A/N- Hi! I am tryin' my best to do good chappies...I know that the past few
chappies were kinda pointless and weird...sorry...I am thinkin' of ending it
soon...it's reachin' it's climax, and I know I'm ending it soon and the
chappies weren't long, but it all takes place in one day! Give me a break!
I am going to try my best to make it last until chappie 15...sorry I'm
cuttin' it short! Oh well...another fanfic is on the way! R&R!
X.
She heard the violin music. The sweet lullaby was beautiful. Where was it coming from? Who was playing it? Surely the Opera Theatre had closed down a year ago. There was no way that it could still be running with all the bad publicity that it earned. The managers were clearly run out of business. Though the violin music continued to play. She wondered, and then wandered. She had to find out where the music was coming from. Christine looked up at the Opera Theatre again before moving inside the large doors.
She looked around the interior of the lobby. The red carpeted floors had begun to fade. The desk for buying tickets was covered in dust. A few programs were scattered around. The lights above her were hidden beneath curtains of cobwebs, but she could see they had lost none of their grandeur. She heard the violin music still playing. She continued on.
The marble steps leading to the theatre were dusty and full of sod. She remembered that it had been raining that night. Apparently, many people had mud on their feet. The golden railings were faded, though still gleaming. As her fingers trailed along the gold, she left tiny fingerprints. She walked up the stairs. Her heels made a soft clunking noise as she made her way up. The clunking echoed, and the violin persisted. At the top of the stairs she paused. She knew that she must continue on, but she paused for a moment, remembering that particular spot. She did not know why until she looked at her surroundings. It was the way to the boxes. She stood stiffly in her position for a moment before turning slowly to her left and looking at the sign that said 'Box 5'. She looked up at the stairs leading up to the box she recalled more than any box. She listened for the violin music to give her strength. She had hoped that the violin music was not coming from there. Much to her relief, it was not. The violin continued the lullaby and she continued her way down the staircase.
The staircase was a fond memory of Christine's. She had always loved watching the ballet rats sitting on it and talking, Meg most prominent of them all, telling stories of the Opera Ghost. Christine had known of the subject of many of their conversations, though she slightly recalled their paused whispering whenever she grew near of them. As she continued on, she looked down at the marble beneath her footsteps. Amidst the clunking of her heels, she heard a different noise. A small crunch told her that she had stepped on something. She picked up the object and looked at it through the darkness. It was not broken, and she was glad it hadn't been. It was a chain, and on the chain was an engagement ring. It was the engagement ring from Raoul. Erik must have dropped it at the Masquerade after he ripped it from her thought. She remembered the night Raoul had proposed to her. It had been so romantic. That was those glorious six months when they didn't have to worry about Erik. She was so eager to become Christine de Changy she had begged Raoul to let them get married that very day. Raoul had wanted to wait until the 'right time' as he had said. He wanted her to have the best wedding in Paris. So she waited, and waited, and waited. Then, Erik had appeared again with his 'Don Juan Triumphant' and the trap was set. And Raoul ended up dead...
Her thoughts trailed off as she heard the violin shift songs. It was no longer a soft lullaby, it was a tune she had known well. She started to sing.
"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 a merry-go-round...
In an inhuman race...
Eye of gold...
Thigh of blue...
True is false...
Who is who...?
Faces...
Drink it in, drink it up...
'Till you drown in the light, in the sound..."
"But who can name the face?", said a familiar voice. Christine turned around and saw no one. She was alone.
She continued down the staircase while putting the chain around her neck. It sparkled. When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she took a good look at the theatre. Some of the chairs were uprooted, some were ripped open, and some were not even there. The chandelier was not there. Erik must have torn it down after she had left. She heard the violin music, a lullaby again, and continued on. Before she left, she looked around the room again. She paused, then started walking faster towards the music, not looking back. The color had faded from many things at the Opera Theatre, but it had not faded from the golden eyes of Erik.
A/N- I am not updatin' 'till at least two weeks...sorry! I have Championship Swimming tomorrow, then the Awards Banquet the next day, and then I got to WRITE the darn chappie, then I am gettin' my tonsils out! Wish me luck...with everythin'...luv y'all!
X.
She heard the violin music. The sweet lullaby was beautiful. Where was it coming from? Who was playing it? Surely the Opera Theatre had closed down a year ago. There was no way that it could still be running with all the bad publicity that it earned. The managers were clearly run out of business. Though the violin music continued to play. She wondered, and then wandered. She had to find out where the music was coming from. Christine looked up at the Opera Theatre again before moving inside the large doors.
She looked around the interior of the lobby. The red carpeted floors had begun to fade. The desk for buying tickets was covered in dust. A few programs were scattered around. The lights above her were hidden beneath curtains of cobwebs, but she could see they had lost none of their grandeur. She heard the violin music still playing. She continued on.
The marble steps leading to the theatre were dusty and full of sod. She remembered that it had been raining that night. Apparently, many people had mud on their feet. The golden railings were faded, though still gleaming. As her fingers trailed along the gold, she left tiny fingerprints. She walked up the stairs. Her heels made a soft clunking noise as she made her way up. The clunking echoed, and the violin persisted. At the top of the stairs she paused. She knew that she must continue on, but she paused for a moment, remembering that particular spot. She did not know why until she looked at her surroundings. It was the way to the boxes. She stood stiffly in her position for a moment before turning slowly to her left and looking at the sign that said 'Box 5'. She looked up at the stairs leading up to the box she recalled more than any box. She listened for the violin music to give her strength. She had hoped that the violin music was not coming from there. Much to her relief, it was not. The violin continued the lullaby and she continued her way down the staircase.
The staircase was a fond memory of Christine's. She had always loved watching the ballet rats sitting on it and talking, Meg most prominent of them all, telling stories of the Opera Ghost. Christine had known of the subject of many of their conversations, though she slightly recalled their paused whispering whenever she grew near of them. As she continued on, she looked down at the marble beneath her footsteps. Amidst the clunking of her heels, she heard a different noise. A small crunch told her that she had stepped on something. She picked up the object and looked at it through the darkness. It was not broken, and she was glad it hadn't been. It was a chain, and on the chain was an engagement ring. It was the engagement ring from Raoul. Erik must have dropped it at the Masquerade after he ripped it from her thought. She remembered the night Raoul had proposed to her. It had been so romantic. That was those glorious six months when they didn't have to worry about Erik. She was so eager to become Christine de Changy she had begged Raoul to let them get married that very day. Raoul had wanted to wait until the 'right time' as he had said. He wanted her to have the best wedding in Paris. So she waited, and waited, and waited. Then, Erik had appeared again with his 'Don Juan Triumphant' and the trap was set. And Raoul ended up dead...
Her thoughts trailed off as she heard the violin shift songs. It was no longer a soft lullaby, it was a tune she had known well. She started to sing.
"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 a merry-go-round...
In an inhuman race...
Eye of gold...
Thigh of blue...
True is false...
Who is who...?
Faces...
Drink it in, drink it up...
'Till you drown in the light, in the sound..."
"But who can name the face?", said a familiar voice. Christine turned around and saw no one. She was alone.
She continued down the staircase while putting the chain around her neck. It sparkled. When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she took a good look at the theatre. Some of the chairs were uprooted, some were ripped open, and some were not even there. The chandelier was not there. Erik must have torn it down after she had left. She heard the violin music, a lullaby again, and continued on. Before she left, she looked around the room again. She paused, then started walking faster towards the music, not looking back. The color had faded from many things at the Opera Theatre, but it had not faded from the golden eyes of Erik.
A/N- I am not updatin' 'till at least two weeks...sorry! I have Championship Swimming tomorrow, then the Awards Banquet the next day, and then I got to WRITE the darn chappie, then I am gettin' my tonsils out! Wish me luck...with everythin'...luv y'all!