Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear in any of the versions of "The Phantom of the Opera". The lyrics that appear in this fiction are from Jekyll and Hyde, my obvious inspiration for this fiction. They do not belong to me. Though I wish every damn day that I had thought of it first. Really. Anyway, as previously stated in all other chapters... I only own Dawn and the plot idea.
-SOMEONE LIKE YOU-
...But I don't know quite where to start
Erik looked at Dawn across the library. They all had settled in for the evening. Both he and Christine were reading. Dawn however was making designs in the ashes by the fireplace. She looked forlorn and he immediately guessed the cause. She couldn't see what she was doing… she was ruining her designs and drawing over them.
He looked over at Christine and was surprised to find her watching Dawn with a sympathetic eye. She looked up and caught his gaze. It was then when they started to scheme.
It was time to pay Dawn back for all the good she's done them.
-*-
Dawn sat with Christine in the library later that week.
"Do you know where Erik is?" Dawn asked.
"Oh, he left earlier to run some errands…"
Dawn nodded, surprised he had left them alone.
"Would you like to come into my room? I just have to check to see if this clip looks good with this outfit."
Dawn froze. "No that's okay… I'll just… um… stay here."
Christine gave Dawn a peculiar look before she left the room. She didn't see Dawn slump in relief.
When Christine returned to the library, Dawn was gone.
-*-
"Dawn?" Erik called.
"Yes?" Dawn turned from the piano.
"Could you come in here for a moment? We're in the library."
Dawn got up and stumbled toward the library. When she entered, the confusion was written all over her face. A small hand grasped her own cold one and led her to a new seat.
"Christine? What's going on?"
"Here… let me help you." Christine said as she sat beside Dawn and moved her hand to some objects.
Dawn closed her eyes as she concentrated. She grasped a jar. She held it to her nose but she couldn't smell anything. She went to open the lid when she felt bumps on it. Braille! Carefully, she touched it. 'Purple'. Purple? Dawn's forehead wrinkled with her present confusion. She opened it up and carefully stuck her fingers inside. Her nose crinkled in concentration. It was… wet. She rubbed her fingers together and brought them to her nose. The fumes were alarming but… familiar…
Paint!
Her eyes shot open wide. She replaced the lid and put the jar back down. She felt along a shelf and discovered more jars. 'Red' 'Orange' 'Yellow'…
"What did you- how did-?"
"We wanted to give you something," Erik said.
"You don't need to give me gifts. Your friendship is all I need."
Christine and Erik smiled at each other. "We know. But… we thought that you might… appreciate this." Christine said.
"Oh," Erik added, "You might need these."
She felt a few thin objects press into her hand. The second she grasped them she knew that they were brushes.
In silence, Christine and Erik watched as Dawn rediscovered the wonder of painting that she had lost so many years ago.
-*-
Erik and Christine gazed upon her masterpiece. Since Dawn couldn't see, she forgot about painting actual things. She focused on her feelings and tried to paint them. She listened to her blood and did what it told her too. Her mind took a vacation as the picture formed. Erik watched from his seat, not moving. Christine's mouth opened with awe as something so raw, so powerful was slowly birthed before her.
When Dawn was finished, she stood back. This was when she would look at her work and analyze it for faults. But she couldn't. She closed her eyes and remembered what she had done. Piece by piece she had her painting before her, in her imagination. Dawn's legs gave out. Christine and Erik both stood quickly but when they rushed to her aid, they only found Dawn's smiling face.
"It's so beautiful…"
Christine and Erik exchanged a look of happiness before they congratulated Dawn on the mural.
When Christine returned to the world above, her smile was dazzling.
-*-
Thanks for the positive response. Although, if there is something you dislike, feel free to critize me. *winces* I'm going to regret that aren't I?
Jareth: *evil laugh*
CS: What are you doing here? This isn't a Laby fic, it's a phantom fic!
Jareth: I know. I'm going to take over the world.
CS: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, okay...
*Jareth scoffs, flips his hair, and walks past her in a huff. CS, however, sticks out her foot and trips him in his very expensive Armani boots and scuffs them. Jareth looks at her, looks at the scuff, and looks at the scrap on his poor widdle finger before he runs out crying*
CS: *sighs* Medic!
*Dr. Lecter comes on for a breif second, flashes the readers an evil smile, before following Jareth*
CS: *growls* Can't you people stay in your own fandoms? Gez, it's like I'm running a three ring circus! Can this get iany/i worse?
Raoul: *comes in dressed like some sort of Bozo the clown* Did someone say circus?
Erik: *bursts into hysterics*
CS: *slaps her head* No, Raoul...
Erik: *points and laughs at her*
CS: *glares at him* Put there's a monkey for you right there! *points to Erik*
Raoul: Yey, MONKEYS! *pounces on Erik*
Erik: No, God, please no! Anything but this! Anything but this!
CS: *evil laughter* So there IS going to be blood shed after all. This story is getting so mushy. Oy. Not my style. Maybe Erik should go insane and kill Christine for stealin' his man before running off with the fop?
Readers: *gasp of horror*
Erik: *starts to cry*
CS: *smirk* That's right. So you best be reviewin' unless you want Erik to find himself a new love interest. *glances at the men on the floor* I'm an evil bitch, aren't I?
-SOMEONE LIKE YOU-
...But I don't know quite where to start
Erik looked at Dawn across the library. They all had settled in for the evening. Both he and Christine were reading. Dawn however was making designs in the ashes by the fireplace. She looked forlorn and he immediately guessed the cause. She couldn't see what she was doing… she was ruining her designs and drawing over them.
He looked over at Christine and was surprised to find her watching Dawn with a sympathetic eye. She looked up and caught his gaze. It was then when they started to scheme.
It was time to pay Dawn back for all the good she's done them.
-*-
Dawn sat with Christine in the library later that week.
"Do you know where Erik is?" Dawn asked.
"Oh, he left earlier to run some errands…"
Dawn nodded, surprised he had left them alone.
"Would you like to come into my room? I just have to check to see if this clip looks good with this outfit."
Dawn froze. "No that's okay… I'll just… um… stay here."
Christine gave Dawn a peculiar look before she left the room. She didn't see Dawn slump in relief.
When Christine returned to the library, Dawn was gone.
-*-
"Dawn?" Erik called.
"Yes?" Dawn turned from the piano.
"Could you come in here for a moment? We're in the library."
Dawn got up and stumbled toward the library. When she entered, the confusion was written all over her face. A small hand grasped her own cold one and led her to a new seat.
"Christine? What's going on?"
"Here… let me help you." Christine said as she sat beside Dawn and moved her hand to some objects.
Dawn closed her eyes as she concentrated. She grasped a jar. She held it to her nose but she couldn't smell anything. She went to open the lid when she felt bumps on it. Braille! Carefully, she touched it. 'Purple'. Purple? Dawn's forehead wrinkled with her present confusion. She opened it up and carefully stuck her fingers inside. Her nose crinkled in concentration. It was… wet. She rubbed her fingers together and brought them to her nose. The fumes were alarming but… familiar…
Paint!
Her eyes shot open wide. She replaced the lid and put the jar back down. She felt along a shelf and discovered more jars. 'Red' 'Orange' 'Yellow'…
"What did you- how did-?"
"We wanted to give you something," Erik said.
"You don't need to give me gifts. Your friendship is all I need."
Christine and Erik smiled at each other. "We know. But… we thought that you might… appreciate this." Christine said.
"Oh," Erik added, "You might need these."
She felt a few thin objects press into her hand. The second she grasped them she knew that they were brushes.
In silence, Christine and Erik watched as Dawn rediscovered the wonder of painting that she had lost so many years ago.
-*-
Erik and Christine gazed upon her masterpiece. Since Dawn couldn't see, she forgot about painting actual things. She focused on her feelings and tried to paint them. She listened to her blood and did what it told her too. Her mind took a vacation as the picture formed. Erik watched from his seat, not moving. Christine's mouth opened with awe as something so raw, so powerful was slowly birthed before her.
When Dawn was finished, she stood back. This was when she would look at her work and analyze it for faults. But she couldn't. She closed her eyes and remembered what she had done. Piece by piece she had her painting before her, in her imagination. Dawn's legs gave out. Christine and Erik both stood quickly but when they rushed to her aid, they only found Dawn's smiling face.
"It's so beautiful…"
Christine and Erik exchanged a look of happiness before they congratulated Dawn on the mural.
When Christine returned to the world above, her smile was dazzling.
-*-
Thanks for the positive response. Although, if there is something you dislike, feel free to critize me. *winces* I'm going to regret that aren't I?
Jareth: *evil laugh*
CS: What are you doing here? This isn't a Laby fic, it's a phantom fic!
Jareth: I know. I'm going to take over the world.
CS: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, okay...
*Jareth scoffs, flips his hair, and walks past her in a huff. CS, however, sticks out her foot and trips him in his very expensive Armani boots and scuffs them. Jareth looks at her, looks at the scuff, and looks at the scrap on his poor widdle finger before he runs out crying*
CS: *sighs* Medic!
*Dr. Lecter comes on for a breif second, flashes the readers an evil smile, before following Jareth*
CS: *growls* Can't you people stay in your own fandoms? Gez, it's like I'm running a three ring circus! Can this get iany/i worse?
Raoul: *comes in dressed like some sort of Bozo the clown* Did someone say circus?
Erik: *bursts into hysterics*
CS: *slaps her head* No, Raoul...
Erik: *points and laughs at her*
CS: *glares at him* Put there's a monkey for you right there! *points to Erik*
Raoul: Yey, MONKEYS! *pounces on Erik*
Erik: No, God, please no! Anything but this! Anything but this!
CS: *evil laughter* So there IS going to be blood shed after all. This story is getting so mushy. Oy. Not my style. Maybe Erik should go insane and kill Christine for stealin' his man before running off with the fop?
Readers: *gasp of horror*
Erik: *starts to cry*
CS: *smirk* That's right. So you best be reviewin' unless you want Erik to find himself a new love interest. *glances at the men on the floor* I'm an evil bitch, aren't I?