A/N: Hello! Thank you all for reading, it means a lot! I want to give the guest who gave me correct German translations, it helped out a bunch! I will apply it to the fifth chapter soon, when I get the time! Again, thanks for reading, I hope you like the chapter! Enjoy!

Isabelle(3rd person):

"As much as I loved doing that opera, I'm glad that we're finally done with it," Isabelle said as she toyed with her charm bracelet. The last show had finished and the ballerinas were waiting for Madame Giry to appear and tell them when their break was over. They were in the dormitories and were all chatting excitedly. "I can't wait for the next one! I wonder what it is..."

"I heard one of the musicians saying that it was going to be Romeo and Juliet," Meg said, excitement in her green eyes. "I hope it is! I love the play and I heard the opera is just as good!"

"Well I overheard the Monsieur Lefevre say it was either going to be Hannibal or Faust," Emma said, taking her hair out of its constricting braid. Isabelle froze and looked at Emma with worry, hoping that it wasn't Hannibal.

'Since Christine isn't being taught by Erik, I don't know how this is going to play out,' Isabelle thought. 'But I'm going to assume it's going to be similar to what happened in the movie since it seems to be following the movie, with the characters looking like the actors and all.'

"What's the matter, Isabelle?" Christine asked, noticing the alarm and worry her eyes. "Are you feeling well?"

"I am fine, Christine," Isabelle snapped out of her thoughts and forced her worry aside. "Just thinking about..." She paused, wondering what to say. "...My home and all..."

"You must miss it," Meg said, frowning. "It's been three months right?"

"Just about," Isabelle nodded her head. "I hope my father is alright..."

"Attention ladies!" Madame Giry's voice suddenly rang out and the ballerinas turned to look at her. "I know I've already told you but I am very proud of you all. This has been one of the best shows we've had in a while. Now, we will have a one week break then it's back to business! Be here next Monday and make sure you are dressed and ready to dance by eight! The next opera we will be producing is Hannibal. Goodnight girls and I hope you enjoy your break!"

With that, Madame Giry turned on her heel and walked away from the dorm.

"Awe I wanted it to be Romeo and Juliet," Meg pouted, causing Emma and Isabelle to laugh. "It's not funny! I really loved the play..."

"There's always next time," Isabelle reassured. "I'm sure we're going to produce the opera sometime soon!"

"What are you guys going to do on the break?" Christine asked.

"I have absolutely no clue," Isabelle admitted. "It's not like I have anywhere to go or people to visit... So I'm probably just going to stay here and be bored out of my mind... Or maybe I'll go to the forest and take Fenris and Wilhelm with me."

"Well me and Christine are staying so I all of us can practice and go shopping together," Meg grinned.

"That reminds me!" Emma exclaimed suddenly. "I was supposed to ask you this last week but I barely remembered now! So I'm heading home for the break to visit my parents who own this estate and a good part of the forest behind it. I told my parents about you all and they wanted to know if you three would want to come with me and stay there for the break!"

"I would love to," Meg nodded her head excitedly. "I always stay here on breaks and it would be nice to get away from it for a week. I'm sure my mother won't mind, if I ask her she'll probably say yes."

"I want to go too," Christine said. "I'll have to ask Madame Giry but I'm sure she'll say yes to me if she says yes to Meg."

"I want to go but I'm not sure if I can," Isabelle said, frowning. 'I don't know how Erik will react when I ask him,' Isabelle thought. 'I don't think he wants me to miss a week of lessons but maybe if I promise to practice while I'm gone he'll say yes.' "I have to ask Wilhelm first... I don't know if he'll be able to take care of Fenris for me and clean out box 5 for me."

"You can take Fenris with you," Emma told her. "There's a big forest out there for him to run in!"

"I'll ask Wilhelm in the morning," Isabelle said. "When do you leave?"

"In the afternoon... I hope you three will be able to come, it's gets lonely when you're there alone."

They talked for a few more minuets before getting ready to sleep. Once Isabelle was sure they were all sleep, she slipped out of bed and headed for the chapel. She drew her cloak closer to her as she felt chills run down her spin. Isabelle looked around as she got to the chapel and spotted the candles that usually burned. She took a seat by them and sat up straight.

"Hello Isabelle," Erik greeted after a few moments of silence. There was a certain tone in his voice that made Isabelle know that Erik was about to say something she wouldn't like. Isabelle smiled none-the-less and nodded her head, knowing he saw the action.

Erik didn't say anything for a while after that and Isabelle could feel the tension in the air. She shifted around uncomfortably and looked around nervously as she waited for him to speak. But Erik continued to stay quiet and Isabelle began to wonder if he left.

"Are you there, Angel?" Isabelle asked after a few more moments of silence. A soft grunt from Erik was her only answer. Worry filled her eyes and a frown made its way to her lips. "Are you alright?"

"Of corse I'm alright, child," Erik responded a moment later, confusion evident in his voice. "Why do you ask?"

"You're just very quiet..."

"I am merely waiting for you to ask if you can go to the black-haired girl's house."

"Oh! You are?" Isabelle brightened slightly, glad that she wouldn't have to explain what she wanted to do. "So can I-"

"No," Erik deadpanned, not bothering to let Isabelle finish.

"You didn't let me finish," Isabelle pouted, trying to hide her disappointment.

'This is so not over,' Isabelle thought to herself, suppressing a scowl that most would call unladylike. 'I'm going to convince you to let me go one way or another!'

"I didn't need you to finish your question to know what my answer was going to be," Erik told her. Isabelle could practically feel him shrug. "Your lessons are more important than going to that girl's house."

"But Angel I'm only going to miss a week on lessons with you!" Isabella protested. "And even if I'm not having lessons with you, I'm still going to practice my singing."

"How do I know that your going to keep your word?"

"Well you're an Angel, duh! Of corse you're going to know whether or not I practice," Isabelle hid her smirk, practically hearing Erik freeze. "Please let me go, Angel! I promise that I'll practice extra hard and stay here longer during lessons after the break." She was met with silence and Isabelle decided that she would have to use her last resort. Isabelle looked up with large, pleading puppy eyes, a soft, hopeful smile across her lips. "Please Angel... It would mean the world to me..."

"...Fine..."

"Yay! Thanks Angel," Isabelle grinned in triumph. "Should we start the lesson now?"


"Are you almost ready, Isabelle?" Emma asked, poking her head into the storage room where Isabelle was. "The bags are all in the carriage!"

"Yeah, one second," Isabelle said, tightening the leather harness on Fenris. "I'll meet you and the others at the doors in a few moments!"

"Don't be too long!" Emma poked her head out and made her way to the entrance. Isabelle nodded her head in approval as she finally got the harness tightened and she began to walk out the doors with Fenris at her side. The halls were empty, almost everyone gone for their break. She only came across a drunk stagehand or cleaning maid once in a while. Isabelle and Fenris almost made it to the entrance when their path was blocked by Joseph Boquet.

"Excuse me Monsieur," Isabelle said, trying to walk around the man but he just stepped in front of her. "Is there something you need?"

"Aren't you a pretty thing?" Joseph grinned, ignoring her question as his eyes roamed her body. Isabelle could smell the alcohol in his breath. "What are you doing all on your lonesome?"

"Well I am trying to leave but a pig is blocking my path," Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me..."

Isabelle huffed before side-stepping him and continuing on her way but before she got far she felt a hand slap her behind. She froze in her tracks and clenched her hands into fists. Anger filled her eyes and she snapped her gaze back, her eyes blue fire as she looked into Joseph's smug filled eyes.

"Fenris, Fass!" Isabelle commanded. The pure black wolf, hearing his mistress' order, flattened his ears on his head and bared his teeth, snarling as he crouched low. He hurled himself as Joseph and crashed into the man's side, knocking him to the ground before he jumped back to Isabelle's side.

"Now listen here, Joseph Buquet! I'm going to give you one warning... Don't you ever, ever touch me again! If you do, I swear I will send my wolf on you and next time I'll let him bite you," Isabelle growled. "Your bones will make an excellent chew toy! Especially the limb that you love oh so much! Now good day, Joseph, may we never cross paths again!" Isabelle turned to her still snarling wolf and commanded, "aus, Fenris!"

The wolf imminently calmed down and the two made their way to the entrance. Isabelle was still beyond angry when she finally made it to where the others where Christine and Emma where, Meg nowhere to be seen.

"Are you okay, Isabelle?" Christine asked, noticing the anger that was coming from her friend.

"I guess... I just had a wonderful encounter with Joseph Boquet," Isabelle said sarcastically.

"What happened? Did he hurt you?" Emma asked.

"No he just slapped my ass," Isabelle took a deep, calming breath in order to get her anger under control. "I got revenge though... I scared him shitless when I sent Fenris on him." She noticed the slight blushes on her friend's cheeks. "What?"

"We're still not used to a lady cursing..."

"Oh sorry about that," Isabelle chuckled. "Anyways, where's Meg?"

"Over here!" Meg called out as she heard Isabelle's question. She was walking toward them with a very smug Wilhelm by her side. Isabelle noticed the smug smile across her brother's face and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Sorry about that! I lost my necklace and I couldn't find it for the longest time..."

"It's fine, there's not really any rush to leave..."

"Are you sure you're going to be okay alone?" Isabelle asked, looking at her brother with worry filled eyes. "I can stay behind if not! I don't really mind..."

"I'll be fine, Izzy," Wilhelm playfully rolled his eyes. "I won't be alone, both Jasper and Archer are staying so I'm not going to be alone. Besides, I have plans to meet up with a... friend I guess you can call him."

"A friend? I didn't know you made friends with someone outside the opera house," Isabelle frowned. "Who is it?"

"Sorry little sister, but that's a secret," Wilhelm smirked. "Now have fun at with the other girls and take care." He moved to hug his little sister when he saw her stiffen and glare at someone behind them. A frown stretched across his lips and he turned behind him to see that Isabelle was glaring at Boquet. "Isabelle, what did he do?"

"Oh it's nothing Wilhelm..." Isabelle said just as Emma said, "the pig slapped Isabelle on the behind..."

"What!?" Wilhelm growled, turning to glare at the man. "I'm going to kill him..."

"Will, it's not a big deal," Isabelle groaned. "I took care of it anyway! He's not going to be messing with me anymore..."

"I still want to kill him," Wilhelm muttered before turning back to his sister. "Why weren't you going to tell me?"

"I knew you were going to freak out so I decided to just stay quiet."

"I'm going to have to come up with something to give you so you can defend yourself," Wilhelm murmured, ignoring Isabelle's groan of dismay. "I'll have something for you when you get back... Now have fun, little sister!"

Wilhelm walked away, muttering under his breath as he walked back to the dormitories.

"Great," Isabelle sighed. "He's in big brother protective mode..."

"Sorry about that," Emma rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "If I knew you didn't want him to know I would've stayed quiet..."

"It's fine," Isabelle waved it aside before they began to walk out of the opera house and to the waiting carriage. 'At least Erik wasn't there to hear what Joseph did... If he was, the man would be dead... Er, he would be dead sooner... Isabelle thought as she climbed into the carriage, Fenris jumping in after her.

"How long is the ride?" Meg asked as the carriage began to take off. She sat beside Christine with Emma and Isabelle sitting across from them.

"About an hour or two," Emma shrugged. "Maybe shorter, it won't be to long." She looked at her friends nervously, "I hope you don't mind my mother... She can be a little much..."


"It's so pretty," Isabelle murmured as she sat on a garden bench with Meg, Christine, and Emma. It was late in the night and the stars were shinning brightly in the sky. The four had been at Emma's house for a few days and they loved every moment of it. The servants and maids were kind, helping them out without hesitation when they asking for it. Emma's mother and father had been kind and had been excited to meet their daughter's friends. Although Isabelle was sure Emma's father had been a little overwhelmed by Meg's enthusiasm.

"Do you guys want to go horse-back riding?" Emma asked suddenly, standing up from her spot. "It would be fun! It's been months since I went on a midnight run... It's a perfect time to do it too! I mean look at the moon, it's full and it illuminates the ground."

"I'm up for it," Isabelle nodded her head, also standing up and stretching. "I don't remember the last time I went riding..."

Both Meg and Christine agreed to go and the four hurriedly went inside and got ready. Isabelle slid her shoes on before clasping her cloak over her shoulders, petting Fenris as she left with the others.

"Pick out which horse you want to ride while I go get the stable boy," Emma said before disappearing out of the stables. Isabelle looked around at the many horses and debated on which horse to choose. Her eyes locked on a pale gray mare with white mane and white splotches on her rear.

"I think I'm going with this one," Isabelle said to the others, walking up to the horse and rubbing her nose. Christine had chosen a dark brown and black stallion for herself while Meg had went with a pale yellow mare. A few moments passed before Emma came back with a half-awake stable boy. He looked at the horses they chose before walking to the back and beginning to saddle the horses.

"I'll take Valentine," Emma said to the boy, nodding her head to the white and black mare in the back. The girls talked quietly to themselves as they waited for the stable boy to finish saddling the horses. Once he finished, they thanked him and Emma handed in a pouch of gold coins, thanking him for waking up to help them.

"Emma, what's this horses name?" Isabella asked as she pulled herself on to the sable, riding side-saddle. The others were doing the same, although Meg was looking like she was going to do it the other way.

"Her name is Stardust," Emma replied before turning to Christine and Meg. "Christine, yours is named Beast while Meg's is named Lucky..."

Isabelle gently got her horse to walk forward and walk between Beast and Valentine. They chatted quietly with each other and they rode through the forest, taking turns and going down different paths and trails. There wasn't much noise in the forest except for the common owl hooting and the sound of a wolf in the distance. Emma had said not to worry about the wolves, saying that they wouldn't attack them.

They stopped riding as they came to a small lake that was surrounded by wild flowers. Isabelle slid off her horse and tied her to a tree before walking toward the water. Emma slipped a hand into the water before grinning, sending a handful of water in Isabelle's face. The white-haired maiden froze as the cold water touched her face and she glared playfully at her friend before sending water right back at her. Her plan failed. Emma ducked before the water hit her and instead it hit little Meg who gaped at them before joining in the water fight.

Christine was trying to stay out of it but she eventually joined when Emma splashed water on her. Their laughs rang through the forest and awoke everything that slept. Soon, they quieted down and stopped splashing, sitting down on the ground to dry off.

"That was the most fun I've had in years," Emma giggled, squeezing the water out of her hair. "I don't think I've had a splashing fight since I was ten!" Emma sighed softly before laying on her back, staring up at the stars. "I'm going to miss this when I'm older and married..."

"Me too," Christine and Meg agreed, staring into the pond.

"I guess I might too," Isabelle shrugged before grinning. "Although that's only if I become a bore and let my husband control my actions. And trust me, that's not going to happen!"


Translations:

Fass- Terror

Aus- calm, settle down