Hey guys, happy to see you all again! I have a nice chapter for you all, and I will warn you, there will be some language, so I just want to warn you on that. So without further or do, here is Chapter 9 of…..The Phantom Wasn't Alone! Yay! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA OR THIS SONG! Sadly…
Erik's Point of View
Ah, how time goes by fast. Tonight was the opera houses Masquerade Ball, and I looking forward to presenting my new opera Don Juan Triumphant, which was a complete masterpiece. And with that, I was finished with my Red Death costume. Oh, I was very pleased with everything I had put on it. Gold thread designs on the collar and sleeves and a well sewn suit. To go along with the out fit, I had made a new mask for myself to look like a skull. The only thing that was missing was my sword.
I was getting ready in my room, I didn't know where Sara was, and she must've been in her room. Ever since I told her that she couldn't see this Phillip boy, she seemed to be very lonely. She always stayed in her room lying on the bed with a depressed face, and every time I call for her she would never respond. I felt horrible most of the time. I never liked seeing her unhappy at all, it would always make me feel evil and black hearted. I could never cheer her up, not even my music made her feel better. Why, I was scared that she will never sing anymore with me! Her voice was a beautiful sound, and it can not be tamed due to sadness. And I wouldn't blame her for her love for this boy; I am still in love with Christine. Maybe Sara is feeling what I am feeling. That fob, Raoul, has almost forbid me to see my Christine ever again, and now, I am doing it to my Child!—Friend!
When I was finished adjusting my buttons on my suit, I came out of my room to check on Sara, just to see how she was doing. When I came to her room, I saw that she wasn't in bed. She was gone! Just as I was to call out for her, she came from behind a wall where all of Christine's cloths were. I was surprised to see her like this. Sara was wearing a white dress showed a good amount of shoulder and chest. The top of the dress had white silk ruffles that were short. And the hem of the dress was glittering with the light. Her hair was up and combed back and she wore a tiara that looked like it had snowflakes on it. I was astonished by this child. She looked very elegant and beautiful. But I didn't know that she was coming with me to the ball, I didn't know where she even got the dress! When she saw me we were both silent.
"Oh, hello, Erik." She said in her voice that seemed to be happy.
"You look nice in your Red Death costume." I still stood there like an idiot.
"Oh, yes, umm, yes. Thank you." I looked at her dress once again. "And look at you; you look beautiful in that dress. If you don't mind me asking, but, what are you supposed to be dressed as?"
She looked at her dress as well and held her arms behind her back "Well, from the looks of the tiara, I guess I'm supposed to be dressed as a snow princess."
"Where did you find a dress like that? I certainly didn't make it." I asked as I walked to her to get a better view. I circled around her like a vulture in the sky. Sara looked as well.
"Madame Giry helped me pay for it, it was the only one left in the shop that didn't reveal as much. All the others looked uncomfortable and heavy." Amazed as I was, I stood back in front of her to get her attention. She looked very beautiful in that dress. The white fabric made her shin glow like a diamond necklace. I didn't think that Sara would go to the ball after what I told her. She didn't look interested at all through out these 6 long months. And now, she was here, dressed up in a dress and a tiara, looking like the lost queen of Peru. I did felt bad for forbidding her from love but it was for her own good.
I adjusted myself and gave an uneasy sigh. "Well, are you ready to go to the Masquerade Ball?" I had no idea why I was hoping to see her smile. I guess I missed her warm comforting smile that always made my heart burst into a million pieces. At least that is what I hoped to see. But no; she gave me a low smile. A smile only death would love. It was lifeless; not comforting or pleasant. It was dead.
The girl waked towards the swan bed and took a white mask and held it close to her left side, were her cut still occurred. "Yes, I am."
The answer I wanted to hear but not the tune I wanted it to be, as soon as she gave her answer, I went a got my opera, and with a lifeless moods we held in our hearts we went off to the Ball. No words could describe the feelings that were held within us. We were both unsatisfied with the decisions of each other and we knew that things were going to work out between us in a way that we can not imagine. It was time, and time was precious. We had to wait…..in time.
Sara's Point of View
The way to the ball was quiet and uncomfortable for the both of us. These past six months I have been depressed and lonely. Yes, Erik was always there trying to cheer me up as I did for him but nothing seemed to get me in my old mood. Erik even tried his music to release me from my lonesome prison. I felt like my heart was stolen from someone who wanted to love it, and that was Phillip.
Phillip was the only thing I thought about every day. I missed him so much and I couldn't bare another day without him; I would silently cry every night for him, wondering what he was thinking and if he was thinking of me. I wondered why would Erik do this to me, I sometimes wanted to flee from him and never see him again. But he was like a father to me. I would never run from Erik, he has done so much for me. He saved my life and made me feel like I had a new home.
"Sara," my thoughts were interrupted by Erik. He looked like he was crying a little, but he held the mood back from releasing. "Madame Giry and her daughter will be leading you to the ball. I, however, will not be attending till twelve. So in the mean time, I… would like for you to have some fun…and when I come to present my opera to the managers, I would like for you to hurry and sneak your way to the dressing rooms. I will be there to get you."
I nodded with obedience and we continued waking. "And, it will be alright if you dance with the young as well."
As soon as he said that my heart stopped! Did he just tell me I can dance with boys, no that can't be true? Oh my lord, he looks serious about this.
"R-Really?" I stuttered.
"Yes." He replied with a sigh. "I…I…just be careful, alright."
I nodded with pleasure. I can dance with Phillip, yes; I will be able to be with him, in his arms and in his embrace. Phillip and I, me and Phillip. Dancing in the air like two love birds in heaven. We will be the most dashing couple in the ball. No! I will not disobey my father—Erik! I have promised him that I will not be with Phillip anymore. Besides, he might not even be there. I hope he is.
When we made it to a small corner in the cellar, I saw Madame Giry buy a small door. She looked beautiful in her dress. She was wearing a black dress, of course and wore a dark black scarf with gold like leaves. Her hair was up with small diamond hair clips on it. She smiled as we both made it to her. "Ok, here we are, I will see you two ladies later." Erik announced as he left. He seemed to disappear in another corner. Madame Giry and I went out and met with her daughter.
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We finally made it to the ball and it looked extraordinary! The lights made the lobby look golden and beautiful. Comedies fell from the ceiling and landed on the shiny floor with grace. The guest were dressed in the finest dresses and suits and the music rang like song birds in the spring.
"Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade . . .
Masquerade! Look around - there's another mask behind you!
Flash of mauve . . .
Splash of puce . . .
Fool and king . . .
Ghoul and goose . . .
Green and black . . .
Queen and priest . . .
Trace of rouge . . .
Face of beast . . .
Faces . . .
Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman race . . .
Eye of gold . . .
Thigh of blue . . .
True is false . . .
Who is who . . .?
Curl of lip . . .
Swirl of gown . . .
Ace of hearts . . .
Face of clown . . .
Faces . . .
Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned in the light . . .
in the sound . . ."
My eyes widen with excitement! I looked at Madame Giry who was smiling at me with enjoyment. Her daughter looked at the dancing couples and the music that played like a heartbeat. She took my hands and led me to the middle of the lobby floor where everyone was dancing. We both danced like fools in the rain. Laughing and singing and enjoying ourselves! I never felt so happy in my life. We were soon tired and decided to rest for a while; we stood by the walls and rested and calmly told fun jokes and talked like best friends.
"Sara, I been wondering, is there anyone in your life that has caught your eye?"
"What?" I asked.
"Is there someone that you love?" she asked again.
"No." I lied. I took my mask off for a moment; I really wished Phillip was here. I never saw him anywhere. I was worried. As soon as I was about to confess my love, the music sang again. The music was louder and bolder then before. This gave Meg the feeling to dance again.
"Are you ready to dance again?" she asked with excitement.
"Of course!" She took my hand and led me to the floor again. Dancing again and again, and while dancing, the couples were ready to do the switch partner dance. I was nervous, I have never danced with a boy before, but I always love to try something new.
"Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade . . .
Masquerade!
Look around - there's another mask behind you!
Flash of mauve . . .
Splash of puce . . .
Fool and king . . .
Ghoul and goose . . .
Green and black . . .
Queen and priest . . .
Trace of rouge . . .
Face of beast . . .
Faces . . .
Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman race . . .
Eye of gold . . .
Thigh of blue . . .
True is false . . .
Who is who . . .?
Curl of lip . . .
Swirl of gown . . .
Ace of hearts . . .
Face of clown . . .
Faces . . .
Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned in the light . . .
in the sound . . ."
Dancing with each boy at a time; switching and switching like mad people. I was met with a boy in a black and white mask. The right of the mask was black and the right side was white. His eyes were handsome, they looked very familiar…
DUN! DUN! DUN! Who could that be? Could it be a new boy or could it be….PHILLIP!? Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I thank all of my mew followers and my followers who review and support this story. All of you guys really keep me going and I thank you guys deeply! Ok, again, hope you like this chapter and have a nice day! And Spring break (for some of us)! X-D
