Ok, ok. I know, I keep saying that I'll post when I get back from my trip, but you guys make me to excited to post! But, this will honestly be the last post, and, if not, the next one!!

And, just to clear some things up:

This story takes place in Paris, the same place the movie and book, and… everything… do as well.

Le Vampire d'Opéra Populaire

Chapter 3: C'Est Votre Maison

-This Is Your Home-

I remember waking up in this strange bed, with a new rose in my grasp. A red one, to be exact…

When I was younger, and had just moved into the opera house with Jake and his mother, every night, a lullaby would play in my head, and helped me to sleep. I was young at the time, and after a while, it became a normal nightly routine, so I never really wondered where it came from, or why it only played in my head when I was at the opera. All I knew was that it was pretty, and helped me sleep.

That's the song in which I woke up to.

My eyes snapped open, and I scanned the room, looking for any sign to tell me what was playing that beautiful music.

If I was told to choose one word, and only one word, to explain what I saw then, I wouldn't have to think. It was a simple word, but it told me so much.

And that word was RED.

The walls were a deep crimson, the carpet a rich cherry wood, the curtains and bed sheets I was on were a velvety red, like the walls, just duller. But only slightly. The only thing that wasn't white was all the furniture in the room, from what I could see, though. They were covered in snow-white sheets, hiding what was underneath. If it wasn't so scary, I'd tell you it reminded me of Christmas. But it was scary, so I'm not going to say that. I don't enjoy lying.

I just sat there, listening to the music for a bit, but when my curiosity got the best of me, I climbed out of the bed, set the rose that I held in my hand down on the bed, and tip-toed over to the doors. I realized that I was in a different dress somehow a nightdress, and my shoes were gone.

!! (A/N: hehe… hey, how else was I supposed to explain her epiphany?) What if he had… oh, no…

I opened the door just wide enough as I needed, and stuck my head out. I looked around, and saw everything that I remembered from before… well, you know.

I saw the lake, the boat, even more furniture covered in white sheets, the piano, and… the man. He was sitting at the piano. He was PLAYING the piano. In fact, he was playing my lullaby.

I closed the door behind me as I stepped into this new room. I knew he had heard me, but he didn't turn around; didn't acknowledge my presence until…

"Good morning," he greeted after a while. He still didn't look at me, he just continued to play that sweet, sweet music that I knew so well. I was tempted to smile. "I trust you slept well?"

That stopped all thoughts of smiling, happiness, joyfulness. They were all replaced by anger.

I didn't reply to him, instead, I went to stand behind him, to get a better chance at kicking his butt, I thought angrily, though that wasn't the reason.

He still didn't turn to look at me.

"What is it, love?" he asked curiously. Oh, so we were going to play that game, huh, Phantom? Well then, bring it!

Once again, I ignored him. Finally, he turned to look at me.

He presses -more like slammed- the keys on the piano down rather hard, obviously angry at my lack or response, before spinning around on the bench to face me.

We just looked at each other, before I broke the silence.

"Who are you?" I asked in a harsh tone. "What's your name?"

He chuckled, and got up off of the bench. "Well, it's not 'Phantom'," he replied as he walked over to another part of the room. I stood where I was, but turned around to watch him as he moved things about.

I looked at him curiously, and when I didn't answer, he glanced in my direction. He must have seen my face, for he chuckled, and went back to whatever it was he was doing. "You talk in your sleep," he explained.

I blushed a deep shade of red -and I didn't miss the way that he tensed up at this,- for I knew that I talked in my sleep; Jacob loved to tease me about it.

I couldn't decide whether to be angry or flattered that he watched me as I slept. I settled for angry, taking in the fact that had had kidnapped me, brought me here against my will, and obviously had no intent on letting me go free.

"You watched me as I slept?" I asked angrily. He turned back to me again, setting whatever he had been holding down on the table beside him, and nodded.

"You're very funny when you sleep," he said simply.*** (Check out end Author's Note)

I was fuming.

I growled, and chuckled. This man had many problems: laughing at a woman's anger AND fear? Pitiful.

"What. Is. Your. Name?" I hissed again.

He flashed me a brilliant crooked smile that nearly made me swoon. The key word in that sentence being 'nearly'.

"It's Edward," he replied, going back to whatever it was that he had been doing before.

"Well, {Edward}," I sneered his name. Edward. Such a nice name, one that would usually point to someone of respectable stature. This man was unworthy of such a name. The name EGORE passed through my mind then, and I smirked. Now, THERE was a more suitable name!

"When do you plan on taking me back home?" I asked casually.

"Home?" he asked, surprised by my question.

"Yes, home." Was he deaf?

He shook his head, and spun around to face me. "This IS your home," he mumbled, disbelievingly. He spoke as if I had been with him my entire life, and was just now questioning him.

That's when I realized; he HAD been with me, nearly my entire life.

I shook my head, in both disbelief and shock. "N-no it's n-not," I stuttered, backing up, and running into the piano.

He nodded. "Yes, it is."

I shook my head again, more vigorously than before. "No, it's NOT!" I shrieked. "This isn't my home, the opera is! The opera! You can't keep me here!" I sunk to the ground.

"I want to see Jake again, and his mother, and Madame Cullen" -his face twisted into a grimace when I said her proper name- "and, and… take me BACK!"

My eyes began to tear up when I looked up at him, and saw no compassion on his face- no compromise. He was keeping me here.

I didn't want to stay here with this monster! I couldn't!

His crimson eyes were darker before -if that was possible,- and they looked as if they were contemplating. But there was still no remorse for me.

I knew that guilt played a huge role in these kinds of situations, and so I began to cry. It really wasn't that hard; I would have begun to cry anyways. Soon, my fake tears turned into real ones. I began to pant heavily, pulling my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, and continuing to heave out my unforgiving sobs that shook my tiny frame.

"Perhaps you should be going back to bed," he whispered, wrapping an arm around me and picking me up as though I only weighed a pound. He carried me bridal style back up to the bedroom.

He set me on the bed, and wrapped the red blankets around me.

I could sure start tears, but, fake or not, stopping them was still a work in progress. Because of that, I was still sobbing my heart out, and was too exhausted to fight him anymore. Tears always wore me out, and I soon found myself drifting off into a surprising slumber…

EPOV

Her tears had started out pretend, but soon became real. I could tell this from her heart rate. That was one of the very few advantages to having a doc-

No. He wasn't my father. Not anymore. He was more of a creator. My father had died in the Spanish Influenza.

Carlisle made me this horrible thing, and it was all his fault that I wished to embrace it. Sure, I hated it, but you can't fight what you've become. If you're a vegetarian, you cant just switch to being a cannibal, and vise versa.

So, for me, there was only one way to live this damned life I was now forced to live.

There was the right way, and then there was Carlisle's way.

I chose the right way.

I growled, angry with myself for even thinking of him. I was tempted to throw something, but my angel was sleeping, and I did not wish to wake her.

I sighed, and went to brush a stray lock of hair from her beautiful face. I opened her fingers slightly, and set a new rose in her grasp- a lavender one.

Love at first sight.

I placed the red one from earlier in a vase filled with water, and left the room so that I could take my anger out on something.

The candelabra seemed promising…

There, a little peek into Edward's twisted mind… how does everyone like Creep-ward? I like him, but that's saying little :D.

Creepy Edward is my favorite to write now… hehe.

***Does anyone know where that little quote of Edward's came from?