Hey everyone! Yes, I'm back and here to fill the void of Delsa in your lives. It's based loosely around Phantom the musical but I did change somethings. Now this one just kinda happened cause I had some good old inspiration. However, this oneshot does contain a lot of story telling through songs and lyrics. Therefore it would be best if you listen to the music beforehand and/or during. (Please for the love of god listen to the 25th anniversary version NOT the movie).
Italicized words - lyrics from the show
L'Opéra Populaire, Paris 1870
The opera house was teeming with life as people of all sorts rushed around the structure. Maids and footmen were set on cleaning the floors and theatre for tonight's show. The members of the pit were tuning their instruments. The stagehands were setting props, costumes and set pieces and the actors, singers and dancers were getting to their places.
The leading soprano, Paulina Sanchez, stood center stage, practicing her part in the most annoying way possible. Even the maids who were cleaning proceeded to stuff cotton in their ears. The orchestra then began to play and rehearsals resumed. Other singers entered the stage and began to move in their specific choreographed positions. The conductor suddenly paused and called for everyone to hold as he corrected a mistake from the pit. But the conductor huffed as three men strode onto the stage, "Monsieur Oaken, please. I am rehearsing."
"Monsieur D'Olaf," the burly man turned to the woman who was offstage stretching, "Madame Manson. Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention. Thank you," he turned to the cast, "As you know, there have been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that they're true and it is my pleasure to introduce you to the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire. Monsieur Vladimir Masters and Monsieur Duke Weselton."
The cast clapped and offered welcoming smiles to the two men. "No doubt you've heard of their recent fortune in the junk business," Oaken continued.
"Scrap metal, actually," the shorter man with a grey mustache pointed out.
The taller, more elegant looking one turned to everyone else, "And we are proud to announce our new patron, the Vicomte de Westerguard."
As a broad shouldered, redheaded young man walked onto the stage, one of the blonde ballerinas gasped. "That's Hans," she whispered to her redheaded friend, "Before my father died, we were best friends. He even nicknamed me Little Lotte."
The redhead nudged her with a sly look, "Elsa, he's rather handsome."
The blonde shook her head, "Oh no, we were best of friends. He was a like a brother to me."
"I am very pleased to support the arts, especially the world renowned Opera Populaire," Hans said as Paulina waltzed right up to him and offered her hand.
"Gentlemen," Oaken introduced, "Señora Paulina Sanchez, our leading soprano for five seasons."
Hans nodded and made eye contact with the conductor, "I believe I'm keeping you from your rehearsal. But I will be here this evening to witness the show you are creating. My apologies monsieur."
"Thank you Monsieur Vicomte. Once again if you please," the conductor announced.
Elsa smiled as Hans passed her on his way out of the theatre but received no greeting back. "He wouldn't recognize me," she told her redheaded friend Anna, "It's been so long."
Vlad Masters and Weselton joined Samantha Manson as a ballet number began. "We take great pride in our ballet here at the opera."
"I can see why," Weselton commented as the ballerinas twirled around the stage, "Especially that little blonde angel."
"Elsa Arendal, promising talent," Samantha explained.
Vlad furrowed a brow, "Arendal? No relation to the famous Norwegian violinist?"
"His only child," the woman in black explained, "She was orphaned at seven when she came to live and train in the ballet's dormitories. We grew up together. She is like a sister to me. If you would kindly stand to one side," she finished as she ushered them away from where the rest of the cast was entering.
Once the number was finished, Paulina took center stage. "Mistro," she called as she sprayed a sort of elixir into her mouth and prepared herself for her solo. The orchestra began to play and Paulina smiled at the two new owners before she took a deep breath.
Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me, once in awhile
Please, promise me you'll try
When you find that once again you long
To take your-
A scream sounded in the air and the music stopped as a backdrop fell from the rafters to the stage, only missing Paulina because she took a step forward. "It's him," Anna said to herself, "The Phantom of the Opera."
As people rushed to check on Paulina, Oaken called up to the catwalk, "For god's sake man, what is going on up there?!"
"Please monsieur, don't look at me," the man's round head popped over the edged of the railing, "As god's my witness, I was not at my post. Please monsieur there's no one there," he paused and smiled creepily down at the dancers, "Or if there is then, well then it must be a ghost!"
Sam furrowed her brow before she saw an envelope flutter down from the rafters. She picked it up and examined the wax seal that was shaped like a skull.
Weselton stepped forward and offered a comforting smile, "Señora, these things do happen."
Paulina paused and stared at the men in disbelief, "For the past three years 'these things do happen.' And did you stop them from happening?" she turned to Oaken, "No! And you two," she turned to Vlad and Weselton, "You are as bad as him! 'These things do happen?' Ugh! Until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen!" She turned on her heel and stormed off, yelling orders at her servants.
The two new owners stood there, shocked at what had just happened. "Amateurs," Oaken laughed through the silence before patting the two on the shoulder, "I don't think there's much left for me to do gentlemen," he turned and began to hurry out of the theatre, "If you need me I will be in Frankford."
They all watched as the man left the theatre in a hurry. Weselton turned to the conductor, "Señora Sanchez… she will be back… won't she?" The conductor only shook his head and shrugged.
"You think so, monsieur?" Sam asked, approaching them before opening the letter in her hands, "I have a message from the opera ghost."
Vlad rolled his eyes, "Oh, god in heaven, you're all obsessed."
Sam gave him a critical looked before speaking, "He welcomes you to his opera house."
"His opera house?" Vlad asked.
"And commands that you continue to leave box five empty for his use," Sam continued, gesturing to the box seat on stage left, "And reminds you that his salary is due."
"His salary?" Vlad exclaimed.
Sam only stared at him blankly, "Like it or not the opera ghost knows about the inner workings of this opera house better than any stagehand you could hire. He insures that accidents like that," she pointed to the backdrop that lay on the stage, "Do not happen. He has a job and must be paid. Monsieur Oaken used to give him 20,000 francs a month."
Vlad grabbed the letter from her, "20,000 francs?!"
"Perhaps you can afford more? With the Vicomte as your patron," Sam lifted a brow.
Vlad had just about had enough, "Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public when the Vicomte was to join us for tonight's gala but obviously," he ripped the letter into pieces, "We shall now have to cancel as it appears we have lost our star!"
Weselton's eyes widened, "Well, surely there must be an understudy?"
"Understudy?" the conductor exclaimed, "There is no understudy for Paulina!"
Vlad threw the ripped letter onto the floor, "A full house Duke, we must refund a full house!"
"Elsa Arendal could sing it, sir," Anna stepped forward. Elsa nudged her friend to keep silent.
Weselton wrinkled his nose, "A chorus girl? Don't be silly."
Sam smirked and nodded, "She could. She's been taking lessons from an excellent teacher."
Vlad softened, "Who?"
Elsa seemed a little nervous to speak but did so anyway, "I-I don't know his name, sir."
Sam took Elsa's arm and brought her to center stage, "Let her sing for you Monsieur. I assure you, she has been well taught."
Vlad and Weselton exchanged a look before sighing, complying and nodding at the conductor to begin. "Weselton this is doing nothing for my nerves."
"Well, she is very pretty."
Elsa took a deep breath and focused on the back of the theatre. Her voice was small as she began to sing.
Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me, once in awhile
Please, promise me you'll try
She glanced back at Anna and Sam and they both gave her encouraging looks. She squared her shoulders and urged herself to relax in her singing, allowing more sound to escape her mouth.
On that day, that not so distant day
When you are far away and free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me
The night came sooner than ever and Elsa had been dressed in a full white gown with crystal hair pieces that sparkled in the stage light. The full house was blocked by the light shining onto her face, making her nerves dissipate.
And though it's clear, though it was always clear
That this was never meant to be
But if you can still remember
Stop and think of me
She let herself be taken away by the music and her song took flight, up and over the heads of the audience.
Think of August when the world was green
Don't think about the things
Which might have been
She took a deep breath and began to move about the stage, finally able to move from where she had planted herself.
Think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me trying too hard
To put you from my mind
Think of me, please say you'll think of me
Whatever else you chose to do
She brought herself back to center and planted herself as the audience began to clap.
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you
Hans sat up in his seat, finally able to get a good look at the performer.
Can it be? Can it be Elsa?
He stood and cheered, "Brava!"
Long ago, it seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me
But I remember her
Elsa smiled as the music continued and she continued her encore as the crowd cheered and demanded it.
Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons so do we
But please promise me that sometimes
You will think…
She paused and looked at the conductor, who gave her an encouraging smile. She took a deep breath and planted herself once more as she began to vocalize.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…
One last deep breath before she hit her high C.
Ah-ahhhhhhhhhhhh-of me!
The crowd went ballistic, on their feet in an instant. Vlad and Weselton patted themselves on the back as they looked out at the pleased crowd. What no one was yet aware of was the shadow lurking in the opera house, applauding his student.
After the show, Elsa snuck away to the opera house's chapel and lit a candle for her father. "I did it father," she smiled as she spoke to the picture of him that hung under her candle, "I sang for a full house today, just like he taught me to."
Suddenly, from within the walls, a male voice called out. Brava, brava, bravissima.
"Elsa? Elsa," Anna's voice came from the stone stairs that descended into the chapel.
The male voice called out again. Elsa
Anna smiled at her friend who sat on the floor in front of her father's shrine. She sat down with her, both still in their costumes, smiling widely.
Where in the world have you been hiding
Really, you were perfect
Elsa smiled back at her sister-like friend and the redhead hugged her and congratulated her.
I only wish I knew your secret
Who is your great tutor?
Elsa paused for a moment and glanced around the old stone walls of the chapel. "Anna," she began, "When your mother brought me here to live, whenever I'd come down here alone, to light a candle for my father, voice from above spoke to me. A boy, only slightly older than I. He was always there. I've even seen him a few times. When my father lay dying, he told me I will be protected by an angel… an angel of music."
Anna furrowed her brow, "Elsa, do you believe that? Do you think the spirit of your father is coaching you?"
"No," Elsa shook her head sadly, "Father is gone. He lives on in my heart now," she turned back to Anna with a wide eyed look, "But he's always been there. Always watching out for me, caring for me in the most silent of ways…"
"Elsa, you sound completely lovesick," Anna teased.
"Maybe," she shrugged back, "But I know that someone is coaching me, supporting me. An angel of music does exist. I know it. I know him. We grew up together." Her eyes drifted back to the portrait of her father.
Father once spoke of an angel
I used to dream he'd appear
She smiled and remembered the wonderful feeling she had when she was onstage singing.
Now as I sing, I can sense him
And I know he's here
Elsa looked at Anna with excited eyes, finally able to share a secret she'd been keeping for so long.
Here in this room he calls me softly
Somewhere inside hiding
Somehow I know he's always with me
He, the unseen genius
Anna shook her head at her friend and began to help her up off her position on the floor.
I watched your face from the shadows
Distant through all the applause
I hear your voice in the darkness
Yet the words aren't yours
Elsa turned away from her and examined the wall of the chapel, hoping to find who she was looking for.
Angel of Music
Guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Anna furrowed her brow. Who is this angel? This…
Angel of Music
Hide no longer
Secret and strange angel
Anna suddenly felt a strange presence in the room and grasped Elsa's hand tightly out of fear. He's with you, even now?
Elsa furrowed her brow and turned to her friend. Your hands are cold.
All around us? Anna continued, frantically looking around.
Elsa held Anna's chin. Your face, Anna, it's white.
It frightens me. Anna said as she rushed back up the stairs and out of the room, dragging Elsa with her.
Once at the top of the stairs, Elsa squeezed Anna's shoulder reassuringly. Don't be frightened.
After making sure Anna was alright, Elsa snuck back into her dressing room, the one that used to be Paulina's. She was suddenly taken aback by the amount of pink flowers that filled the room, covering every piece of furniture except her vanity stool. Sam smiled as Elsa took in the scene. The dark haired woman had been waiting for her to return, knowing that Elsa liked to light a candle for her father. "You were excellent, Elsa," she complemented her before handing her a single red rose with a black ribbon tied around it. Elsa took the rose hesitantly and examined it. "He's pleased with you," Sam explained before leaving Elsa to get undressed.
Outside of the dressing room, men of all sorts and all ages were shouting and pushing to get to the dressing room, each holding flowers. Vlad found Hans within the crowd, "Ah, Vicomte, I think we've made quite the discovery with Miss Arendal."
Weselton stepped beside his partner, "Perhaps we can present her to you."
"Gentlemen," Hans nodded, "If you wouldn't mind, this is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied," he paused and spotted the flowers in their hands, taking both bouquets, "Oh, thank you."
They both watched as Hans waltzed straight up to the door. "It would appear they've met before," Vlad commented before Weselton nodded in agreement.
Elsa turned once the door opened and her eyes widened to see the Vicomte with an armful of flowers. She gave a silent thanks that while she had begun to undress, she put on a white robe to cover herself while she took out her hair pieces. "Hans," Elsa whispered in an excited manner. She paused for only a moment while he placed the flowers down in the last empty space in the room before she ran into his arms. "It's so good to see you again," she beamed, "Do you even remember me?"
Hans hugged her back before beginning, "Little Lotte let her mind wander…"
Elsa laughed, "You remember that, too?"
"Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls?" Hans continued playfully. Elsa pulled away from the hug as she joined in, "Or of goblins, of shoes…"
"Or of riddles, of frocks," Elsa finished with a huge smile.
Hans took her hands in his own. "Those picnics in the attic."
"Father playing the violin…" Elsa said wistfully.
Hans twirled her around, enticing some laughter from her, "As we read to each other dark stories of the North."
Elsa stopped spinning and grabbed a nearby pink shawl and wrapped it around her head. "No what I love best, Lotte said, Is when I'm asleep in my bed," Elsa mocked her younger self before relaxing and dropping the cloth, "And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head."
Hans smiled as they both fondly remembered their younger years. The Angel of Music sings songs in my head.
The man was at a loss for words before he spoke again, "You sang like an angel tonight."
Elsa smiled and took a seat at the vanity as she continued to take out her crystal hair pieces, "Father once said to me, 'When I'm in heaven, I will send the angel of music to you.' And I have been visited by the angel of music."
"No doubt of it," Hans smiled, "And now, we go to supper."
Elsa's eyes widened and she was on her feet in an instant, "No! Hans, the angel of music is very strict-"
"Well, I shan't keep you up late," Hans said as he began to leave the room.
Elsa moved to follow him, "Hans, no-"
"You must change," he practically ordered but still managed to sound soft, "I'll send for my carriage. Two minutes… Little Lotte." He left the room before she could even do anything.
Elsa froze in her place, not knowing what to do. She had been asked at a young age to never leave the theatre at night, for it was dangerous and the angel of music did not want to be left alone. She didn't know what to do. Then suddenly, that same male voice that she had listened to for so many years echoed through the room.
Insolent boy! This slave of fashion basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!
Elsa was paralyzed before she spoke, ready to take fault, for there was more she could have done to stop Hans. Angel, I hear you! Speak - I listen… Stay by my side, guide me. And she began keenly aware of how frightened she was at the moment. Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me! Enter at last, Master…
The voice answered her, this time gentler, almost as if he had sensed her fear and was reassuring her. Flattering girl, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide.
Look at your face in the mirror -
I am there inside!
Elsa turned to mirror to find a figure outlined in a glow or sorts but hard to make out physical features. She was suddenly filled with joy. The friend who had helped her through all her times of loneliness was finally fully showing himself to her… trusting her.
Angel of Music!
Guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory!
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer.
Come to me, strange angel...
The phantom-like creature's head moved slightly and suddenly, glowing electric green eyes were visible to her through the mirror. He held out a hand in a silent question to her. She smiled at him and gave a slight nod. The figure gestured for her to come to him.
I am your Angel of Music...
Come to me: Angel of Music...
The door knob suddenly turned and was blocked by the lock. "Whose is that voice?" Hans asked through the door, "Who is that in there?! Elsa!"
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me: Angel of Music…
Elsa reached out and took his hand, which she now realized was gloved. The atmosphere suddenly shifted and she began to feel like she was in a trance. For the first time ever, she saw her Angel of Music.
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again? For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind
He was tall and lean, much more handsome than she expected him to be. For goodness sake, he lived in the walls of the opera house. But his skin was tan and his gaze was intense. He wore a dark suit that matched his gloved hands.
But he was also examining her, for this was the first time he had seen her clearly and not through stained glass or wrought iron gates, finding her even more beautiful than he ever though before.
Sing once again with me, our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind
Elsa allowed herself to be led away by this phantom, completely entranced by the fact that her friend was indeed a ghost. The only reason she could not perceive him as human was the glow on his skin, his glowing eyes and the bright white hair that fell into his eyes.
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
He looked at her with an unreadable look.
It's me they hear...
They circled each other, each taking in details in a trance-like state as if to remember it forever.
Your/My spirit and my/your voice
In one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my/your mind
Elsa didn't know where she was anymore. He had stopped and she realized that they had traveled over a lake of sorts and was now in a cavernous area but her attention was drawn back to him.
In all your fantasies, you always knew
That man and mystery
She smiled. Were both in you
And in this labyrinth, where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera is here/there
Elsa moved closer to him, suddenly drawn to his person. Inside my mind...
A gentle hand cupped her face but his gaze was no less intense, "My Angel of Music."
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera. Elsa leaned into his touch.
"Sing! Sing for me," he urged her, coming closer to her face. She did as she was told, opening and vocalizing as much as she could. "Sing, my Angel of Music… Sing for me." She ended on the highest note she had ever sung, hitting it perfectly in the spur of the moment. She cut it off and gasped for air, letting the silence settle over them for a moment. The phantom's lips twitched upwards in a small, proud smile.
Elsa was the first to break the silence, "When you first spoke to me behind that wall in the chapel, even in my wildest dreams after all these years, I never thought I'd actually meet you."
"You've earned a reward for your hard work," he responded, a proud smile still on his face.
She offered him a small smile, "You've left me at a disadvantage all these years. You've known my name but I do not know who you are."
His friendliness suddenly faded and his demeanor hardened. He moved to turn away from her but she stopped him. "Oh, don't think much of it," Elsa hurriedly said, gripping his arm to keep him from leaving her. She was not yet ready to let go of this handsome stranger she had known for years, "Just something to call you other than the 'opera ghost.'"
He softened slightly, "If that's what people are calling me, they have a serious lack of creativity."
Elsa's smile bubbled into laughter, making the young phantom's heart warm. "Daniel," he offered, "My name used to be Daniel." Her smiled widened even more.
"So," she said turning to examine the cavern around her, "You've been my teacher all this time." The cavern was made of sand colored rock and was illuminated by the most enchanting candle light. Candelabras upon candelabra decorated the place and red velvet curtains were hung here and there. A piano or organ of sorts was covered in sheet music and many other art studies were evident throughout the cave. Painting, sculpting, architecture and more.
It made sense now, why he asked her to never leave. It must be so lonely down here. "Shame we couldn't rehearse here," she said as she attempted to lighten the mood, "The acoustics are phenomenal."
The phantom couldn't help the smile that came to his face but paused when he noticed her tired state of thought. "What is it?"
Elsa merely shrugged, turning back to him, "All this time you've been hiding, I wish I could have known sooner."
He saw her exhaustion and her caution all in one. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he soothed, "You've known me longer than anyone else." But he could still see her tiredness creep into her demeanor. A soft tenderness swept through his heart as he tilted her chin up to him, her eyes drooping. "You've had a long day," he stated.
Elsa didn't answer him, only humming in response, entranced by their close proximity. "You may stay here if you like," he offered carefully, "Rest your head for a few hours."
She shook her head sleepily, "No, I couldn't-"
"Shh," he shushed her as he began a soft lullaby of sorts.
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
He took her hands in his own, and led her across the rocks carefully. Her hypnotized gaze swept over the cavern once more.
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
He paused when she approach him, closely studying his face.
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Suddenly, shamed in the presence of her innocence, purity and beauty, he gently pushed her chin away from him, turning her head away from his ghostly glow.
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
She watched as he stepped up to the organ-like instrument.
And listen to the music of the night
He gestured for her to follow but waved to the lake in a dismissive manner.
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before
He held a hand out to her and she followed him as he led her through the candles and instruments.
Softly, deftly, music shall surround you
Feel it, hear it closing in around 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
Elsa smiled as she watched the candlelight dance across the walls and across his face as he circled her, watching her reactions before he began to come closer to her.
Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be
He stopped behind her and spoke to himself in a moment of indulgence.
Only then can you belong to me
He felt her relax as he stilled behind her. In a moment of weakness, he pulled her to him so her back lay on his front, his gloved hands touching the soft fabric of her lace robe. She hummed to herself as his hands touched her waist.
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
She fell against him, his words lulling her into a state of relaxation and rest. His arms tightened around her as he led her further into the cave.
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night
She was now almost fully asleep, only barely awake to move on her own. She was then lowered onto a soft bed of fabrics and pillows before the warmth that had led her there disappeared. But his last words echoed in her head.
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night.
A few hours later, Elsa stirred among the soft blankets and sat up, stretching a bit before fixing her robe. She blinked at her surroundings, not quite remembering where she was.
I remember there was mist…
Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake
She stood from her seat on the bed and moved out into the cavern.
There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat.
And in the boat there was a man…
She vaguely remembered her journey down under the opera house but once she saw the silver-haired man, it all came rushing back. A smile unconsciously came to her face as she watched him scribble on sheet music, too focused in his work to notice she was awake. Out of the corner of her eye, a small table with pictures in gold and silver frames was lit by candlelight.
Elsa approached it to find family portraits that were framed. A mother, father, son and daughter through the years. Elsa leaned in closer to inspect a portrait of the son and recognized him vaguely.
"What are you doing?" a strong voice demanded.
Elsa moved away from the pictures, "I-"
"You should not pry into things you do not know," he said, his tone a given warning to her.
But a part of her ached to know more about him, to soothe his troubled past. She waited a few moments before speaking again. "You brought me down here so we could properly meet," she offered softly.
He let out a humorless laugh and shook his head, looking away from her. "Some things, my dear, are too dark and tortured to relay," he stated, leaving no room for question. He glanced back at her and saw that lingering curiosity in her blue expressive eyes. He let out another laugh.
"Is it stranger than you dreamt it?" he asked in an amused, mocking tone before his voice turned bitter as he glanced at the the stone prison around him, "Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell." She inched closer to him and reached out to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder.
His eyes returned to her but softened, "But secretly yearns for heaven, secretly… Elsa…" He stopped and seemed to snap himself out of his own trance. "Come, we must return," he said, "Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you."
Vlad strolled into the opera the next morning, holding a newspaper and reading reviews on last night's event, "'Mystery after gala night,' It says, 'Mystery of sopranos flight!' 'Mystified,' baffled Sûreté say, 'We are mystified. We suspect foul play!'" Vlad read aloud before tossing the newspaper away and accepting the stack of mail from a footman. He huffed as he sifted through it.
She went missing like a Cinderella
First Paulina, now Elsa
Still at least the seats get sold
Gossip's worth its weight in gold
He sighed as he glanced out at the line of people waiting to buy tickets, realizing the line was much longer than yesterday's. He raised a brow.
What a way to run a business
Spare me these unending trials
Half your cast disappears
But the crowd still cheers
Opera!
To hell with Gluck and Handel
It's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles!
Weselton suddenly burst into the opera house. "Damnable!" he cried storming up to Vlad, "Will they all walk out? This is damnable!"
"Duke, please don't shout," Vlad said in a softer tone as soon as the shorter man reached him, "It's publicity, and the take is vast. Free publicity-"
"But we have no cast!" Weselton cut him off.
Vlad turned the man around to look out the window at the people buying the tickets, "But Duke, have you seen the queue?" he pulled two letters out of his mail stack and gave one to Weselton, "Oh, it seems you've got one, too."
Weselton took the letter and opened it, reading it aloud. "Dear Duke, what a charming gala!
Elsa enjoyed a great success. We were hardly bereft when Paulina left. Otherwise, the chorus was entrancing. But the dancing was a lamentable mess."
Vlad furrowed his brow and opened his letter, reading it aloud as well, "Dear Masters, just a brief reminder, my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the Ghost by return of post. P.T.O. No one likes a debtor. So it's better if my orders are obeyed!"
The two businessmen turned to each other
Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with a puerile brain
Vlad examined the letters, "These are both signed 'O.G.'"
"Who the hell is he?" Weselton asked.
They both pause and made eye contact with each other before realizing, "Opera Ghost!"
"It's really not amusing," Weselton huffed.
Vlad shook his head and took the note from his friend to read it himself, "He's abusing our position."
Weselton grabbed the other letter and reread it, no believing what he was reading, "In addition, he wants money."
"He's a funny sort of spectre."
They both huffed and tiredly rested against the railing of the grand staircase.
To expect a large retainer
Nothing plainer
He is clearly quite insane.
"Where is she?" Hans stormed into the opera house.
Vlad moved to meet his patron, "Paulina?"
"I mean Miss Arendal, where is she?" he demanded again, "I want an answer," he held up a piece of parchment, "I take it that you sent me this note."
Weselton furrowed his brow, "Of course not!"
"She's not with you then?" Hans stopped at the food of the marble stairs.
"Of course not!" Vlad huffed, "We're in the dark here."
Hans moved to the taller man and offered the note, "Monsieur don't argue. Isn't this the letter you wrote?"
"And what is is that we're meant to have wrote?" Vlad paused, " … Written."
Hans handed the note to Weselton, who began to read it out loud, "'Do not fear for Miss Arendal. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again.'"
They all stopped and looked at each other, mystified. "If you didn't write it, who did?" Hans inquired.
"Where is he?!" Paulina burst into the opera house in a giant pink dress with her band of servants behind her, "Your precious patron, where is he?" before anyone could speak she held up a note, "I have your letter. A letter which I rather resent."
Vlad looked to Hans, "Did you send it?"
"Of course not," was the sharp reply.
Paulina waltzed up to him and shoved the latter into his chest, "You mean this is not the letter you sent?"
"And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?" Hans took the letter and began to read it aloud, "'Your days at the Opéra Populaire are numbered. Elsa Arendal will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to take her place."'
Vlad and Weselton shook their heads while beginning to escort Paulina up the stairs.
Far too many notes for my taste
And most of them about Elsa
All we've heard since we came
Is Miss Arendal's name
"Miss Arendal has returned," Sam announced, coming into the room and eyeing all of them, Anna right behind her.
Weselton huffed, "I trust her midnight oil is well and truly burned?"
Vlad stepped forward, "Where precisely is she now?"
"I thought it best that she be alone," Sam stated.
Anna nodded, "She needed rest."
Hans rushed towards the two ladies, "May I see her?"
"No Monsieur, she will see no one," Sam stopped him.
But Paulina broke through the throng of men, "Will she sing? Will she sing?!"
Sam held up a white envelope, "Here, I have a note."
"Ugh!" came the collective cry from everyone in the room. Vlad stepped forward and snatched the note, "Let me see it." He opened it and began to read it aloud, "'Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature, detailing how my theater is to be run. You have not followed my instructions. I shall give you one last chance. Elsa Arendal has returned to you and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of Il Muto you will therefore cast Paulina as the pageboy and put Miss Arendal in the role of Countess. The role which Miss Arendal plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the pageboy is silent which makes my casting, in a word… ideal. I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box 5, which will be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur. I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant, O.G.'"
"Elsa!" Paulina cried, "It's all a ploy to help Elsa!" She snached the letter from Vlad, "I know who sent this. The Vicomte, her lover."
Hans looked at her in disbelief, "Indeed, can you believe this?"
Paulina threw her hands up in the air and led her servants back into her dressing room, ordering them to pack up her things. Vlad and Weselton followed her, both pleading with her to stay. "Miss Arendal will be playing the pageboy!" Vlad yelled before composing himself and nodding at Weselton, "The silent role." The workers stopped and looked at each other, worried expressions meeting one another. "Paulina will be playing the lead," the two businessmen nodded to each other.
The next hour was spent convincing Paulina to stay and perform, Vlad and Weselton going out of their way on many accounts.
Soon the opera house was teeming with pre-show excitement once more. Though the costumes were more refined and the cast's faces painted white, the energy was evident within the production. Elsa was walking to her place dressed as the pageboy. She wore a blouse, pantaloons and her hair was down in a braid. A tall figure suddenly stepped in front of her.
"Hans," she smiled, slightly taken back.
He didn't return her smile, "Where did you go that night? After Hannibal?"
Elsa's smile faded, "What do you mean?"
"You know damn well what I mean," he said in a low, harsh whisper, stepping dangerously close to her, "You are now to inform me if you are ever to leave the theatre."
She furrowed her brow at him. What power did he have over her? He was not her father, nor her brother, nor her husband. How dare he speak in such a way towards her. When she opened her mouth to speak again, Anna interrupted. "Elsa!" she called frantically, "Places!"
Deciding it best to level her anger, she rushed to her place for the beginning of the show.
The curtains opened and soon the audience was filled with laughter as Paulina and Elsa pretended to kiss behind a fan and 'the Countess's' husband came in. "See, this is exactly what the public likes," Weselton pointed out to Vlad from their box seat.
But as the play progressed, a certain someone began to get very angry. He watched as people laughed at Elsa and she was made fun of by the public for tramping around the stage with funny expressions, as that was what her character required. Though she was charming and funny in her role, a redheaded man was sitting in his usual seat.
"Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?" his voice boomed through the theatre.
Everyone, audience and cast, grew silent as they looked up at the domed ceiling from where the voice came. Elsa recognized that voice in an instant. "It's him," she said to herself, looking around the dome of the opera for any sign of him.
Paulina grit her teeth, "Your part is silent, little toad."
"A toad madame?" the ghost grinned at the phrase, thinking back to his tamperings with Paulina's trousse de maquillage, "Perhaps it is you who is the toad."
The Prima Donna walked off stage for a brief moment and opened her mouth to one of her servants. The woman pulled a perfume bottle from her trousse de maquillage and sprayed the elixir into Paulina's mouth. After warming up a little, Paulina returned to the stage. As she began the sing, the orchestra followed. Suddenly, a deep ugly note sounded from her vocal cords, shocking the cast and the audience but the latter began to laugh.
She tried to continue but it kept happening, causing not only the audience to laugh at her misfortune but the cast as well. Weselton and Vlad were soon running onstage calling, "Close the curtain!"
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize," Vlad announced, "The performance will… continue in ten minutes time when the role of the Countess will be played by Miss Arendal," he paused and grabbed her from behind the curtain while the audience applauded. He then rushed her to get backstage and change.
Weselton stepped forward, "Meanwhile, w-we'd like to give you a ballet from Act Three o-of tonight's opera." The conductor's eyes widened before he began hurriedly gesturing to the orchestra to get their music ready.
The curtains opened while the stagehands were setting up the backdrop but the dancers began anyway. The ballet seemed to calm everyone's laughter and it soon enticed a few joyful smiles as the lambs were brought on stage. People began to smile and enjoy the play when suddenly a dead man fell from the rafters with a noose around his neck.
Collective screams were heard from everyone and the dancers scrambled to get off the stage.
"Mr. Masters," Hans called as the theatre was beginning to settle, "Is Miss Arendal in her dressing room?" When the businessman nodded, the redhead rushed to the door.
Elsa crept out of her dressing room exactly ten minutes after Hans left. She kept silent and was sure to not be seen as she made her way up to the roof. She finally reached it and opened the door to a small balcony that was powdered with snow. She took a deep breath of cold December air and closed her eyes, letting the snow fall around her.
"It's bad for your voice to be out in the cold without a scarf."
Elsa's breath hinged at the sound of that familiar voice. She turned to find him standing near the edge, still dressed in all black. "Why?" she shook her head, "Why did you do this? Why did you go through all this trouble for one opera?" she paused and glared at him, "And more importantly why did you drag my name into it?"
He seemed slightly taken back about before his green eyes hardened and he stepped forward. "For years I've been maintaining this opera house, offering music to it's owners and enjoying the art that was put on that stage but now…" he shook his head, "I've been ignored. I've had to hide in the shadows my whole life and I'm tired of it. I will not let the only thing I've ever known become a memory."
"No matter what it takes?" Elsa asked bitterly.
He furrowed a brow, "What do you mean-"
"You know exactly what I mean," she said, taking a step forward. Her eyes softened a bit, "Please, just say it." Realization dawned in his eyes and he hastily turned away from her. Dread filled her chest as her eyes began to water.
"Daniel," she called desperately, "Please, just tell me whether or not you killed that man…"
The opera ghost froze at the sound of his name on her lips. No one had used that name in a long time. It seemed almost weird but strangely perfect to hear her say it. So, he gave her an answer. "No," he turned back to her, "That man took his own life tonight."
Elsa's sob of relief was clearly heard and a few tears fell as she attempted to cover her mouth with her hand. His heart dropped at the site of her tears and he ached for her. He could feel her sadness and moved towards her. He gently took her hand in his own and moved it away from her mouth, wiping a few tears away. "Now the toad voiced Paulina, that was me," he offered, with a slight smile.
She laughed at him through the last of her tears and shook her head. She took a deep breath. "I've grown up with death around every corner," she whimpered, "For once, I just…" She trailed off and her eyes stayed on the ground but his hand lifted her chin up to meet his eyes.
No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide-eyed fears
I'm here, nothing can harm you
My words will warm and calm you
She blinked up at him through her lashes and he cupped her face in his hands, reaching up and drying the remainder of her tears. He took a moment to admire her before brushing blonde hair out of her face.
Let me be your freedom
Let daylight dry your tears
I'm here, with you, beside you
To guard you and to guide you
Her chest was filled with warmth and her cheeks were dry as stared up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. She reached down and took his gloved hand in her own.
Say you'll love me every waking moment
Turn my head with talk of summer time
A small smile graced her face and she reached out to place a hand on his chest over his heart.
Say you need me with you now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you
They stopped at stared at each other, lost in the moment while snow fluttered around them. She suddenly heard footsteps coming from the door. "You must go," she urged as her eyes widened, "Someone is coming."
He gave one nod before disappearing from sight but he remained on the roof. Hans suddenly burst through the door. "I was wondering where you were," he stated, slightly annoyed.
She didn't immediately turn to face him. "I didn't leave the theatre," she said innocently, "Just getting some fresh air."
Hans sighed heavily and moved towards her. "I know it must be scary," he said as she turned to face him, "With that man running around my theatre."
"You mean the ghost?" Elsa asked.
He shook his head, "He is nothing more than a man, Little Lotte. A man who is willing to kill to get whatever he wants."
"Are you sure he killed tonight?" she asked, trying to plead his innocence, "There were no witnesses."
He laughed a bit as if a child had just told him how excited they were for Santa Claus. "It's lovely that you have such faith in people," he said taking her hand, "Besides you have nothing to worry about. I will protect you."
Let me be your shelter
let me be your light
You're safe, No one will find you
your fears are far behind you…
Elsa felt very pressured in that moment, unlike when she as with Daniel. So she played along, hoping to keep him occupied on her.
All I want is freedom,
a world with no more night
and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me…
Hans pulled her into his arms, which she cringed at.
Then say you'll share with me
one love, one lifetime
let me lead you from your solitude
Say you need me with you here, beside you...
anywhere you go, let me go too
Elsa, that's all I ask of you…
Hans then kissed her, out of nowhere and her eyes remained wide open as she tried to pull away but his hold was too tight.
"I must go," Elsa said, finally stepping away from him, "They'll wonder where I am."
Hans took her hand, smile on his face, "I'll go with you." She only forced a smile and nodded, leading him off the balcony.
Daniel then reappeared, his heart broken into a million pieces as he watched his angel go with another man.
I gave you my music… made your song take wing…
And now, how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me
He looked back at where she stood longingly, remembering how just moments before Hans showed up, they shared an intimate moment that no one had ever given to him before.
He was bound to love you when he heard you sing… Elsa
Their shared words suddenly echoed in his head and an anger filled him like no other. He turned and blasted a green ray of energy out over the rooftops of Paris, a growl sounding through his teeth.
You will curse the day you did not do!
All that the Phantom asked of you!
The sky was filled with colorful fireworks as patrons and guests stepped out of their carriages. Dresses of all colors matched with intricate masks and tuxes and gowns made their way to the foyer of the opera house, which had been transformed into a luxurious ballroom. The guests danced in their elegant costumes at Le Bal Masque to celebrate the new year.
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
Vlad appeared on the stairwell, dressed as a vampire, "What a night!" He turned to Weselton who was dressed as a jester, "What a crowd! Makes you glad, makes you proud. All the creme de la creme."
"Watching us, watching them," Paulina smiled from behind her pink mask that matched her pink ball gown as she approached the businessmen.
Weselton nodded, "All our fears are in the past. Three months of relief!"
"Of delight!" Paulina added.
"Of Elysian peace! And we can breathe at last."
Paulina shook her head, "No more notes."
"No more ghosts. Here's a health. Here's a toast," Weselton turned to Vlad with a smiled, "To a prosperous year. To our friends who are here. May the splendour never fade!"
Vlad nodded with a smile of his own, "What a blessed release! And what a masquerade."
Elsa and Hans walked down the side corridor with Hans dressed in a sleek red tux. Elsa was dressed in a sparkly blue ball gown with a matching mask. She offered him a smile as she held up the diamond ring that hung on a chain around her neck. "Think of it," she stopped him, "A secret engagement. Look, your future bride. Just think of it-"
"But, why is it secret? What have we to hide?" he cut her off with a smile, cupping her face, "You promised me-
Elsa pulled away and looked around her, "No, Hans, please don't, they'll see."
He let out a small laugh, "Well then let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime. Elsa, what are you afraid of?"
She shook her head, "Let's not argue," she placed a hand on his arm in a reassuring manner, "Please pretend, you will understand in time."
Hans opened his mouth to protest but stopped himself when her bright eyes pleaded with him to agree. He smiled kindly at her and offered her his arm. She smiled back brightly and allowed him to lead her out onto the dance floor.
Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads
Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you
Masquerade! Grinning yellows, Spinning reds
Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you
Then suddenly, the candlelight in the room dimmed and gasps were heard above the heads of the crowd. People scrambled to the sides of the staircase and stood against the railing looking up at the left side. Elsa moved forward and saw him at the top of the grand staircase. He stood tall, dressed in well-fitting black tux with a white mask covering the top half of his face. His glowing green eyes scanned the room before him.
Why so silent, good monsieurs?
He quirked a brow and an amused smile graced his face.
Did you think that I had left you for good?
The ghost began to walk down the stairs, glancing over everyone in the room still.
Have you missed me, good monsieurs?
He stopped and pulled from behind his back a black leather bound folder filled with paper. He tossed it on the floor, leaving it for whoever would pick it up.
I have written you an opera
Here, I bring the finish score
Don Juan Triumphant!
His smirk widened as he found Vlad and Weselton's shocked and terrified faces. He'd won this battle, that much he already knew. They were in the palm of his hand. He gave a small mock bow.
Fondest greetings to you all
A few instructions just before rehearsal starts
The phantom turned and stared down the woman in the pink dress, critically eyeing her.
Paulina must be taught to act
Not her normal trick of strutting 'round the stage
He turned back around to face the businessmen again.
And my managers must learn that their place is in an office
Not the arts
The ghost then met Elsa's eyes.
As for our star, Miss Elsa Arendal
No doubt she'll do her best/It's true, her voice is good
She knows, though, should she wish to excel
She has much still to learn
If pride will let her return to me… her teacher
He stopped as his eyes raked over her. Her dress flattered her perfectly, her hair was down in a braid and her beautiful eyes were outlined with snow colored glitter that matched her dress. "Her teacher," he repeated to himself. But then his green eyes found the ring around her neck. His stare hardened and he shook his head at her. "A cunning little minx is what you are," he whispered harshly, "I know that now."
He stepped back a few paces. Elsa moved to follow him but Hans's hand grabbed her arm, stopping her. With a flash, the ghost was gone.
"Madame Manson?" Elsa asked as she knocked on her door. When there was silence, Elsa sighed, "Sam? Please answer."
There was a pause before the door opened. "Come in," Sam said shortly. Elsa rushed inside and was quick to close the door behind you. "What do you need?" she asked as she lit a lantern.
"You know about the ghost," Elsa stated, "About… Daniel."
Sam paused in her actions and turned to the blonde. Another silence occurred before Sam spoke again, a slight bitterness in her voice, "Why don't you ask your fiance? He was in here moments ago."
"Enough!" Elsa bit out harshly, "I am tired of being tethered to men my entire life! And you and I both know that you would never tell Hans the full truth." Elsa's eyes softened, "I want to know how to help him."
Sam was taken back by Elsa's outburst but realized, as she glanced at the ring that was still not on the blonde's finger, that the rumors about the engagement had been true. Sam turned away from Elsa and continued to light the lantern. "It was years ago," she began, lighting a match, "There was a traveling fair in the city. I was still only training to be a ballerina," she took a deep breath and turned back to Elsa, taking a seat, "There was an attraction. 'The Devil's Child,'" she shook her head, "They would beat him and humiliate him. I set him free and hid him in the opera house. It was then that he told me that he really was a ghost. He had been cast out of his home and knew nothing else."
Elsa's chest tightened and she thought back to the family portraits he had in his cavern. His family. She then hardened with determination, "Will you take a message to him?"
The dark haired woman furrowed her brow and was about to protest before she thought better of it. She gave a slight nod and moved to get the blonde parchment and ink.
Elsa waited a few weeks before acting again, knowing she needed to be careful with Hans around. Elsa was quick to dress herself in black and head out to the carriage she had summoned. "To the cemetery please," she told the hooded driver. They traveled through the dark misty woods and stopped in front of the wrought iron gates. Elsa carefully stepped out of the carriage and was suddenly overwhelmed with grief. It had been too long since she last visited her father's grave.
You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered
She pushed opened the gates and walked into the grey, snow covered cemetery.
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could
She glanced around as she began to make her way to her father's grave, staring at the cold stone tombs that lined that pathway
Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental
Seem for you the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle
It began to snow around her and she looked up at the sky, feeling her eyes well up.
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
She shook her head and continued on her way.
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say, "Goodbye"
Try to forgive, teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
She stopped in front of her father's tombstone.
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say, "Goodbye"
She knelt before her father's grave and placed a single flower on it.
Help me say, "Goodbye"
There was nothing but silence before she heard a slight crunch of the snow behind her. "You're still not wearing a scarf," a voice said, a slight bitterness to it.
Elsa's lip twitched for a brief moment before she slowly stood and turn to him. "That was quite the entrance you made at the masquerade," she said.
"They weren't listening to me, so I made myself known," he stated.
She only looked at the ground and nodded. Neither of them spoke for a short while. "Why did you ask me to come here?" he asked. There was another pause before he bit out, "Or was it to remind me of your precious engagement."
Elsa looked back up at him, hurt in her eyes. He immediately regretted what he said but he turned away from her. "No," came her soft voice as she shook her head. She moved towards him and reached for his hand, "No, you don't understand-"
"And what exactly don't I understand?" he said as he pulled his hand away from her reach and stared her down with his green eyes, "Did that night on the roof mean nothing to you?"
"It meant everything to me!" she cried.
He shook his head at her. "Enough with these games," he grit his teeth, "Soon your beloved fiance will come riding in on his steed asking where you've gone."
"I don't even want to marry him!"
They both froze as her words echoed across the stone structures around them. He kept his mouth shut, waiting for her to elaborate. "He was going to pull his patronage, Daniel," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "With all the strange occurrences, he said it was something he wasn't sure he wanted his name in," she shook her head as more tears welled up in her eyes, "I-I couldn't convince him any other way. He was going to shut down the opera house a-and if he did that," she paused and met his eyes, "What would happen to you?"
The silver haired man quickly turned back to face her and watched her as she furiously rambled. "Yo-You would be left on the streets or worse. Nowhere to go, no one around you," she sobbed helplessly, "I-I couldn't let that happen."
Daniel's head was telling him that she was only playing games. Why would she want someone who wasn't completely human when she could have the Vicomte? His head told him to take her back to the opera house and never see her again, for both their sakes.
But his heart… damn his stupid heart.
He pulled her into his arms. She hugged his shoulders as she sobbed into his chest, surprised yet comforted by his warmth. He tightened his arms around her as she began to calm herself. "You would sacrifice your freedom… for me?"
She choked out a short laugh and sniffled. "Of course I would," she lifted her head from his chest, meeting his eyes. She shook her head, "You can be so oblivious sometimes," she lifted a hand to cup his chin, "I love you."
His eyes widened and stared at her for a moment disbelieving before a bright smile appeared on his face. Elsa's heart warmed and she realized that she'd never seen him smile before, not like this anyway. But their moment was ruined when the clock struck midday. The ghost took her hands in his own. "Come," he said gently, noting the look of worry in her eyes and leading her towards the exit of the cemetery, "I will take you back to the opera house."
In the days after that, it was revealed that Hans had made a plan to capture the opera ghost that utilized Elsa as bait. She was immediately against it but Hans left no room for question. Naturally she plotted against him, using Sam as a messenger between her and Daniel. But opening night came faster than anyone wanted.
Elsa looked up from her dressing room vanity when Hans entered the room. She wanted to try one last time. Maybe she would be able to stop this. "Hans," she pleaded, standing up, "I'm frightened. Don't make me do this. Please."
The redhead laughed a little and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Elsa, darling," he said with a slight smile, "So much rests on your shoulders. You can't give up now."
"But what if we tried a different way of getting to the ghost," Elsa tried, "Do we have to resort to this?"
Hans's eyes hardened, "That's enough."
Elsa stared at him for a moment. "You are not my husband and you cannot order me around like I'm some servant," Elsa said, narrowing her eyes at him. "You've been giving me commands since we reunited and it must stop. We could try-"
Slap!
Elsa cheek suddenly stung and her head was turned to the opposite wall. "You are my fiance," Hans bit out, "Therefore my wife in training and you will do as I say."
Elsa didn't even look at him when he left the room. She stood there for a few moments, not knowing how much time has past, trying to process what just happened. Suddenly she heard a shift from within the room. She turned to find Daniel standing by the mirror. In an instant, she ran to him and collapsed in his arms, wanting some form of security and comfort.
He was taken back but held her anyway. He finally was able to pull away enough to look in her eyes. But his green eyes narrowed at the sight of her red cheek. "What happened?" he asked, reaching up and gently touching it. Elsa remained silent, too embarrassed to say anything. She didn't need to. His eyes widened in realization, "Did he…?"
She only nodded back but she stopped him when he moved to get to the door. "No Daniel don't," she gripped his jacket, "Please just stay with me for a little while." He hesitated but compiled, holding her until a knock sounded on the door.
"I have to go," he said as he pulled away but he brushed her cheek one last time, "Remember the plan."
She nodded and squeezed his hand before letting him go and leaving to go to her place for the show.
Nothing was more nerve racking than waiting backstage for her queue. Elsa was dressed in black gypsy dress with a lace frill off the shoulder top and a red sheer shawl. A big red flower had been pinned into her hair. She sat at her place on stage, looking at the basket of flowers she was meant to have. She looked up and watched a familiar figure make his way towards her.
You have come here
In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent
She looked up and turned to find green eyes staring at her from across the stage from underneath a black mask, the man who was cast as Don Juan nowhere to be seen. He gave her a small smirk and put a finger to his lips
Silent
Elsa saw the cast begin to gather backstage along with guards and policemen. But she was drawn back to the green eyes that stared at her from behind a mask, intense and filled with emotion she couldn't quite read.
I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind you've already succumbed to me
Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me, no second thoughts
You've decided… decided
Elsa stood and watched as he began to cross the stage to her.
Past the point of no return
No backward glances
The games we've played till now are at an end
Past all thought of if or when
He circled her, now standing at her left, eyeing her up and down.
No use resisting
Abandon thought and let the dream descend
He moved forward and grabbed her, pulling her back to his front, wrapping a hand around her delicate neck and turning his nose into her hair. Elsa closed her eyes and leaned into him.
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
His hand trailed from her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm and to her hand, lifting it to his lips.
What sweet seduction lies before us
Past the point of no return
The final threshold?
He pulled her against him by her waist, their noses almost touching.
What warm, unspoken secrets will we learn
Beyond the point of no return?
Elsa looked around at the gathering police around her and the audience. She stepped away from him, out of his embrace.
I have come here hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent
Now I am here with you
No second thoughts, I've decided
It was her now who eyed him up and down, mischief in her eyes as she strutted in front of him.
Past the point of no return
No going back now
Our passion-play has now, at last, begun
Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
They both moved to opposite sides of the stage, climbing up the stairs to the rafters. Elsa looked at the phantom coyly while he watched her every move and listened to her voice.
How long should we two wait, before we're one?
When will the blood begin to race?
The sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume us?
They both reached the catwalk. Elsa dropped her shawl while Daniel dropped his jacket, leaving him in his pants and white lace up shirt, unlaced might I add. They began to move towards each other once more.
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
The bridge is crossed
So stand and watch it burn
We've passed the point of no return
He pulled her against him once more, his hands pressing into her black corseted waist. She just melted into him. "This is a trick to seduce you," Elsa whispered to him when she felt his hands press harder against her torso.
"Well, my Angel," he turned his face to her ear and let his lips brush against it, "It's working."
Her breath hinged but her heart melted as she listened to his next words.
Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Lead me, save me from my solitude
She turned to face him and met his eyes, seeing the raw, genuine emotion behind them.
Say you want me with you here beside you
Anywhere you go, let me go too
Elsa, that's all I ask of-
The sound of a police whistle interrupted him and he looked up to see guards running through the theatre. Acting quickly, he blasted a nearby rope, causing the huge chandelier above the audience to shake. He wrapped an arm around Elsa and in an instant they had disappeared.
The chandelier swung down from the ceiling and the audience screamed as they tried to escape. With a flash the crystal structure had crashed and fire burned the velvet seats.
"I fear we gave them too much of a show," Daniel said, his voice echoing in his cavern, "Well, planned, angel."
Elsa laughed from her place beside the organ. "I would give anything to rattle Hans and his businessmen," she teased.
He smiled back at her, admiring her beauty in the candlelight once more. He approached her slowly, taking his time as they waited for the mayhem upstairs to settle. "And now," he took her soft hand in his, "A moment alone." Elsa's smile faded as his face inched closer to hers. His lips were soft and comforting and years of pent up passion and love were finally released. Elsa clutched his shoulders as her knees grew weak and he pressed her against him by her waist. She whimpered against his lips, enticing a growl from his chest. He began to walk her back towards the sandstone wall, pressing her against it. At the sound of splashing water, they pulled away from each other, breathless. They paused and listened for a moment. "Wait, I think, my dear," he gave her a knowing smirk, "We have a guest."
She smirked back, "He wanted a helpless women, we'll give him one."
Daniel turned and spotted Hans coming up to the gate. "So you want to listen to me now?" he called in a mocking tone.
"Let her go," Hans demanded from behind the bars.
"Who?" he asked innocently before grabbing Elsa's hand and harshly pulling her towards him, "Her?!"
Elsa met the redhead's eyes. "Hans!"
"Free her," Hans called, "Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity? Return what you have stolen!"
The phantom dragged Elsa across the rocks, closer to the gate. "Are you looking for this?" he asked, pulling her against him right in front of Hans. He looked at Elsa, "Your lover makes a passionate plea."
"Please, Hans it's useless," Elsa shook her head.
Hans's eyes narrowed, "Take your hands off her."
Daniel smirked and raised and hand to Elsa's neck, pushing her flush against him. "What was once your is now mine," he said, eyes on the woman in his arms, "I will do as I please." He leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck. Elsa's eyes fluttered closed and she sighed. He kissed her a few more times before Hans banged angrily on the gate. Daniel only laughed against Elsa's skin and gave Hans a piercing stare with his green eyes.
"I bid you farewell, Vicomte," he said shortly before Elsa was whisked away further into the cavern than she'd ever been. Once out of Hans's sight, his hold became gentler but he still led her through the caves. They reached a small boat and quickly boarded, knowing they didn't have much time.
They both rowed themselves out of the caves and out onto the Seine. They didn't stop until the lights of the opera house were far behind them and they were safely hidden under Le Pont Neuf. They took a moment to catch their breath before Elsa turned to him. "Are you alright?" Daniel asked gently. He gave her a sheepish smile, "I got a little carried away with gloating in front of Hans."
"I'm alright," she assured him sweetly before her eyes turned playful, "Would it be terrible of me to say I rather enjoyed that." The phantom laughed at her and she soon joined in. "What now?" she asked after the laughter had settled.
"I heard England has a thing for ghosts," he offered with a soft smile.
She laughed at him and gave a small shake of her head. "Whatever happens, we'll face it together," she said with determination.
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Daniel's green eyes softened as he looked back at the opera house in the distance. All those years hiding in the rafters and behind curtains, fearing the worst if someone were to discover him. It was all he'd ever known and now, he was leaving.
Masquerade, paper faces on parade, masquerade
He thought back to all those years of fear and loneliness. The screams of terror, the mocking laughter, the humiliation. His eyes found the water beneath them and his grip tightened on the sides of the boat.
Hide your face so the world… will never find you…
A gentle hand touched his and drew his attention back to big blue eyes. She gave him an encouraging and comforting look, a small smile on her lips. His heart warmed and he silently thanked whatever force that gave him this angel. He reached up to gently brush hair out of her face and let his hand trail down her cheek. "Elsa… I love you," he said genuinely.
Her breath hinged and her eyes widened, but she smiled and moved closer to him, sitting directly across from him now, still holding hands.
Say you'll share with me one love one lifetime.
He returned her smile and squeezed her hands in his own.
Say the word and I will follow you.
She leaned forward in her seat.
Share each day with me, each night, each morning…
He raised his hand and cupped her face, bringing hers closer to his and make their foreheads touch in an intimate moment.
You alone can make my song take flight…
It's over now the music of the night.