It's Not Over Now, the Music of the Night
Chapter 2
by Prey
Erik slowly turned around. The girl was sitting up and staring at him. She looked scared. Erik smiled hoping to ease the girl's fear.
"Good evening, Madame," said Erik, "I am…well...I'm…"
"Erik," interrupted the girl.
"How did you know!" yelled Erik. Suddenly he was in a rage. "However you found out, I don't care. Just remember one thing, I own this opera house! So don't go poking you nose around here if you don't know where you're going!" hissed Erik. He turned around once more and left through the mirror.
(Rachel's POV)
Rachel was very stunned and just stared as Erik left her dressing room. Suddenly Rachel came back to reality. She walked over to her dresser to get ready for her first practice that evening just before dinner.
When she got to practice, Rachel heard maniacal laughter coming from a dark corner in the back of the room. She turned to see an old friend, Estee in a straight-jacket staring at a shiny spoon. "Must get shiny spoon!" screamed Estee.
"That girl went to a nearby hospital for the crazy, but she winded up coming here," said a voice beside Rachel. "People say the Opera Ghost likes her hear because he can talk to her and she listens to him." Rachel turned to see one of the dancers.
"Alright ladies," called Madame Giry, "let's practice!"
(Erik's POV)
Erik walked to his lair. He was angry, but soon became saddened. 'What have I done?' thought Erik, 'What will she think of me? Oh, how I wish I could take back my words. What will I do now? Now that I have said that, will she think of me as everyone else? Or will she still care for me? God, why do you do this to me! I hate myself so much right now!'
Erik then remembered the practice that evening. He quickly headed to Box 5 to watch. He looked at the girl he had talked to earlier and followed her gaze. She was watching the only other person who cared about him, Estee, and she was crazy!
Erik looked back to Rachel to see a dancer speaking to her. He scowled thinking she had made a friend who would tell her bad thing about him. He didn't want that. He wanted to have a friend (one that wasn't crazy of course) or maybe even someone to love him.
(Rachel's POV)
After dinner Rachel made her way towards the dressing room. She quickly changed into her night gown and got into bed. She heard footsteps approaching the mirror. Rachel silently started to sing, but not too quiet that Erik couldn't hear her.
"In
sleep he sang to me
in dreams he came
That voice which calls
to me
and speaks my name
And do I dream again
for now I
find
the phantom of the opera is there
Inside my mind"
After she finish a very masculine singing voice answered her.
"Sing
once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows
stronger yet
And though you turn from me
to glance behind
The Phantom of the opera is there
inside YOUR mind"
Erik stepped out from the mirror and walked over to Rachel. "I'm sorry about earlier. I just get angry easily. Please…please be my friend."
"I will, but what do you have to hide under your mask?" asked Rachel as she stood up to face Erik. Erik's eyes glimmered with anger and resentment. Rachel reached up to take away his mask and reveal the truth.
(Erik's POV)
Erik grew mad at what she had said. The girl reached up as if to take away his mask, but Erik grabbed her wrist and held it firmly. He noticed it was small compared to his large hand.
"Why do you do these things? You are just like the rest. You want to find out what is under my mask and when you do you run away in fear or hunt me down. Because of this no one could love me. I am a monster."
"Erik, anyone can be loved no matter what they look like…"
"Could you love a monster that looks like this?" interrupted Erik while tearing away his mask. He noticed that the girl neither tuned away nor yelled in horror. She just stared at his deformed face as if he was normal.
Erik let go of the girl's wrist. She raised her hand up and gently ran her hand along the rough texture. "It's beautiful, you're beautiful" she said. Erik smiled lovingly at her. 'This girl sees past my horror and instead looks into my soul. This is the girl I have been waiting for, but I need to know her name.'
"What is your name, girl?"
"My name is Rachel."
"What a pretty name. I love your voice. It is the voice of an angel."
"That may be, Erik, but you have the beauty of an angel." With that Erik turned away and left through the mirror.
(Rachel's POV)
Rachel watched Erik leave and got back into bed once more. She soon fell asleep.
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