Chapter 2 Brother?

Alexandria had left Erik to sleep and made her way up to the stage. At that time of night, everyone had left or returned to their dormitories in the opera house.. The only ones left were the ones who lived in the opera house, which was not many. Alexandria walked out to center stage and looked on at all the empty seats. Silence. She had come here to think. She had grabbed the opera the Erik was writing. All she wanted was to help him figure out the ending. Or was there not to be one. She looked it over. Erik named it Don Juan. Alexandria began to hum the tune of act one to herself and began to sing a bit of it. She stopped herself she knew Erik would hear. Still she wanted to continue and she did. Alexandria dropped the opera and let the music consume her.

She let her cloak fall from her shoulders as she continued to sing. From act to act she sang.
"...no thoughts
within her head,
but thoughts of joy!
No dreams
within her heart,
but dreams of love!..."

Alexandria stopped for a moment and looked around the opera house she imagined a person filling each seat and were watching her intently. Alexandria looked up to Box 5 and saw her love, the composer of the opera. Erik. Alexandria smiled and continued to sing.

"… I have come here,
hardly knowing
the reason why . . ."

Alexandria closed her eyes, sang all parts from every act knowing all of the key and notes, and improved them in her own way. She made it like the opera was almost hers. She was not aware of the eyes watching her from the darkness. A tear made its way down the cheek of the watcher. Alexandria sang till the end, stopping when there was no more to sing. Alexandria opened her eyes and saw what she did not wish to see. All the seats of the opera house were empty as was Box 5. Of course, it was only a dream. Alexandria held back a sob as she sank to her knees. Tears streamed down her face.

"Please." Alexandria turned sharply to see a man watching her "Continue." Alexandria shook her head no and looked down at her hands in her lap.
"You always were shy about your voice." Alexandria looked questionably at the man who came in view.
"How would you know?" Alexandria asked as the man walked closer.
"You don't remember do you?"
"What is it that I should be remembering?" She asked as she stood and stepped back away from the man as he advanced.
"Your child hood and your brother." Alexandria's eyes widened.
"Brother?" The mans face came into full view. "James." Alexandria gasped and suddenly felt light headed. James came over and grabbed her to steady her. Slowly he lowed her to sit on the cold floor.
"Miss me dear sister." Alexandria looked into her brother eyes and smiled. James pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. "For I have missed you more than anything." He said as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. Alexandria did not want to let go. She could not. She had lost him once she was not going to loose him again.
"Are you in the opera little sister?" James said as he pulled away from her a gather the dropped opera. Alexandria's eyes widened and snatched the opera out of his hand.
"No." She said instantly "No I'm not." James smiled and laughed a little.
"Come on little sister you don't need to hide from me." Alexandria shook her head and looked up. Those eyes, they peered through the darkness and through her. Alexandria stood and grabbed her cloak from the floor and tried to escape. James grabbed her and pulled her back.
"Alexandria." He looked her into her eyes and saw fear. "What is it?"
"Let me go please." Alexandria almost sobbed.
"You sound as if singing this night has cursed you."
"Its has." Alexandria looked up into his eyes. "Let it be, never speak of this again." Alexandria tried to leave again and was only to be pulled back to him.
"I'm not letting you run not again." James almost yelled. Alexandria sobbed as she clutched the opera to her chest. James pulled her into her arms and held her.
"Your better than this little sister" Alexandria looked into his eyes.
"It seems I'm only good at running these days."
"Sing." James urged her "Show the world your talent."
Alexandria looked down and shook her head. It was hard to accept.
"Please let me go." Alexandria asked and he let her go. Alexandria began to walk but turned back. "Come back in the morning and I'll speak with you." James nodded and left the stage.
Alexandria began her journey back underneath the opera house she walked slowly towards her destination. She stopped short before the mirror that secretly lead to the home she shared with him. The ghost. Erik. Alexandria was trembling with fear. He had herd her sing his opera. He must be disappointed. Alexandria walked thought the mirror and lifted the red drape covering the mirror and saw Erik. He stood by his pipe organ. He turned when she entered. Alexandria still clutched the opera to her chest. She met his eyes and looked back down as she walked over to him. Looking up into his eyes she saw anger but there was something else. Alexandria handed him his opera. Erik looked down at his opera and back up at her in confusion.

Alexandria went to walk to her room but he stood in front of her. Alexandria sobbed and Erik dropped his opera to the ground and gathered him into her arms.
"You stole my opera." Alexandria knew she was in for it now. "You leave without me knowing." His voice kept getting sterner as he spoke. "Then go where anyone could hear it." Tears streamed down her face.
"And sing it like an angle." His voice was soft. Alexandria snapped her head up to see him smiling down at her. Alexandria sighed and smiled back. "I should have asked you to sing it for me before. Now I have and ending." Alexandria let out a rush of air, started to laugh lightly, and smiled. "Thank you" Alexandria looked back up at him. Erik pressed his lips to Alexandria's. She wrapped her arms around him as he deepened the kiss. He broke for air, looked into her eyes, and kissed her again.