A single sheet and kiss goodnight

Chapter 4

Authors Note: Alright I am terribly sorry this took so long to write! Really I am! I got a writers block half way through, but it's all gone now! I have almost the entire story mapped out in my head I just have to write it now! Please Read & Review (R&R)! I love comments! The more comments I receive, the more anxious I am to continue writing!


I did not return home until dawn. Knowing my parents, they were still in bed. I climbed back up the rope, pulling it in behind me. During the walk home I realized how tired I really was, and passed out on my bed after putting the rope away. My dreams once again reveal themselves to me.

I stood silently with my arms wrapped around myself. I shivered violently and opened my eyes slowly. Streaks of black and white, with a hint of gold flashed by my eyes. Random notes danced around the colours, but their sounds hurt my ears. Suddenly a flash of red flowed over everything, like blood. It held comfort for me, and warmth as my body relaxed. A soothing, tepid sensation wrapped my body as flames burst in a circle around me. Dropping quickly, I screamed until the white mask appeared, and a noose. It was wrapped around my throat as his face filled the black void behind the mask. I gasped and reached to him crying. His eyes stared into mine as the noose disappeared. Everything was gone as I stood there, alone and cold once more.

"Hun? Wake Up! You're shivering! What is wrong?" My mother asked frantically. My eyes opened slowly as she embraced me into a hug. I stared at her oddly as she rushed into a high-pitched squeak. "I was so worried! Your skin was pale, lips blue, and just shivering like crazy!" I raised my hand up to her lips to hush her.

"I am fine mother, relax. I left my window open and forgot to change. Sorry I worried you, fret no more." I was still very happy from my early morning adventure, but was left confused and bewildered about that dream. My mother was still clung to me as she began to whisper softly.

"I am so sorry about my horrid, sour mood. I should not have yelled at you so. You are a grown moan, a little childish at times, but I guess that's my fault for treating you like you were still my little baby." Her eyes were filled with pain, sorrow, and doubt. I hugged her, but said nothing.

We sat there in silence, in a mother-daughter embrace. I could feel my mother's heart beat, as it nearly matched mine. I shut my eyes and imagined it was him I was embraced with. My body shivered once more, but not from the cold, from the ecstasy I received just by thinking of him. I was determined to make him mine, for I was already his for the taking.

My day went on as normal, chores, chores, and more chores. Rather boring if you think about it. I had to restrain myself from thinking about Erik as I worked, for he was a massive distraction. While daydreaming once time as I washed the dishes, I dropped more then half the plates on the floor because my mind was completely consumed by him. He was a drug, one that I was highly addicted to.

The day ending horribly long, my mind ached and craved for when I could sleep once more, and have those pleasant thoughts of my phantom, Erik. I had gotten into the habit of calling him mine, which seems silly. I laugh lightly at myself each time I do so, although it has a nice ring to it. My Phantom, I thought once again and smiled. He made me all giddy, but my mother once again interrupted my thoughts.

"Darling, I have good news to make up for last night!" She said, smiling brightly. I said nothing but stared at her curiously. "Your father is already trying to pull some strings to get us into the Masquerade Ball! Even though the rehearsals have not started yet!" My mother laughed cheerfully to herself as she grabbed my hands and danced around. She adored the opera, probably where my passion came from. However, I think my passion for my frequent visits to the Opera Populaire was indeed enhanced with the pleasure of my discovery.

My mother had started to ramble off about something else now as I walked into the living room. This is where I was, in my earlier dream of Erik. I sat down on the couch, as I inattentively gazed out the window. I sat there an hour at least, as my father then came up and joked.

"If you sit there any longer, you'll collect dust! Come, have dinner with us. You will turn old just sitting there!" He smiled. I signed heavily as I then stood up and ventured to the dining table.

After dinner I retreated to my room, and sat on the windowsill. Past the little gathering of trees, and buildings I could faintly see the top of the Opera Populaire. I would visit again once more, and many times after that. I could feel that Erik was up to something, and I wanted to be a part of it. Tonight was not a night for wondering; I was far too tired and crawled into my bed. As I drifted off to sleep, the music from his powerful organ danced through my ears. I slept with a smile.

The dream I had the night before repeated itself in my dreams. The black and white; the gold and red; the dreadful rope around my neck. It bewildered me once more when I awoke. I managed to obtain a lot of sleep, and I knew I would see him again tonight.

My mother was dancing around the house once more, humming opera tunes. I found it rather amusing to watch her attempt the dances, and fail miserably. My father and I would mock her for jokes, she did not care.

Hours later, another boring day had it been. Tonight shall be better, yes. Should I leave now? Well before dark? I think I will. I went up to my mother and said I was going to a friend's house, and would be home very, very late and not to wait up. She was very gullible and believed me as I ran off towards the Opera Populaire. A large smile was written on my face as I hurried over to my secret entrance. I needed to hear his music once more, and I dashed off to the passageway behind the mirror.

As I walked down the darkened corridor, I heard the organ playing, bursting powerful notes from its pipes. My body shuddered in delight as I continued over. My body was filled with joy to see the mirror was uncovered, so I watched him. Erik sat there at his organ, playing heavy notes of seduction. My heart began to throb desperately as I leaned against the mirror, and shut my eyes. This was heavenly, pure ecstasy. I hummed along with the tune slightly, seeing as it was Don Juan, and I had briefly memorized portions of it. My eyes then shot open as I heard him starting to sing.

"Past… the Point of No Return, no backward glances." He sang in a low, deep and powerful voice. "Our games of make belief are at an end. Past all thoughts of 'if' or 'when', no use resisting. Abandon thought and let the dream descend." His voice was magical, and made me melt. I started to breath heavily as he continued.

"What raging fires shall flood the soul

What rich desire unlocks its door

What sweet seduction lies before us?"

His voice devoured my mentality as it took all my energy just to remain standing. My eyes remained locked on him, as he ascended from his seat and began to walk around as he continued singing.

"Past the point of no return

The final threshold

What warm unspoken secrets

Will we learn

beyond the point of no return?"

His body swayed majestically, as if he was dancing with someone else. How I longed to be in his sweet embrace, and dance the forbidden dance with him. I nearly clawed at the mirror with anxiety. He abruptly stopped dancing and cursed loudly, knocking things off a table. I lightly gasped as stepped back, still watching him.

"If only she was here… to complete my masterpiece!" He roared in anger. My heart softened for him as I stroked where his face was on the mirror. I wanted to comfort him, and complete his masterpiece with him. I knew better though, that he was speaking of Miss Christine Daae. How I wished I could be her, to be wanted by this magnificent creature of the night.

I still watched him as he stormed around the lair, leaving a trail of destruction behind him. I stood there silently, hoping he would settle into sleep soon so I could step out. I quickly stepped back as I saw him coming up to the mirror. I covered my mouth, as to refrain from making noise as he put his hand up to the mirror. His face was filled with anger and hatred, uncovered by a mask. My body weakened in sympathy for him. I reached my hand out to place over his, but he stepped back and retreated to his bed. I signed heavily, and waited a while before leaving the imprisonment of the mirror.

Standing in the open now, I got the full view of disaster he had created. It was large, but nothing was horribly damaged, merely knocked over and out of place. Without knowing it, I started to pick some things up, and put them back in place. It did not take long at all, and I had not noticed I did it until afterwards and I laughed in my head. Smiling to myself for feeling silly, I wondered over to his organ and viewed the sheet music. The lyrics that he was singing were inscribed on there. I noticed he had wonderful penmanship as I glanced over the sheets. Christine's name was written on there, the part where he had stop singing. A wicked idea came to mind as I grabbed a blank piece of parchment and began to copy out Don Juan for my own uses. Seeing how long it was, I knew I wouldn't get it all done tonight and would have to return many times to finish the copying. I did not mind coming back as I gradually finished off the first page.

Assuming that time was late, I decided to say my farewells to my beloved Erik before I departed. Wondering over to his bed, I pulled the rope to raze up the black covering and sat down beside him. I caressed his hair and cheek as I softly sang my little poem to him once again. I leaned in and softly kissed him once again, adoring the feel of his lips against mine. "Goodnight my sweet phantom" I whispered in his ear before I stood up, and pulled the rope once more. As the black drapes came down, I turned and departed, taking the single sheet of music with me.


Authors Note: Alright, I'm pleased with how this ended and I hope the next chapter works out as planned! You are all in for a big surprise in the end, and you shall ALL love it! Or else you shall all die… BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA