A/N: I know brief chapter last… sorries. And I know… sudden ending…. But I really tried to leave that chapter just as her dream and give a little history of her and the Opera house and the relations. I really am sorry if I am confusing anyone… or if my writing is just… ick, I just can't get on the computer and type sometimes and I run blanks. I know what I want to happen I just don't know how to lead up to what I want to happen… Anyways, here's your chapters, and feedback is always welcome… please keep it constructive… and don't hurt my feelings too much if you feel the need to…
Chapter 3
I looked around the dark room. There seemed to be no one there, but I swore I felt a presence and eyes watching me. I tried ignoring it and thought I'd look around the room. It was quite elegant, but dark and lonely. The bed itself was covered in dark red and black sheets and blankets. There was a dresser and a vanity. It was as if this room was pre-made for someone - a woman. I saw a wooden wardrobe in the corner next to a large mirror. I walked over and opened one the doors, the hinge squeaked a little and I glanced behind thinking that someone was around me making me feel like I had to be cautious. Inside the wardrobe were some of the most elegant dresses I have ever seen outside of the operas I've seen. They were mostly black, when I held up one up to my figure and stepped in front of the mirror a sudden hand snatched the dress away.
"Who do you think you are? Rummaging through things that do not belong to you!" The Opera Ghost screamed. I was still scared stiff from the shock and stood there blankly with a slight confused look on my face. "Are you hearing me clearly? Stay out of things that you should not be into unless I give any permission, which is highly doubtable!" He continued to scream, but all I could do was stare into his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that lured me in and captured me, yet filled with suffering and pain, I couldn't escape the stare. The Opera Ghost looked at me anger rising in his tone trying to avoid eye contact, "What are you staring at!" I finally replied, broken of my trance, "I-I'm sorry, I was just, I didn't think…" "That's right you did not think at all!" He interrupted. By now I was snapped back into reality and sudden anger and disappointment rose in me, and I couldn't control it. "What do you expect me to do then? It wasn't like I was harming anything! What am I suppose to do down here, in this dark and gloomy hell. I didn't mean to get stuck down here, if I really knew what kind of-of monster you were, I would have never came down here!" Sudden and violent anger burst through The Opera Ghost. His face turned red, his eyes - his alluring eyes, filled with anger, yet hurt. I really didn't mean anything by it; I just didn't know how to react to his sudden enragement. I never really thought about what I said before I spoke… foolish me.
The Opera Ghost with a wave of his black cloak disappeared. I was left there, in the room to sit and think back on what just happened. I heard the organ in the main room playing fierce music. The music even with all its hostility was beautiful in its own way surrounding you with its emotion and feeling. It must have been him, venting any anger. Fearing I would anger him more if I went out there, I stayed in the room. My stomach yearning for something to fill it, but all I could do was fill it with tears. For all I did was cry and think of what was to come. I either cried myself to sleep, or I was so hungry I passed out, because then all I remember was drifting out of consciousness.