A New Pupil
The Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber. Erik is the phantom's name from the original novel by Leroux. Melody is a character that I "made up" for the story.
I hope you like it )
Chapter 2
For the next week, Melody was forbidden to go outside, and all the doors were locked. Raoul and Christine kept an eye on her at all times. Melody asked every day if she could go out and sing. It was very hard for Christine to say no, but it was for her daughter's protection.
Christine tossed and turned all night long, at least Raoul could have a peaceful sleep. She kept recalling the day when she was brought down into Erik's lair, and how easily it was for her to fall in love with him. Melody is twelve years old. Christine was seven when she became his pupil, and around sixteen when his obsession began. She did not want this to happen to her. But Erik can not be controlled, and will always find a way. And if he is angry, he will lash out on anyone. Will Erik take Christine's daughter because he could not have her? Christine knows that she has a very poor relationship with her daughter, and if she were to explain why, Melody would not even take it into thought.
Another week has passed, and Raoul recieved a call, telling him that his dear aunt was dying, and she wanted to see Raoul one last time. Christine didn't know what to think of it. She wanted to come, but what about Melody? She can't leave the house, and Melody couldn't come with.
"I'll be gone for a day or two. Don't worry about me. Keep up what we have been doing for the past week, and everything will be fine."
Christine began crying again, "But Raoul..." Raoul pressed his finger on her lips.
His hands were cold, as he wasn't sure about leaving the house either. "Shh...Little Lotte, everything will be fine. I promise." He gave her a kiss on the cheek, smiled and walked out the door.
Christine slumped in the chair, and watched him drive away into the distance. All of the maids have a day off today, and the chefs won't be in until dinner time, and it was only noon. Christine was left with her daughter Melody. So she stood up, and went upstairs. "Melody, darling, would you like to color pictures or play a game?" Melody turned around from her doll set.
"I don't know..."
Christine sighed, "It will be fun, and we are the only one's home. Come on."
Melody huffed, as she dropped her dolls, and got up to get some paper, and colored pencils. She followed her mother down the steps, and they sat down at the table.
"What have you been doing in your room? Your father and I have only seen you out for dinner."
"I've been playing with my dolls since I am not permitted to go outside. What is the use of staying in, on a beautiful day like this?"
Christine sighed, "Melody, we don't want you outside, so we can see you."
Melody rolled her eyes. "Mother..."
Christine was starting to get upset, "Melody, please respect our wishes. If you don't like them, I'm sorry, but your father and I make the rules in this household. It is going to be a long summer, unless you find something else to do!"
Melody was shocked by how her mother reacted. Christine had never raised her voice at anyone before.
"Please..." Christine whispered, as she placed her hand on her daughter's little hand. Christine sat and watched Melody draw a picture. It was of musical notes, and insturments. "What a lovely picture. Shall we hang it up somewhere?"
Melody looked at her mother strangely. "No mother, it's for someone else..."
Christine was left with a blank expression on her face, as her daughter picked up the colored pencils and left to her room. Christine quickly got up, almost knocking over the chair. She dialed the number to reach Raoul.
"Hello. De Changy residents." someone answered.
"Is...is Raoul...there?" said Christine as she was violently shaking.
"Christine? What's wrong?" Raoul asked.
"Raoul...Raoul come home...come home!"
"Christine...calm down. What is the matter?"
Christine cleared her throat, and barely spit out the words, "Raoul...just come home."
Raoul was confused, "Christine, I will call you back later. They need me. Calm down, and remember, I love you, and I promise everything will be okay."
Christine shouted, "No Raoul...! Wait!" But he had already hung up. She set the phone down, and went to sit in the soft, velvet chair by the fireplace. She had her head cupped in her hands.