Hello everyone, I've missed you all so much. Okay I loved this chapter when writing it so here it is. And here is the first chapter in the book with a…..wait for it….A SONG…..re-written by me! Yeah if the lyrics suck I'm sorry, I usually sing instead of song writer, but I thought that it would be worth a try!
(AN) I'm not going to go in much detail about Philip's spy-like actions in this chapter. I have no to her way to describe it. So let's just say that he enters a room like Erik did in Love Never Dies.
Okay here we gooooooooooooo!
Phillips Point of View
The carriage moved quickly as the Rivera's and I headed to the park where the motel was at. It was a silent and awkward trip, never have I ever felt that I wanted to for some reason summit to a deadly and unholy sin. The reason why I had the feeling I did not know.
The Rivera's were a dark and mysterious couple. Every move that they made would make me flinch in the weirdest way possible, and it amused them. It, for the most part, amused Mr. Rivera more than his wife unfortunately. My eyes would meet with his dark grey eyes every so minute and I would see nothing but darkness and death, a more of a sternly and strict look he would give me every so often. He seems to be an easily irritated man of great posture but had an evil look to him that could make one think that he was up to no good. The way he moves and his gentlemen like attitude would just give me a sudden emotion of fear inside of me.
But I would say differently about his wife, Maria. She had more grace than Mr. Rivera than any woman I have ever seen. She was very youthful too, I will say. Her body language was very tamed but child-like in an interesting way. The way she would stare at certain things with her scarlet eyes would just surprise me; from the lights of the city to the dark shades of blue and grey of the sea. I never saw her face, but her eyes just amaze me. When we first made eye contact I had a sudden feeling that I recognize her, and she seemed she felt the same. And her voice was just so soft and angelic, like Sara. Her voice would echo in my ear every time she spoke to me straight, which was not very often.
Her husband was very commanding to her which struck fire through my heart a little bit. Just seeing him growl and scoff every time she made a small harmful comment or a little suggestion would make me want to strangle him to the ground like a drunken sailor wanting to make some trouble.
The carriage soon stopped and the footmen opened the door for us to exit. I came out first because I had to lead them to the motel inside the park. It was really late outside when I came out and the night sky glowed a shade of dark blue, with the stars coming out to shine the park with its beauty. Then out came Mr. and Mrs. Rivera, coming out in a slow dark way. Each step they took was quiet like a tigers paws upon soft grass, as if they were stalking.
I made our way through the part and lead them to the motel finally. They went inside and I made my way back to my building in the park where Erik and I live. But I couldn't tame the same feeling that I felt when I was around Mrs. Maria. I didn't know what came over me but I thought that I would head to my office and write a fake note to Mr. Rivera stating that Mr. Y, or Erik, was wanting to meet him in the motel bar to discuss some fee raising matters, since that was the only way you can get a paying man to do something.
Once the letter was complete, I headed back to the motel where I assumed the Rivera's were already settled in. I made my way inside and found a friend of mine who was a bell-boy to send the letter for me. My plan was to get my friend to give the letter and to notify me when Mr. Rivera has left; giving me a five minute heads up before I can sneak my way up into their room.
"And who is this for again?" he asked.
"It's for the Rivera's, now hurry up and go!"
He nodded and left immediately, seeing that in wasn't in the mood to be questioned.
And I waited….. And waited…and waited. Until I got a signal from another worker that it was safe for me to go. I headed my way up to the elevator while I assumed that Mr. Rivera was on the other. I made sure that I use this "phantom-mode" that Erik has taught me to sneak my way to the balcony of their room; which was room DR503, the room two floors down from the De Changy's.
I made my way claiming up the balcony stems and looking through the window of the room. I saw the hotel furniture, couch and everything hotel-like. But on the corner of a door way in the room, I saw Mrs. Rivera, sitting against the wall crying tears of blood with her knees covering her face! And that's when I entered the room, with the windows opening automatically.
She gazed at me with her scarlet eyes and that's when I was her face…..Sara?
I didn't know what to do at the moment but stair at a girl with the face of my dead lover. N-No…it isn't her…is it? How can this be? She's dead, Sara is dead! And yet I am looking at the face of Sara, the only love of my life….God in heaven, please, if this illusion is a dream I never want to wake up!
I stepped inside the room with fog behind me and she stood up from her spot and slowly walked towards me…. Our movements were small yet meaningful. Her eyes meeting mine with memories worth regulating. She looked still looked fifteen and she still looked like she hasn't changed in appearance one bit, and here I am, at the age of 27 years, with a girl still in her youth. She still had that thin and curvy child-like for and she still had that unusually long dark brown ashy hair (And it is so long and dark that I couldn't believe that it wasn't a coat of black). Her skin was much paler that what I've remembered; she use to have light cinnamon skin shat showed her Hispanic nature. And her eyes, as I remember always, were not dark hazel, but the same scarlet color. We soon were face to face looking at each other. All that came from her was a cold hug that brought chills up my spine, but I didn't care….I hugged back.
But that hug began to cease when she jerked away from me a little frightened with anger inside of her. And for that very moment I heard her voice.
"I should have know that you'd be here,
I should have known this all along,
That moment when I saw your face
I was in each measure of his song…
How dare you show your face to me,
How dare you come invade my life!"
I was speechless, not knowing how to respond to her. But I tried my best.
"Oh Sara,
My dear Sara,
In that time when my heart was down in size
My love, Sara,
On that night when I gazed upon your eyes!
Oh, Sara!
I came and found when you hid,
Can't you realize what I did… That long ago night…"
"That night…" She repeated in a soft whisper. "Once there was a night,
Beneath that moonless sky
Too scared too see your face,
Too scared to even reply…"
"I stared at your sight,
Showing that I won't go
You couldn't see my face,
But held you even so…
And I held you…"
"And I felt you…"
And we both joined in our song.
"And we stayed at the fake embrace…"
"The man that made you cold…"
"The feeling of being at hold…"
"And I saw you…''
"And I missed you…"
"And I held you…"
"And I left you…"
"And with every breath and every cry…."
"I felt so very scared…"
"I saw no heaven glare…."
She sung as tears escaped her eyes. I took my arms and wrapped them around her, comforting her.
"And that's what happened there….
Beneath that moonless sky…"
She lightly pushed my away and I could have heard sweet violins playing with our song. She continued.
"And when I turned cold,
You both stayed and kept me hold
My sole had soon relived
And soon I felt HIS wind…."
"The rush the sight,
Gave me the strength to fight
But that demon made you weak…
Right then I couldn't speak…
And I held you!"
"And I left you…"
"And the world around me/you fell away!
I/You did things in the dark…We never thought HE do!"
"And I caught you!"
"And I left you!"
"And I held you!"
"And I missed you!"
I took her in my arms and held her close. He eyes sparkling as bloody tears continued to fall down her soft pale cheeks!
"With a need to urgent to deny!"
"And all this time I preyed
To have you by my side!" I sung to her.
"This sin consumed my life…" She sung back.
"Beneath that moonless sky…."
I let her go for she pushed away and sat down at a near-by sofa. He cried into her hands as we stayed at our spots in silence. I don't know what she's been through, but this man has made it miserable for her.
With slow movements I made my way towards her and took her soft hands in my own and sung….
"And when you were gone
Before the sun could rise
Ashamed of what I missed
Never again see your eyes…
I laid your head down
And placed a kiss upon your brow
And placed a rose in your hand
Beneath that moonless sky…."
She unexpectedly pulled away and stood up in anger.
"And I left you
Yes I left you
My heart had stopped when you weren't there
HE saw my on the ground
And made me immortally bound!"
"And I love you!"
"Oh, I love you!"
"And you left me!"
"How I left you,
And I had to both of us known why!"
"Why both knew why, Sara!"
"And yet we both regret
What I/you had left behind
That we won't forget
Beneath that moonless sky…"
"And…now?" I asked.
She turned to face me. A sort of fierce force went into my sole that gave me the feeling that I shouldn't have asked her, because her eyes went to a deep black instead of scarlet.
"How can you talk of now!" she snapped. Soon her voice changed into a soft melody of tune. "For us…There is no 'now'!"
She turned and walked towards the window with her long black nightgown behind her flowing like a waterfall. I followed behind and looked down as we entered the outside night sky. The stars continued to beam brightly and shine upon us; the sea's foggy mist flowing below us.
It wasn't long before she continued to sing. We stared out at the night.
"Once upon another time
Our story had only begun
HE chose to turn the page
And…I had no choices too….
Once upon that other time
I did all that I had to do
But you are here with me
I just don't know what to do
I loved I lived
I gave what I could give
But came back here to live in sin…"
"Once upon another time
I knew that love would always end
But maybe I was wrong
And now that memories gone
Were it still that other time
I wish that I could change time for you
But I wasn't that strong
And time kept moving on…."
"We loved/love we /lived/live
I gave what I could give
And took what little we deserved
We loved/love we lived/live
We gave what we could give
And took what little we deserved….
Ounce upon that other time….."
"How can you still be living…" I asked. "You were dead when I found you and Erik—your father, hold your dead body…"
She didn't reply but only sniffed. It was hard for her to go back and replay those memories she had. It broke her hart too much.
"Phillip there is more to darkness than you know. You wouldn't believe me if I told you…I will have to show you instead…"
Sara took her hands and placed them behind her neck, where she wore a thick fabric necklace that almost covered her whole neck. She hesitated at first but pulled it away for me to see what she held within her skin.
Two small black and bloody dots were there. It looked fresh and I could see the faded pink and red blood stains from her cut. It frightened me to see the look in her eyes when I gazed upon it.
"Now you see what he has done to me!" she cried. "He turned me into this monster that stands before you now. How can you even look at me like this? I'm a monster!"
"You are not a monster! I looked into your eyes and saw the same Sara that I saw at the opera house long ago. You are not what you call yourself—"
"Then why do I have the urge to kill you!"
That shut me up. Kill me? Why…why would she think of such a thing? I know her well that she wouldn't hurt anyone or even a small creature.
"What else has he done to you?" I said withmy fists gripping on the existence of nothing.
"He…nothing more…" Said Sara.
I took my hand and gripped on her shoulders, lightly shaking her. Hot tears went down her eyes and I released her from my grip, letting her sit on the sofa, with me next to her.
"Sara, what else has he done?"
"…He …he did many horrible things to me…beat me….r….raped me…and took me only for my blood. I was his little whore….and every day I committed suicide but wake up the next day on the bed naked with Antonio holding me in his tight possessive grip. Day after day was hell, and I couldn't do anything abut it. By the time I found myself naked in front of him, I knew that I would have to except my new life and continued living forever…"
I didn't know what to say to that. I had no way of comforting her. But before I could say a word to her she began to hysterically giggle to herself in the most sinister way I have ever seen.
"Heheh…but you know what….heheh…my love?" she said looking at me with sudden snow white eyes. She got up from the sofa and sat on my lap, spreading her legs wide with the nightgown showing her bare thighs. I madly blushed. What is she doing?! "He took one ….hehe….thing from me…heheh, and do you know what that was, Phillip, dear?"
"W-What?"
She leaned her head close to my neck, making her soft lips press against my ear. She whispered:
"He took my LIFE!" And before I could speak, I felt two sharp points against my neck. But I didn't feel a sharp pain against my neck like what I thought. I felt her pull away quickly, falling on the floor and crying. Sara covered her mouth while the red liquid fell down her face and down her neck, her face was just covered in her own bloody tears. "No! not you! I don't what to hurt you!"
Sara backed away on the floor and continued to cry. I only stood up and kneeled down beside her, hugging her from behind.
"Oh, god, why has this man done to my beautiful Sara?" I said to myself hoping that she wouldn't hear me.
"Go." Was all I heard in her reaction.
"What?"
"Go. Now. Before he comes back. I can sense him coming, and he's not happy…"
She got up and so did I. she took my hand and lead me to the front door of the room and opened it, pushing me out with a strong force I did not know she possessed.
"Will I ever see you again?" I asked as I stopped her from closing the door completely with my foot.
"I wish, but you cannot see me ever again. I will have no choice but to kill you. Do you understand?"
I nodded. And before I could reply she slammed the door in my face.
I slowly walked back home after that meeting….I saw her again, and nothing was going to stop me from ever seeing her once more. I will fight if it kills me to save her from HIM!
Sara's Point of View
When I had slammed the door in Phillips face, I couldn't help but cry in my room. I wanted him to stay forever with me. But I know that if he stayed, he would have been killed from my husband, Isaiah Rivera. Or should I say Antonio Burrmos.
I laid on the hotel bed and tried my best to clear the blood tear stains on my cheeks. I went out of the room to find Antonio standing by the window, looking out into the night sky with a glass of alcohol in his hand and a hand covered with blood. He went hunting. I tried my best to look normal and walked up to him to give him his evening greetings.
"Hello, darling, how did it go with Mr. Y?" I said, trying to hide my stuffy nose.
Antonio took a drink and looked at me with dark ruby eyes. "I was nice at first. But this Mr. Y didn't even show up to the damn meeting!" He screamed like a child and threw the glass across the room. It crashed and landed on the floor.
I gave a small gasp as I looked at the shattered pieces. But then when I looked at his eyes they were full of want and lust. I was about to walk away to the bedroom and lock the door before he made a move, but he grabbed both of my wrists and pulled me towards him. I could feel his alcoholic breath against my neck as he then looked into my eyes, they suddenly soften…
"I am so sorry for that outburst." Said Antonio. "I am just a little…stressed out. I don't know how to relieve of it."
That's when he pulled me closer to him. My body was pressed against his and I could feel a hard object rubbing against my lower waist. Oh no…please, not tonight!
"But now that I think of it, my little pet, I might have one effective way to heal it!"
I didn't say anything! All he did we pull me to the bed room and throw me upon the bed. He towered over me and began to kiss my neck. I gave uncomfortable moans and yelled into his ear to get him off. But he pinned my arms above my head to prevent me and smashed his fangs upon my neck. The pain began to rise as I noticed one of Antonios hands traveling it's way up my nightgown and by my womanhood….
"Antonio….ahhh. pleaes… I don't want this—"
"Shut up!" he yelled. "a little rough love making will heal my stress…"
"Antonio!"
"Shhhhh. Let it all go away…"
And that was chapter 3!:D I hoped you guys didn't get too uncomfortable on this last part. I had to include Antonio's jerkyness into the storyLBut either way I enjoyed writing the two song remixes for this chapter, it was really fun and I hoped you guys enjoyed them. Okay well I'm gonna log off and pass out with my abrogable stuffed lion….his name's Toby! Hahahaha Okay I'm REALLY tired. Please read, review, favorite, follow, and like this story! I love you all so much3!
Aaaaannnnd Gooooooodnight everybody!
~SaraThe5thSoprano~