A/n: I wrote this chapter in a rush because I didn't want to loose my inspiration lol...so if you find any dreadful mistakes just let me know so I can correct them.
Also I made some changes..mostly grammar and also I separated Laura's and Erick's thoughts so that it would be easier to understand...I see I have tons of hits but only one review so I say yet again REVIEWWWWW
Disclaimer: takes deep breath I do not own Phantom of the opera…HAPPY?
The Opera populaire stood there before me, I could only imagine how beautiful it would have looked in all it's splendor, now, it was nothing but an enormous grey building covered in a slight layer of dirt and ashes. No one had dared to restore it, no one had dares to come in, since the incident.
I felt my heart being pressed hard as the memories of my parents came back. How did they die? Did they suffer?
I shook the thought away as rapidly as I could, I promised myself no more silent tears, no more memories that do nothing but make me weak
I closed my eyes and started to back down unconsciously. You've come all to the way, you've made it this far don't back away now .
I wanted to fulfill my dream, that's why I was here, I wanted to stand on that stage and sing at the top of my lungs. Now I had no one to tell me I couldn't, I was alone, yes, I missed my parents yes, but I already asked for their forgiveness in advance a hundred times...I need to do this.
"Excuse my intervention mademoiselle but the entrance is prohibited" A guard startled me, making me jump a little.
"I know monsieur, I was just wanted to see it from outside, I have no plans in going in whatsoever…I am too scared to do so" I lied. Of course I wanted to go in.
"Well in that case" the guard said taking his hat and bowing exaggeratedly "Have a nice day mademoiselle" I smiled fakely as the guard turned at the corner of the opera house, this was my chance.
I felt my kneels buckle as I went up the stairs. I was scared, was I being disobedient? Would god punish me for entering this building against my father's wishes? I knew my father was no longer with me ...but he was watching me still.
After taking a few deep breaths I reached for the door, it was open. Once I was in, I silently closed the door behind me not wanting to catch the attention of the people outside. I breathed heavily and instantly coughed as the ash entered my lungs, once I raised my view that was, seconds ago, staring at the floor, I gasped.
I found myself at the great hall, I let my eyes wonder through the statues that remained attached to the walls, the stairs that separated in the middle and then went opposite ways, the little pieces of glass that laid on the floor. It had definitely been the most beautiful building of our time
Once I could get myself out of the trance the room had got me into, I started to walk. I heard my dress brushing the small layer of dust and ash on the floors, my fingers touched the marble of the staircase rail, every little thing about this place was so destroyed and yet, so inviting and intriguing. I belonged here; this has always been my unknown home.
It was then when I understood my father's fear, he knew that if I visited this place I would probably stayed, and he couldn't possibly stand that. A delicate tear made it's was from my eye to the floor where it drew a circle of light in the dark ash.
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As I sat there, in front of the organ, letting silence consume me, I heard the door of the opera house open. I recognized the screeching sound and yet it sound so unfamiliar to me. Who could it be?
It's been so long since someone dared to enter the opera, especially since the "chandelier incident" as they called it. I knew well it hadn't been and incident at all, and I don't regret it either, I couldn't let her shame me and then escape. The deaths were cause by her all along, she chose it.
Stop thinking about her my mind growled…I must find out who is up there…and finish with him.
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After what seemed for me hours of wondering in the darkness I found myself standing on the large stage, the view form there scared me and again I felt my heart being hardly pressed against my chest. A large chandelier was in the middle of the room, pieces of crystal all around, the chairs completely destroyed and everything blackened, not only by the darkness in which I stood, but because of the ashes. This place had been horribly burned, the same as the people inside it.
Stop it my mind yelled and I did as commanded.
With my heart beating fast against my chest, my hand and legs shaking, I gave three steps towards the center on the stage and made a bow. I closed my eyes trying to picture this place glowing in gold, a great audience gathered only to see me and the musicians ready for my cue. I began…
Un signe, une larme, un mot, une arme,
Nettoyer les étoiles à l'alcool de mon âme,
Un vide, un mal, des roses qui se fanent,
Quelqu'un qui prend la place de quelqu'un d'autre…
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I could hear her voice as I made my way backstage. Her voice was nothing compared to my Christine's, but it had something she lacked…passion.
As I walked, as slowly as I could onto the stage being careful enough not to be heard. Then, I saw her…
Un ange frappe à ma porte, est-ce que je le laisse entrer ?
Ce n'est pas toujours ma faute si les choses sont cassées ;
Le diable frappe à ma porte, il demande à me parler
Il y a en moi toujours l'autre, attiré par le danger…
I suddenly felt as I was being watched, but it couldn't be, it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, it was just my invisible crowd that watched me.
Of course I had heard the tales of the ghost, but it couldn't be. I am not a child…I am too old for ghost stories…
Un filtre, une faille, l'amour, une paille,
Je me noie dans un verre d'eau, j'me sens mal dans ma peau ;
Je ris, je cache le vrai derrière un masque,
Le soleil ne va jamais se lever…
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In the darkess I could still clearly see her perfectly shaped profile. Her small nose, her light pink lips that parted as she sang, her brown curls falling perfectly to the waist in half a pony tail and her eyes…her eyes…
I closed my eyes feeling she was singing for me, I knew this was not possible, but her song was what I needed. God had heard this demon's prayers, she was my light, I knew it.
I felt the urge to approach her from the shadows and take her away as I did with Christine but I couldn't. God had given this poor soul a second chance and I wouldn't make the same mistake again. Although, unconsciously I took a few silent steps towards her in the dark, I dared not touch her.
Un ange frappe à ma porte, est-ce que je le laisse entrer ? Je ne suis pas si forte que ça,
Ce n'est pas toujours ma faute si les choses sont cassées ;
Le diable frappe à ma porte, il demande à me parler
Il y a en moi toujours l'autre, attiré par le danger…
Et la nuit, je ne dors pas,
Tous ces rêves ça me met mal…
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I felt the feeling of being watched grow stronger…I must be going mental. Even though I was feeling scared I continued singing knowing it would help me relax. I was just feeling guilty for doing what was forbidden for me for so many years…yes…that was it.
Un ange frappe à ma porte, est-ce que je le laisse entrer ?
Ce n'est pas toujours ma faute si les choses sont cassées,
Ce n'est pas toujours ma faute si les choses sont cassées…
I slowly opened my eyes only to find myself in the same abandoned and burned theatre I had been before I started singing. Trying hard to imagine I was still in front of an audience I bowed again this will be the first and only time I stand on a stage I told myself. The feeling of guilt was to overwhelming to repeat such performance father forgive me. I stood there for a moment just asking again an again for forgiveness I should have never come here, this was all wrong form the start. The feeling of wanting to cry was growing stronger within me but I couldn't, not again.
That's when he heard it… the entrancing voice behind me.
Brava, Brava, Bravissima
A/N: I couldn't stop myself from writing this chapter I was just inspired lol…Anyway REVIEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
