Author's note: Hey everybody! I was so happy when I got the reviews! So here's chapter one! So excited! EEEEK! Disclaimer: I own nothing of poto except my characters.
NeverlandChild: haha thanks it is an awesome story line! Pidpit: thanks, glad you think about it!
P.S: the story is set 16 years after what happened. Not in the book. In the movie! so our Erik is still handsome. Enjoy lovelies!
"I advise you not to walk so much, since you will strain on it. I suggest you rest, get up when you need to, and above all, don't run," the doctor said, as he wrap the white band strips around my right ankle. I had been dancing when a backdrop suddenly drops onto the stage during rehearsal. No one knows how it happened but one of the ropes had gave way. Luckily, I got away, but my right ankle was struck hard, leaving me in immense pain.
"So…no ballet?" I ask, hiding my excitement.
"No ballet," The doctor confirmed, packing up his things. No ballet! No dancing! I thought. I had dreams of becoming a singer, but my mother forbade me, knowing that all singers will have a short career someday. So I was forced to do ballet, hours and hours of perfect toe point and aching muscles.
Carolina, my best friend, sat beside me on the bed.
"My poor Emily," Said Carolina, swiping back an escaped strand of black hair.
"I'll be fine, Carolina. Just six weeks of resting and I'll be up again. Until then, no ballet. Which was fine to me.
"How did your mother react?" Caroline ask, crossing her legs on the bed. I shrugged indifferently about it.
"By the time the letter gets to her, my ankle will already be healed." I replied.
"Okay, well, bonne nuit, beaux rêves," Carolina said, getting up from the bed. Silence consumed the room, leaving me only in my thoughts. The candle flickering beside me cast eerie shadows on the walls as if evil lurks nearby. I grab the nearest book on my nightstand to get my mind off of the throbbing pain.
It was a dark night, not a sound was heard. Not even an owl hoot. The bushes rustled and out came a lone wolf, sniffing the air cautious for any intruders. His ears picked up the sound of-
I shut the book, bored over it already. Placing the book back in it's original place, I sat back against the pillow.
"I wonder.." I whispered. I silently slid off the bed, and limp to the door. My head poke out, swiveling left to right, seeing no one outside lingering around this time of the night. Closing the door, I silently limp down the winding stair and to the stage. I never really got a chance to look at the details of this place. I look out at the empty audience, a fire had occurred here, my father once told me, which left everything burnt and destroyed. The notorious Opera Ghost had cause this, after he had kidnapped Christine. The seats that were burnt, were now replaced with dark red velvet. I look up to see the new chandelier. It was bigger than the previous one.
It had been 16 years after the appearance of the Opera Ghost. And the shattered chandelier, now fully restored along with the opera house, was gaining it's people back.
"So what happen to the Opera Ghost, papa?" I ask, scooting closer to his warmth. He wrap his arms around me, letting me place my head on his chest, looking up at him.
"No one knows, he claims to be dead."
"Will I ever get a chance to meet the Opera Ghost?"
"No," mother said abruptly. I look over at her, confused. She cleared her throat before speaking, "He's a dangerous man, Emily."
I close my eyes, imagining an audience before me, the band playing. I open my mouth to sing.
Think of me
Think of me
Think of me fondly when we say goodbye.
Remember me, once in a while please promise me you'll try
CLANK!
I stop singing, turning my head towards the direction of the sound.
"Hello?" I ask, peering into the costume changing room.
"Madame Giry?…Victoria?…Carolina?" A chilling sensation went down my spine, knowing that no one would be here. Light tapping of footsteps came closer to me and I gasp, leaving the stage, limping to the nearest hide out away from whomever it was.
The Prima Donna room!
I twisted the brass knob, shutting it behind me, letting out a small sigh of relief. My ankle was throbbing again from using too much pressure. I sat down on the soft pink couch, massaging my ankle, whilst looking around the dark lit room. The moonlight bathed half the room with it's tinted blue light, giving the room a gloomy look. There was a pink bouquet of roses in the corner, wilted, with scattered petals on the floor.
I look over at the vanity table. Silver hair brush, lip wax makeup, a hand mirror. All untouched. I stood up, walking over to the vanity table, curious. My fingers lightly touched each item, taking the silver hair brush.
I really shouldn't…I thought. Oh well, who would know? No one goes to this room anymore…
I push my medium black length hair, gingerly let the brush detangle the curls, leaving it soft and tamed. I watch myself run the brush over and over my hair in the mirror, completely spacing out. That is until I notice the floor length mirror to my left.
I set the brush down, limping to the mirror, cocking my head to the side. A questioning eyebrow raise along with the brown eyes widening when I heard the whisper of breeze.
"What?" I murmured, running my fingers along the gold frame. The breeze blew at my finger tips again. There was something behind there... I hook my fingers over the gold frame, pulling it hard. The mirror open, revealing a long pathway to deeper depths of god knows what.
"Sacre bleu…" I whispered. If mother was here to hear what I just said….
Curiosity killed the cat, Emily…Mother would say.
"Yes, but satisfaction brought it back," I murmured, stepping into the mirror. The walls were aligned with gold arms holding lit candles. They moved as I made my way down the path.
"In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came," I sang softly. I picked a random tunnel to go into, leading me deeper into the depths.
"That voice which calls to me and speaks my name…"
I was staring into Christine's wax eyes, knowing that she had left me. Gone with Raoul. To live happy with him. But of course, who would love a monster?
Remember, Erik, the witch had warned. If you do not find love before the last feather drops on the swan, you'll stay like this forever.
I really thought Christine was the one. I had taught her. Gave her my music. Made her a star! And what did I get in return? Rejection. I turned away from the wax doll, taking another shot of bourbon. It had been 16 years since she left, and yet I didn't go a day by without thinking about her.
"What's the point?" I spoke out loud. "Of finding love when you've got a hideous face like this!" I snarled, smashing the glass.
And that's when I heard it.
A sound of an angel.
Christine…I thought. I close my eyes, swaying to the music.
"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came."
I must be dreaming. Her voice. She had come back. "That voice which calls to me and speaks my name…"
Wait a minute. I snap my eyes open, hearing the voice getting closer. That's not Christine, someone is in my lair!
I growled, taking my sword with me and my white mask before setting out to find the intruder.
"Oh mon dieu," I said. "I am lost." I look in every direction, not knowing where I was now. Where am I? There were mirrors everywhere. Duplicates of myself were looking around, finding a way out.
"Emily Saunters, what have you gotten yourself into," I whispered.
"Insolent little girl!" A voice shouted out. My heart gave a jolt, frightened, I stayed put.
"Who are you?" I ask. A dark chuckle came as I look around to find the source.
"You'll soon find out…that is if you find out." A rope came towards me. Surprisingly, I dodged it, falling backwards, landing on my right ankle. I gave out a cry of pain, struggling to get up.
"Such a quick one you are," he spoke again.
"Please, let me out."
"Oh? But we were just going to have fun." One of the mirror opened, and stupidly, I ran to it, not knowing where it lead me.
"Foolish girl! You've fallen into my trap." A heavy thud came behind me and I quickly turn around but a strong hand caught at my throat, squeezing tightly.
"Please," I choked out. My eyes squeezed shut as hot tears escaped from the corners of my eyes.
"Give me a reason not to," He said through gritted teeth.
"Please," I clawed at his leather gloved hand. He pushed me against the wall, bringing my face to the light. He suddenly gasp, loosening his grip on me. I slid down against the stone wall, coughing and gasping for air.
"It can't be," he spoke. I wipe away the tears and slowly got up. I then put all my weight on my left foot to lessen the pain on my right ankle.
"What are you doing in my lair?" He ask me, half growling half yelling. I leaned against the cold stoned walls for support for my broken ankle, shivering not from the cold, but from the mysterious man's menacing glare.
"I…I got lost and-"
"And you decide to come here? Damn you, child! This is not a playground for you!"
"I'm s-sorry." I said. Getting the courage I ask, "Who are you?"
"You will soon enough. Now go you're wasting my time. Take the stairs, it'll lead you back to the opera house."
"Wait!" I shouted, coming after him. "Who are you?" I ask again. "Why did you almost killed me but let go?"
"Your questions will soon be answered child, but you must go back. Your friend might be looking for you."
"Wait-" He was already gone. I limp to the staircase, seeing a door, I opened it. He was right, it lead me back to the opera house. I was on the balcony, where the chandelier was located.
"Emily! What in the world are you doing up there?" Madame Giry said from down below.
"I…was sleep walking."
"Come on down. It's not best to be wandering around this time."
"Please," She choked out. Her eyes squeezed shut as hot tears escaped from the corners of her eyes.
"Give me a reason not to," I said through gritted teeth.
"Please," She clawed at my leather gloved hand. I pushed her against the wall, bringing her face to the light so I can see who my intruder was. I gasp, loosening my grip on her. She slid down against the stone wall, coughing and gasping for air.
"It can't be.." I said. She wipe away the tears and slow got up, regaining her posture. She then put all her weight on left foot. I glance down and saw she had a broken ankle, noticing the white bandage.
"What are you doing in my lair?" I suddenly ask her, half growling half yelling. She leaned against the cold stoned walls for support for her broken ankle, shivering.
"I.I..I got lost and-"
"And you decide to come here? Damn you, child! This is not a playground for you!"
"I'm s-sorry," She said. "Who are you anyway?" She tried to get a better view of my face. I hid further into the shadows.
"You will soon enough. Now go, you're wasting my time. Take the stairs, it'll lead you back to the opera house." I turned around, leaving her.
"Wait!" She shouted, coming after me. "Who are you? Why did you almost killed me but let me go?"
"Your questions will soon be answered child, but you must go back. Your friend might be looking for you." I replied.
"Wait-"
I slip into a hidden entrance, leaving her. My breathing became in hard, staccato breaths. "It can't be," I stumbled upon my lair.
"She can't be her," I mumbled, struggling to get to my chair.
The girl…her eyes…looked so much like Christine.
"My Angel of music had came back,"