to the tune. Swaying and gracefully moving, she danced upon the broken shards of glass as they began to cut deeply into her feet.
She giggled and laughed as she danced around the room to the strange melody as if she were someone else. Then as the song began to conclude, she looked up into another mirror and saw herself. Frail skin cut with scars, long stringy hair now laid tangled, eyes were now broken and cracked and her face was torn from side to the other with a disturbing grin. This was no child at all; now standing tall before the mirror was Isabelle's innocence, now transformed into the being of theBlack Swan.
Screams filled the room, where Isabelle lay as she held onto the chest of Eric. They were alone and hidden by the night; sleeping and dreaming in each others arms. She could feel the blackness of her heart now and the deception of becoming her worst fear. The realization of becoming the Black Swan now laid upon her bare breast as her breathing heaved. The vision of the studio and of the bloody child dancing to the eerie sounds of Swan Lake frightened and tormented her.
Faded memories of recent passions and damnation consumed her mind as she tried to hang onto the innocence of being young and still frail. But she was no-longer those things; matured she had and broken she was. Isabelle now laid between two worlds, both full of wonder and changed they were, she could not decide on which world she wanted the most. One world of nothing except rules and proper behavior; a world of nothing but childish games and fantasies unseen; her childhood or a world of passion and lust; a world of emotions and treasures untold that only had to be grasped by the one she craved the most. Trapped Isabelle was, and trapped she would stay until Eric awake from his slumber to rescue her from her terrible nightmare.
"What am I to do?"