A/N: Really short chapter. Sorry. To SpellsoftheVeil: Thank you so much for reviewing my story!
Chapter Three
"Calling, calling"
Claire exited L'Opera House and into the empty street. She knew she had to hurry home back she couldn't stop herself from standing and looking up at the once grand Opera House. Its windows boarded up, dirt and grime clinging to the fire-damaged outer walls, the stairs leading up to its rotting oak doors were covered in filth, yet Claire could still see its former beauty.
The wind swirled around her picking up her cloak and tangling it round her frail form. The wind hissed, and moaned, its breath sending chills down Claire's spin but she could not move form her spot. She kept staring fixatedly at the Opera House. The wind seemed to be pushing her back towards the Opera House. Before she knew what happened she was standing before the decaying doors her hands on the handles. She pushed the doors open as soon as she was inside they closed as if commanded behind her. The wind was gone now that she inside. What was she doing there? She had to get home! Then something interrupted her thoughts. It was a soft sound...a Violin. It sounded as though the Violin was crying, wiping, moaning in pain. Claire found herself moving towards the entrances to the Boxes once again. She was drawn to the sound, that magical Violin!
She was standing in the middle of Box Five again the Violin's song was all around her. She opened her mouth and,
"In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
The voice which calls to me..."
The music abruptly stopped. A chill began to fill the room. Claire shivered as she say her white breath rise before her. And then she heard a soft voice speak in her ear,
"You have the voice of an Angel."