A/N: I don't own any of these characters, save Minuet 'cus I made her up,
but not the others, or the story, or music, etc. If I did own Erik, I
probably wouldn't be here, now would I?
Chapter 1
"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes, and stirs imagination..."
'Wonder what Erik would say if he heard me singing that.' I thought. 'Oh well. Where is he anyway? He should have been home by now...oh great.'
Sitting by the portcullis near the lake, gazing at the water, I was waiting for my older brother (half-brother, but let's not get technical) to come home, if you can really call it a home. We live under the Opera Populaire in Paris, on the little island on the underground lake. The lake was there as the result of an accident from when the Opera House was built. Something about the pipes bursting and flooding the basement. I don't exactly know how the island got there, but I don't think it's that important. I named our little island Le Isla de Muerta. Erik thought that was funny. He built our home himself. Not much of a home, but it's ours. I'm not complaining. As I sat there, I noticed there were ripples splashing at the bank on the lake, but I had yet to catch sight of the boat with Erik in it. If I can see ripples in the water before my brother that means he's rowing very hard, which means he's in a foul mood again. I guess I'll have to calm him down before he gets really pissed and starts mouthing off at me. At this point, I don't take it personally because he always says he's sorry afterwards, but it does get pretty annoying. I sighed, got up, went over to my piano, and sat down. I began to play and sing when I caught sight of the boat.
"Qui c'e il buio fuori di me, ed anche un po dentro di me, che assurdita questa chitta senza persone!"
I had heard this song in one of the operas that had been performed in the Populaire and I had liked and gotten hold of the music. And by that, I mean I stole it. No one missed it, so Erik said it was okay. I wasn't singing this time because I felt like it, I was singing because that was the fastest way to get Erik to cool down. I could hear him coming through the portcullis now. No matter what he does to it, I can always hear that thing open and close. I find this useful, because I can always tell when Erik is coming and going, so I haven't said anything about it. Erik got out of the boat and walked over to me quietly, not wanting to disturb me or give me a reason to stop. I was almost done anyway.
"Il silenzio morira, la genta che c'e si confondera. E alla luce di quell sole, io contiuero a cercare te!"
I turned and there was total silence for a moment, save the last notes of the song still dying away, and then Erik spoke,
"You knew I was in a foul temper, I take it?" he asked.
"Don't I always?" I replied.
Erik chuckled a little and said, "Yes you do. But what have I told you about answering a question with a question?"
"You told me that it's annoying, and that's exactly why I do it," I answered.
Erik laughed this time, walked over to me, and gave me a too-tight hug. Erik's hugs were always tight, but to that I just said, "Because my big brother's so strong, I am constantly smothered and crushed...with love."
"What got you so mad this time? Those imbecilic managers again?" I asked.
"What else? Those fools still choose to question me. Why, I even heard Box 5 may be sold this evening!" Erik responded, getting a little edgy.
"You're kidding! Again?" I asked, surprised at how stubborn these jackass excuses for managers were proving themselves to be. "You mean they haven't learned that you are in charge of this opera house?"
Erik smiled at me and replied, "It would appear to be that way. That will have to change. But also," he added, looking a little sorry, "I have to learn to control my temper. You always know when I'm angry now, but what if you don't for any reason? I know I've yelled at you before, but sorry isn't enough anymore. Minuet, I promise that I will do my best not to let my temper get the best of me."
"You know, I have been meaning to ask you to leave you anger outside the house from now on," I joked, earning a smile from Erik, "but, though sorry was enough before, it is nice to hear that you will attempt to control your hot-headed tendencies."
Erik just smiled at me. Then, without a word, he sat down at my piano and turned to look at me.
"Sing with me, Minuet," he said, as he began to play. I smiled, knowing that if anyone heard faint piano music and a male and female voice singing, they'd either attribute it to the Opera Ghost and one of his ingénues, or vow to give up the particular alcohol they'd been drinking, depending on how sober they were at the time. But I didn't care about what people thought. All I cared about was that Erik had asked me to sing with him. He hadn't done that since Christine went away with Raoul. Why she gave up Erik for that vacuous, pathetic idiot, I'm not sure, but that wasn't the important issue at the time. I intended to savor that moment, singing with Erik, and I wasn't going to let some stupid surfacing memories stop that. I began to sing.
"You have brought me to that moment where words run dry. To that moment where daylight dissolves into darkness. Darkness..."
Note: this is my first ever fanfic, so plz be nice with reviews! I'll post more if enough ppl like what I have thus far.
Chapter 1
"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes, and stirs imagination..."
'Wonder what Erik would say if he heard me singing that.' I thought. 'Oh well. Where is he anyway? He should have been home by now...oh great.'
Sitting by the portcullis near the lake, gazing at the water, I was waiting for my older brother (half-brother, but let's not get technical) to come home, if you can really call it a home. We live under the Opera Populaire in Paris, on the little island on the underground lake. The lake was there as the result of an accident from when the Opera House was built. Something about the pipes bursting and flooding the basement. I don't exactly know how the island got there, but I don't think it's that important. I named our little island Le Isla de Muerta. Erik thought that was funny. He built our home himself. Not much of a home, but it's ours. I'm not complaining. As I sat there, I noticed there were ripples splashing at the bank on the lake, but I had yet to catch sight of the boat with Erik in it. If I can see ripples in the water before my brother that means he's rowing very hard, which means he's in a foul mood again. I guess I'll have to calm him down before he gets really pissed and starts mouthing off at me. At this point, I don't take it personally because he always says he's sorry afterwards, but it does get pretty annoying. I sighed, got up, went over to my piano, and sat down. I began to play and sing when I caught sight of the boat.
"Qui c'e il buio fuori di me, ed anche un po dentro di me, che assurdita questa chitta senza persone!"
I had heard this song in one of the operas that had been performed in the Populaire and I had liked and gotten hold of the music. And by that, I mean I stole it. No one missed it, so Erik said it was okay. I wasn't singing this time because I felt like it, I was singing because that was the fastest way to get Erik to cool down. I could hear him coming through the portcullis now. No matter what he does to it, I can always hear that thing open and close. I find this useful, because I can always tell when Erik is coming and going, so I haven't said anything about it. Erik got out of the boat and walked over to me quietly, not wanting to disturb me or give me a reason to stop. I was almost done anyway.
"Il silenzio morira, la genta che c'e si confondera. E alla luce di quell sole, io contiuero a cercare te!"
I turned and there was total silence for a moment, save the last notes of the song still dying away, and then Erik spoke,
"You knew I was in a foul temper, I take it?" he asked.
"Don't I always?" I replied.
Erik chuckled a little and said, "Yes you do. But what have I told you about answering a question with a question?"
"You told me that it's annoying, and that's exactly why I do it," I answered.
Erik laughed this time, walked over to me, and gave me a too-tight hug. Erik's hugs were always tight, but to that I just said, "Because my big brother's so strong, I am constantly smothered and crushed...with love."
"What got you so mad this time? Those imbecilic managers again?" I asked.
"What else? Those fools still choose to question me. Why, I even heard Box 5 may be sold this evening!" Erik responded, getting a little edgy.
"You're kidding! Again?" I asked, surprised at how stubborn these jackass excuses for managers were proving themselves to be. "You mean they haven't learned that you are in charge of this opera house?"
Erik smiled at me and replied, "It would appear to be that way. That will have to change. But also," he added, looking a little sorry, "I have to learn to control my temper. You always know when I'm angry now, but what if you don't for any reason? I know I've yelled at you before, but sorry isn't enough anymore. Minuet, I promise that I will do my best not to let my temper get the best of me."
"You know, I have been meaning to ask you to leave you anger outside the house from now on," I joked, earning a smile from Erik, "but, though sorry was enough before, it is nice to hear that you will attempt to control your hot-headed tendencies."
Erik just smiled at me. Then, without a word, he sat down at my piano and turned to look at me.
"Sing with me, Minuet," he said, as he began to play. I smiled, knowing that if anyone heard faint piano music and a male and female voice singing, they'd either attribute it to the Opera Ghost and one of his ingénues, or vow to give up the particular alcohol they'd been drinking, depending on how sober they were at the time. But I didn't care about what people thought. All I cared about was that Erik had asked me to sing with him. He hadn't done that since Christine went away with Raoul. Why she gave up Erik for that vacuous, pathetic idiot, I'm not sure, but that wasn't the important issue at the time. I intended to savor that moment, singing with Erik, and I wasn't going to let some stupid surfacing memories stop that. I began to sing.
"You have brought me to that moment where words run dry. To that moment where daylight dissolves into darkness. Darkness..."
Note: this is my first ever fanfic, so plz be nice with reviews! I'll post more if enough ppl like what I have thus far.