The Gears Of Fate

by TouchDownTurnAround

An Italian lady from the 15th century is suddenly uprooted and a strange spell is cast over her by a strange gypsy fortune teller. Little does she know that her fate lies in the hands of a masked man who lives 350 years after the spell was cast. Will he be the one to free her from her prison? Will she be the missing piece of his broken heart? Erik x OC

6. I'll take thee away

Anastasia's POV

I sit down at the grand piano and open the lid so the sound will resonate around the beautiful golden room. I close my eyes as I remember an old song I heard performed during the bright and wonderful times I spent on the road with the gypsies. I pose my fingers perfectly over the glistening white keys, the eerie melody running through my mind as I let all my anxieties out and into the song.

" Come little children

I'll take thee away,

Into a land of enchantment…"

I continue the song, the walls bouncing off the beautiful song as I sing the lyrics, silently wishing that I was with the mysterious man right now. Erik. My mind races with the name. It sounds so perfect. Erik. It rolls off my tongue, almost as if I was speaking my native language. Erik. My mind begins to picture us together. After a few minutes of this my mind snaps back into reality and reminds me that I am stuck inside my pocket watch. With no way to get out. He will find someone else and forget all about me. I continue playing morbid songs and lullabies. Letting all my grief and anguish out at the reality that I may never get to touch the handsome Erik. I sigh and stop playing, wishing to take out some of this anxiety and sadness in a different way. My eyes wander over to the drawing desk, pulling out some charcoal and vellum, my mind already recalling the image of Erik. His dark hair, handsome face, form fitting mask, everything about him. I focus on the paper as my hands move quickly, building an outline, then the eyes, nose, shading, and detail. By the time I'm done a perfect replica of Erik appears on my desk, tempting me all the more, making me start wishing I was once again out in the human world instead of in here. I sigh once again and start to wander around my room, leaving the desk, going past the piano and other instruments, past the 4 bookshelves, past the silver bed, in front of the bathroom alcove, the full length mirror, the wardrobe, the kitchen table, then back around to the desk.

I walk the loop a few times before I decide to walk up the stairs and up to the face of the clock. My feet carry me up the long stairs and through the dial. I walk around on the face of the watch. Trying to make myself calm and tired enough to go to sleep.

I finally calm down after a hour or two of walking around and keeping myself busy. I yawn and slowly make my way down to my room. I walk to the wardrobe and pull out my plain white night gown, quickly changing and slipping into bed. I blow out my lamp and lay back, the familiar and quiet ticking and moving of the gears lulling me to sleep just as they have for the past 345 years.

Erik's POV

I wake up to the quiet ticking of my precious pocket watch, I smile to myself as I stretch and recall the events from last night. My sweet Anastasia. Her Voice is even more beautiful than Christine or Collottas. I would be honored to even try tutoring her, even though there is not much I could possibly teach her, her voice and technique is already perfect. How I would love to write an opera just for her voice. Praising it and presenting it in the most wonderful way I can imagine. I sigh and relax onto the pillow, letting the memory of last night replay through my mind over and over. I open the watch and look at the time, my eyes widening as I realize rehearsals start soon and I need to prepare myself to go watch and critique the performance. Opening night is tomorrow night and it is of utmost importance that everything goes according to plan.