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"I am like everyone else! Inside I am just like everyone else! Why can't people understand that?"
Erik
You will never know true happiness
until you have truly loved,
and you will never understand
what pain really is
until you have lost it.
by Anonymous
Magical Lovely, By Winter Rose
Chapter Three: Our Strange Duet
A hand caught her by the upper arm, paralyzed her. She could not scream, she could only wait and listen to the one that entrapped her.
"What are you doing here?" came a low toned, but furious, voice from behind her. Air flooded into her lungs as she broke through the unseen barrier. Instead of running in fear she turned abruptly to face the him. She knew it was the man from the night, she recognized his silk-lined voice.
"I believe, monsieur, that the better question would be why you were in my room last night?" she asked, a fire burning in her silver eyes.
He was entrapped by those silver eyes. They were like witches charms that ensnared any man that dared to glance into them. His hand tightened on her shoulder, when he saw her wince from it he withdrew his hand, feeling as if his hand had been burned.
"Non, mademoiselle," he said in perfect French, "it is you who has trespassed onto my territory, it is you who shall answer to me!" although the last word was just above a whisper it seemed to echo through the large space.
He watched as she folded her arms in defiance to his command. Her eyes became more lethal, more those of a woman than a child.
"Monsieur, I am sure we will get no where if you command me to answer to you," her chin came up an extra notch in a show of defiance.
"You will answer to me!" he said again. Not believing that this, weak, tiny, slip of a woman had the gall to defy him.
"So, it is to be war between us, monsieur?" she asked and suddenly he could not suppress a smile that slipped unguarded to his lips. He remembered speaking those exact words the fools that ran his theatre. The incredulous look that overcame her features because of his smile only made it harder for him to suppress it.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.
Off guard a reply stole thought her lips, "Serenity," her voice carried on the currents of the wind and to his ears.
"I'm sure it will be a pleasure, my lady Serenity," He replied as a cloud of smoke covered them. When it cleared she was once again in Christine's bed chamber. Glancing down, she noticed a red rose, with a black ribbon around its steam, at her feet. Gently she picked it up and let the perfume invade her senesces.
Smiling she whispered, "ahh, a romantic at heart, I see." Grasping the rose she went into the hall, it was empty, but sound from the stage echoed through it. The heels on her shoes clicked, as she walled to the stage, a smile gracing her lips.
He watched, from a dark corner in box five as she entered the stage. He noticed how Christine's face brightened when the woman showed up at the doorway. He saw the rose she held in her porcelain hands. Her eyes did not stay on Christine for long. She was looking into box five, again it seemed to him as if she knew he was there, as if she could see him. In reaction he sank deeper into the shadows.
When the rehearsals ended many of the dancers ran over to the silver haired woman. Joy obvious on their faces. She praised them, and lead Christine away, he turned from his hiding place and strode trough the halls. He entered his sanctuary and went to the mirror that was set in Christine's room. They entered it, smiling. Then Serenity spoke.
"Christine, I'm very sorry for my curtness this morning," she said.
"Oh! don't worry about it Sere, I understand, you were tired from your trip," Christine replied with a smile on her lips. Serenity smiled back.
"Christine may ask a favor of you?" Serenity asked as she sat on the bed.
"Of course! What is it"
"Well would you mind switching rooms with me?" she asked.
"Oh! But Sere your room is much grander than mine! Why would you want to switch." Christine exclaimed, then added. "But if it is what you want then I have no qualms of it!"
"Thank you, Little Lottie," Serenity replied hugging Christine.
"I must go now Sere, I'll see you at lunch, good bye!" Christine yelled while running out into the hall.
"You can come out now, monsieur," she directed her command to the mirror. Slowly it sled open and the man inside stepped out. Rage shining in his eyes.
