HEY whoa whoa whoa. He pushed me off the roof. That was not supposed to happen. I was not supposed to die like this. I fell and fell fully expecting fully expecting the concrete of a Paris alleyway. I closed my eyes bracing for impact. I hit the ground… wait half a minute I landed on something soft and squishy, the marital felt like… velvet. I slowly opened my eyes; I was on … Erik's bed? He must have left the roof after pushing me off so I was brought back here, but where is Erik? Am I not supposed to be brought back to him? Just then he came threw a passage over by the organ. So that's where he is. He sat at his organ. I smirked as I lay back on the bed. I will haunt him make him think that he is seeing my ghost. I know it is mean but so is him pushing me off the roof. Ill only do it for an hour or so I wont torture him for long. He went over to his organ and started to write Don Juan. That ass he didn't even seemed bothered that he killed me. Or maybe he was he dropped his head on the keys "WHY?" maybe I will only do it for an hour or so. I am just so tired. I fell asleep.
Erik POV
I killed her. I killed Natalie. I went and tried to write more of my opera for Christine. I can't, I can't. I dropped my head on to the keys of my organ. "WHY?" She was only trying to help. Though those things she said about my Christine they weren't true they can't be. She wasn't engaged to that boy. I se and hear everything in side this opera house. I have heard nothing about them being engaged. I saw a flash of black and red, it was probably just my mind playing tricks on me. I had only slept 3 hours in the past week. I sat up wait wasn't Natalie wearing a black and red dress. Yes before you pushed her of the roof. I looked around my house. The bed was made; I never make my bed except that one time before I brought Christine down here. When we left for the opera it was defiantly unmade. So how did it get made? I saw the flash of black and red fabric again and this time with an arm. "Natalie?" No answer. I noticed other things all organized and cleaned around the lair. What the hell was going on? "Natalie?" Why am I calling for her? She is dead I killed her. ""Yes my musician." I spun around I defiantly heard her voice. Still not finding where her voice was coming from. " You … you can't be here I killed you." If I know I killed her why am I trying to talk to her is this her ghost coming to haunt me? I fell to my knees and started to cry. "Why have you come to haunt me?" There was a breeze. " I killed you I killed you." I saw some feet and the bottom of a black dress like the on Natalie had been wearing. " No not an apparition."
Natalie's POV
Okay I think that's enough. I walked over to him. "Erik I'm not dead." He looked up at me. "But I pushed you off the roof, I saw you fall." I took his hands in mine " and pray tell what is it you did immediately after dropping me?" His eyes brightened as he thought. "I came back here threw my slide passage on the roof" I wiped the tears off his unmasked cheek. " And I got brought back here because you were to far away" I stood up still holding his hands not wanting to let go. He shook his head. " I'm just hallucinating," He cried. Now what do I do? I can't leave him on the ground. " Erik your not hallucinating." I sat down next to him. "That's what a hallucination would say." I heard his stomach growl and I smiled. Perfect. "If I am not mistaken I just heard your tummy growl. Come lets get you something to eat" He looked at me confused. I stood up still not letting go of his hands and tried to get him up I pushed and pulled but he would not get up. This is impossible, how am I supposed to get him up. "Get up Erik." He stared at me blankly. " But you're a hallucination you can't cook." I huffed. Ok now this is just aggravating. "A hallucination? Fell my heart beat." I placed his hand on top of my heart. "If I were a hallucination your hand you go threw me. Would it not?" He looked at me and smiled. " I didn't kill you." I shook my head and smiled." I Am very much alive… Go finish writing Don Juan. Ill bring you some food." We stood up still holding hands. "How did you know I called it Don Juan?" Didn't I already tell him? "I am from the future." "What year?" we did this we just did this before he threw me off the roof, only I told him half the year before… kissing him. "Is this a plan to get me to kiss you again?" I smirked. It felt so amazing when I kissed him I would do it again in a heartbeat. "No… can I have my hands back or are you required to hold them while walking me to the organ?" I dropped one of his hands and walked him over to the organ smiling. I watched him sit down, then came up behind him and kissed his cheek. " I am from 2011" then I left going to find him a snack an heard him playing Past the point of no return. I filled a plate with an assortment of fruit and started singing as I walked over to him.
"Past the point of no return, no going back now
Our passion play has now at last begun
All thought of right or wrong, one final question
How long should we two wait before we're one?"
Erik's POV
I heard Singing. It was Natalie. She was singing … the song I was working on. I haven't written the lyrics yet, how does she now the lyrics? Oh right from the future girl. I should ask her for the lyrics so I not sitting here for hours. She seemed to forgive me pretty quickly for pushing her off the roof. In fact see seemed to just brush it off sort of. After she pretended to be a ghost. I watched her come closer with a plate of fruit and she placed it down on the bench next to me. "I haven't written that verse yet." She looked at the sheet. "So I see." She moved to my other side and sat next to me. "Since you are from the future can you just tell me the words so I can sleep." She looked at me and hit a few keys on the organ. This silence went on for a bit. "Umm…no." I turned my head to her. " Do you not know the whole song?" She smirked and picked up a strawberry looking at it. " I have the song memorized." She stood and ate the strawberry then grabbed a pear. " Who is this opera for?" Is she possibly jealous? Jealous of what who would want this? "Its for Christine." She walked away and opened that black box and I heard a bunch of clicking. What was that black box? She looked up at me and blushed looking back down at the box and the clicking resumed. I sat there watching her. She was beautiful and she fell into my hands almost literary and she seemed to want to be with me. She kissed me and when she looks at me I can see longing in her eyes. But longing for what she cant possibly want me. Could she? Does she feel for me? I shook me head of these thoughts if any one was going to love me it would be Christine. Natalie must know what is going to happen. I got up and walked over to her with the plate eating grapes and strawberries on the way over to her. I sat down next to her and she quickly shut the black box like she is trying to hide something. " You know what's going to happen. Don't you?" She nodded. "Most of it. I know what is going to happen to you, Christine and Raoul. Only for the next month or so." She absent-mindedly picked at the fruit. "Natalie? Can I ask Why you don't like Christine?" She sighed looking me in the eyes she looked like she was going to kiss me again. "Its not that I don't like her… no it is that I don't like her. I am sure if all this wasn't happening we could be good friends. It's just the way she is acting at the moment what she is going to do. I don't want see you get hurt any more then you already have." She started to cry. What is Christine going to do? She wouldn't do anything bad she is an angel. Just then I heard madam Giry coming around the corner. "Natalie what is she going to do?" She didn't answer me she just stood up. " I can't be seen." She scampered off to hide. Shrugging I stood up and turned to the entrance of my lair where madam Giry was coming from, bringing me my weekly supply of food. " Erik this thing with Christine needs to stop." I glared at her. " Do not presume to tell me what to do Antoinette." I turned my back to her walking back over to my organ sitting down and begun to finish the notes of past the point of no return. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Antoinette put the basket down. "Erik this thing you fell for her it is obsession not loves." I stood up knocking the bench over in the process. "DON'T YOU EVER TYR TO TELL ME HOW I FEEL" My breathing was labored but I still heard or rather saw Natalie falling into the water. or did she just jump? Antoinette turned around looking for the source of the splash. " What was that?" I smiled evily I knew it was Natalie, but why not have some fun. Natalie was swimming under the water the top of her head surfacing every once in a while. "It was a mermaid." I sighed. "A mermaid how sweet." She turned back to me and Natalie surfaced be hind her and went back in the kitchen. "They will sweetly drowned you if you get to close" Antoinette left very quickly not wanting to encounter the mermaid. I went back to writing my opera.
Natalie's POV
While I was in the water I changed my mind and after I dried off enough to not get the paper wet, I wrote down the lyrics to the song for him. I looked out of the kitchen door making sure that madam Giry was gone before going over to him. He was playing when I went over to him so I placed the lyrics over his hands. He stopped playing sitting next to him still soaked from my swim in the lake. "Mermaid?" I smiled trying not to laugh. He looked down. " your wet you should change before you get sick." Just as he said that my purple suitcase showed up next to the organ as wel as my pink and green back pack. " yes we wouldn't want that." I got up and picked up my suit case or more like dragged it to the bedroom. I opened it and found all kinds of clothes in it. I pulled out a pair of jeans a t-shirt and put them on. I randomly blew out some candles on my way back over to him then once behind him I blew on his ear. "What are you doing?" I giggled. "Nothing I m just being random." He nodded then turned to me. "Natalie will you please tell me what Christine is going to do." I sighed I don't want to tell him. "Something, You wont like it. Finish up your opera it's almost done and you need rest before the masquerade love." Did I just call him love? By the way he is looking at me im thinking I did. We stayed where we were for what seemed like hours looking at each other. I blinked and he blinked. " You called me love." There was so much shock in his voice. I nodded. "And you called me a mermaid. Do I look like I have a fish tail?" He shook his head and went back to writing or copying my words into the manuscript. He paused a minute. "Do I look like your love?" I looked over to him. "I'll let you know."