She was like an angel. She was so beautiful her face so radiant, as was his bride to be. Her fair skin gittered like ivory under the stage lights in a contrast to her long lustrious dark brown hair.Her lush rosy lips parted in song, and a pair of hazel eyes kissed her pink cheeks that blushed with passion as she sang.
A possesiveness stirred within him as he locked his very eyes apon the young girl who so shyly took the stage. He brought a trembeling hand to his face to ease the pain of his broken memories, ressureted by this girl.
It had been 10 years past sience the death and decease of his bride to be,Cristine diaae.
He,the phantom, the monster had cast himself into the deepest shadows of the theatre,destroying his music, the shelter for his very being. He had let him self suffer imagining his love dead and withering away to nothing. Yet he could not die, and he could not live. He was doomed to wander in a hell re-living her last kiss again and again.Until at a moment he was convinced who could ever love a monster so disfigured as he.The pangs in his heart and grieving agony had lead him self to insanity.
The Opera house had been rebuilt and he had wandered for the longest time in Perisian opera houses and among shadows.He composed in that period of great mourning, his song was inhumanly powerful.
Driven by his past into the fathoms of the new Opera Popularie,his lair she sang a song that lifted him from the ground. He hoped for his body that would die nor age to no avail. The angelic pircied the sinous. A ray of light brought him forth to belive it was Cristine.Eriks soul was dismantled when he discovered it wasnt so.
He hated her with such enmity ,and yet he loved her so he wanted to take her,seduce her with song.He watched her and he knew. This time he would prize her for all eternity. This time he would see to it she would be the last one,the only one standing when the curtain fell agape.
Tearing in a pain of the soul he uncluched a red rose that from above the stage, and fluttered by her bare ankles. She glanced around in confusion and gentley clutched the rose to her chest. A small smile played across her lips as she ran her fingers along the petals. At last some one appriciated her blossoming talent how ever the young and seemingly imperfect performance of a fifteen year old.
Rosae Chagny lingered in admiration in which the Phantom savored every second. She stood before an empty stage and curtsied to the person who had obviously watched.
She felt the presence and it calmed her fear had not come to mind.She sat humbly on the very edge of the set the theatres ellegance and captivating beauty both haunting and enchanting her.
The mural depicted on the wall was of the skies and seamed to soar to the chandalier caked with glittering crystals and layered to the heavens in gold. It bathed the entire theatre in a golden light. The seates were drawn in a ritch red velvet as her blood, ruby red rose. Dark woods washed the theatre in older times while Cherubs lined the walls flickering in a daunting candel light.She sat nochalant watching light from candelabraes so eleoquently protruding from the silence.
"ROSETTE", errupted a voice from behind her.
A aged man with furrowed brows and a twisted black moustache waved his hands dramaticly.
"You act as though you own this opera house!"
"YOU ARE A SIMPLE AND EXTREMLY LUCKY EXTRA, AND CHOURUS MEMBER I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOU IN HERE AGAIN APON NO REHERSAL TIMES!".
" IS THAT CLEAR!"
He struck her arm roughly leading her away from the stage.
Rosae hung her head her cheeks flaming.
"yes sir I apologise greatly"
With that she ran off in a disgrace. She was hurt by his words ,but little did that horrid man forsee those words would be his last .
A tragic death had taken place at the grand opera house...a corspe found in the box seat seemingly un-hurt but never the less lifeless.
The greving was un-barebly short but the worrying prolonged.
Backstage two tears pricked at Rosettes misty eyes and rolled on to her skirts.
Night had fallen the cast had stopped there paraeding rehersals and all was at rest. Set pieces cast shadows in the bitter dark and Rosae began to run. She slowly turned to climb the rickety stairs to her dressing room.
Suddenly she heard the shuffling of foot steps on the floor.Rosae quickly ducked under the stair well.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN JAZELLE RAN AWAY?"
Jazelle...Where had she heard that name before? Of course! The star of the show she was playing the role of Puarle,the angel,the gyspy, and godess of song!...She winced and strained her ears to the floor boards.
Angry voices rose through the roof of the first floor box office
"Sorry sir"... "She swore on her grave she would not return."
"I sware she was bewitched,piped a quivering voice".
"BEWITCHED!" "What can become of this!",screamed the manager Monsieur Duprie in a fit of hysterics.
A few ticket officers and coat assistants strained their ears as well.
"I...I dont know sir"! Meg Giry threw up her wrinkled hands."I do not know"..."When I was young my mother had told me stories.."
"That is simply an idocicy of a tale" " Unless you wanted to be escorted off these premises as a dance teacher than you shall remain only that and not speak of it,He retorted hischest swelling like a swallows.
The assistant manger had now taken the place of his buisness partner and felt he must add his word."My god Duprie the performance is in a few weeks time...get a hold on your self the assiastant added"."The last thing this opera needs is for you to fall dead as well!"
"Iverto it is the Daae's curse" Giry glanced around pulling the assistant aside. "embrace it and fear it", she warned and with that the sound of catious foot steps died away.
Rosae was egar to learn the secreats that the opera held for her to uncover.
She fumbled around the halls and grabbed a candle dimly burning on a near by table. She was not about to return to the actresses sleeping quarters but rather to explore the deathly silent corridors.Curiousity misted her good judgement as she stepped into the blunt darkness. Her silk under dress fluttered behind her red carpets unfurled and twisted every which way leading to darkness.
She aimlessly wandered about the theatre holding her candel up to plaques and objects in the shadows.Rosae strolled about until something she uncovered left her mouth agape. That something she had been searching for.She held the light up closer to the portrait and read aloud.
"Cristine Diaae singer of a thousand angels" "The many a dissappearence of the diva had astounded all". Happily married to the Vicomete Raoul de Chagny". "As of produced airs that remains quite a mystery"."Her voice shall echo through the halls of the opera for all eternity".
She gasped in suprise, almost sending the floors alight. The candel stick clattered to the floor and snuffed out as it rolled along in the silence. Her fathers name had been Raoul Chagny! Rosae was a certain she was a Daae! Her realations with Cristine were that she was her own mother!
Rosae dropped to her knees incapable of standing. She was quite suprised, after all, she had never evenknown anything of her mother! She had inquired about her to meg whom simply said she had no earthly idea. Rosae knew that she had gone several times away to visit Cristines Daaes grave. A melancholy of anger, and determined emotions washed over her very pensive frame of mind.There had to be reason for the lies she had been told, and she could not be satsified until all truths were reaveled to her!
