Amy...
It was almost an inaudible whisper, but she had heard it. Opening her eyes slowly Amy sits up looking around her room.
Amy...
There it was again. Was she dreaming? There was no one in her room. Rubbing her eyes she was almost possitive she was awake, but where was that voice coming from. It sounded like nothing she had ever heard before. Suddenly she realizes that the window doors that had been open before were now reopened, their white curtains flapping lightly in the evening breeze. Before she can ponder this further the sound of a violin catches her ears. Suddenly the voice that had been calling her name begins to sing.
"Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . . Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . . "
In a trance like state she glides out of the bed barefoot and moves towards the doors. Curiously she looks around the terrace and sees no one. Where was the music coming from? Forgetting about the chilly evening she is drawn onto the terrace, no shoes and no robe, meerly a silk thin strapped nightgown.
"Silently the senses abandon their defences . . . "
Slowly making her way down the steps of the terrace she follows the voice, not seeing an owner to the magnicent voice, but going on instinct and hearing. The voice seemed to be everywhere, drawing her away from her room and into the backyard. This had to be a dream.
"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour . . . Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender . . . "
She was now frolicing away farther and farther into the garden, when suddenly she realizes that the house is getting farther and farther away. Turning back her head she looks at the few glowing lights left through-out the house, a small fear moving through her.
"Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - "
It felt as if some imaginary hand had been placed on her cheek, drawing her attention from her house, back fully to the voice.
"and listen to the music of the night . . . "
Under the full power of the voice she begins to frolic through the rows of flowers and other lawn ornaments. Now the voice became more brave it seemed, urging her to increase her speed.
"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!"
The only thought in her mind was finding the angel who's voice serenaded her.
"Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!"
She had not realized it but she was spinning in a circle, eyes closed. Letting the voice caress her body, letting it pull her any way it wished. Her mind was now under the control of the voice. Suddenly the voice stopped as did her spinning and she was breathless.
"And you'll live as you've never lived before . . . "
She waited. Waited for the voice to call to her again. Oh how real this dream felt. Each word was like a wave of emotions and as they ended they pulled her in like the tide and she was helpless to struggle. The voice began its call once more, but more delicate in its beconing, allowing her to almost dance her way to it.
"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. . . Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you. . . Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight - the darkness of the music of the night . . . "
At this point she had come to the edge of the great cherry tree maze, nearly to the edge of their property. The voice now had become so intense she found herself running towards in, wanting, needing to know where it came from.
"Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before!"
The voice was everywhere, but nowhere still, so increasing her pace she makes her way out of the cherry trees and towards the woods, the edge of the De Chagney property.
"Let your soul Take you where you long to be !"
On the last words she broke through the folliage barriar, keeping her from the voice. The owner of the voice now stood before her. The last words were long and held out, powerful and as they stop they leave her breathless. They stood there in silence. Stunned, somehow she was sure this voice could belong to no man. When she had first broken through he had his back turned to her, but as his last notes sounded he turned with a swish of his cape to capture her eyes.
"Only then can you belong to me . . . "
The power and majesty of this man's voice were only matched by the elegent and regal stature that he held himself with. He was beautiful, thick black hair, strong body, chilling icey eyes, and a darkness unlike anything she had ever felt, and it intrigued her. He was quite expensively dressed in immaculate evening attire and long cape, and therefore obviously a gentleman. The most odd thing about him was the mask covering the right side of his devilishly handsome face. He paused a few moments longer, laying down the violin that he had been playing.
Fear suddenly began to creep over her. This was not just a voice made up by a dream or her imagination. This was a man. Suddenly her fears were swept aside as he opened his mouth allowing the song to flow from his lips to her ears.
"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!"
The music she had heard before magically reappeared in her mind along with his words. She found herself drawn to him once more, stepping closer to him so she was a meer foot away from him.
"Touch me..."
He held out his hand for her, beckoning her further into his world.
"Trust me..."
She gave him her hand, which he gently grasp with his gloved hand.
"Savor each sensation!"
He began to pull her with his hand, his voice, and his eyes, never straying from hers.
"Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write - "
He uses his other hand to entice her to willingly follow him farther away from her home, her life, and into his world of darkness.
"the power of the music of the night . . ."
Then, turning a corner, he begins to draw her towards a black stallion, standing perfectly still, awaiting its master's order. Her eyes strayed from his to look at the creature. As her eyes detach from his and reality sinks in. Her pace slows as she suddenly becoms fully aware that this was no longer a dream. She begins to struggle in the man's grasp, trying to run away, but he has a firm hold of her hand now. With a quick pull on her arm he spins her in so her back is fully pressed against his chest. With a swif move of his hand a kerchief is over her mouth and nose. As she inhales to scream a strange scent meets her nose. Suddenly the woods begin to spin adn she feels rather sleepy. Collapsing fully, the masked man caught her and cradled her to him. Walking over to the horse, that awaited him patiently, he vaults himself and the girl's limp form onto the horse, mounting himself behind her. Taking a few seconds to comfortably situate himself and Amy he swings both her legs to one side of the saddle, allowing him to protectively cradle her as her head rests comfortably against his chest. Looking down he can monitor her sleeping face. She looks so peaceful. This was the first time he had actually seen her up close. Always he had seen her from behind or from above. For days he had seen her waundering, but until tonight he had no idea who she was. Her hair was tostled by her flight from her room, lips paritally opened in peacful bliss, and long dark eyelashes contrasting with her moonlit pale skin. She was not as beautiful as Christine, but she held her own beauty.
"you alone can make my plan take flight..."
He smirks at the edit to his song. While running his gloved hand over her cheek.
"help me make the music of the night!"
With a light kick to the horse, it trotts off towards his lair.
