Erik led Monique to box five. He dimmed the lights out, and sat in the chair. He pulled out an extra chair carefully, and sat it next to him. He motioned for Monique to sit.
"Oh, thank you." She said politely. She sat down, and looked at the stage. It was a lot bigger then she realized, or perhaps it was just the fact that everyone was staring at her made everything so small. Probably that.
Next up was Beatrice. She had her world famous smile on, and was ready for her cue.
"The song I am about to sing, is something…came up with here." She said confidently. Monique rolled her eyes and looked at Erik. "What a great liar she is." She said dryly.
Never in my days,
Have my thoughts of you strAYED Away…
My love for you grows sTRONGly each time we PART…
By now, Monique was not only horrified by her mistresses singing, but she was also very angry. "Funny…that songs a lot like the song I came up with." She said softly to herself. Erik heard, and could take much more of the singing himself. He got up.
"I'll be back in a moment…" he said walking away. She watched him, and looked angrily back to Beatrice.
Longing to hear your FOOTstePs,
Longing for you to call MY naMMMMEE—ahhhhh!" Beatrice screamed as a light fell infront of her. Bayard took out his eye plugs, and walked back upon the stage. A letter flew down.
Beatrice caught it and shakily read it out loud.
Dear Miss Beatrice,
You have angered me with your attempts at singing. I suggest singing lessons, or do not sing at all.
Signed,
The Phantom
Back in box five, snickered, but not lightly. Erik returned to her side, and shined a smirk.
"Oh Erik! That was most hilarious. Did you see the look on her face? Oh it was to die for! Oh, I could kiss you!" she said with a light laugh. Erik wasn't going to admit it, but he wished she would. She sighed.
"Well, Beatrice is going to be back to the room soon. Would you please ex court me back?" she asked kindly. He nodded and held out his hand. She took it and smiled. Then lightly squeezed.
"Thank you. You really didn't have to do that." She said shyly. He smiled lightly.
"As one of your new friends, and a phantom of this opera…yes, I did have to." He said leading her into the darkness.
Erik couldn't remember the last time he felt so joyous holding someone's hand. It was true…he was beginning to get feelings for Monique, but he didn't want to rush. Only a year ago his heart was ripped out. Not literally of course, but if Erik knew the actual feeling of that, it probably would have felt the same. He couldn't say he loved Monique, seeing how they JUST met. He was defiantly a little infatuated. Though it startled him a little, how easily he was letting her in. It startled him also how he has somewhat trusted her already. How she trusted him so fast! How did she know he was leading her back to the mirror? He could be leading her to his torture chamber; to remain they're for eternity. These questions finally got to him. He stopped.
Monique noticed the stop, but didn't really stop. She sort of bunched into him a little, but not enough to move him much. She stepped back looked up to him.
"Why have you stopped?" she asked. He turned to stare at her for a moment.
"Do you trust me?" he asked looking away from her. She thought for a moment.
"Yes, why do you ask?" she asked trying to look at him.
"Why? Why so easily?" he said completely turning around. She thought again for another moment.
"I suppose for many reasons. One being I can sometimes tell when someone is lying. So if you were to tell me you were leading me somewhere, when you were not, I'd probably know you were lying and I'd run for it." She said stepping in front of him.
'She is right. And I suppose I have to trust her somewhat, seeing how she caught my hand in the door.' Erik thought. With all this, he led her back to the mirror.
A few men led Beatrice back to her room. She was still in shock, yet very angered by the note and the light. The men leading her back where about her age or older, and very handsome. But they weren't rich, so they weren't her type. Rather disappointing, really. When they reached her door, they found it was locked. Beatrice got in front of the men, and knocked on the door politely.
"Jezebel, dear, please open the door. I am very tired and wish to rest." She said. For a moment, there was not even a reply. Beatrice's smile turned into a frown.
"Jezebel. Door. Now." She said a little fiercer. Suddenly she heard a drop.
"Oh, um, just a moment!" she heard her servant say. She rushed to the door, and opened it quickly.
"Oh…sorry, I was sleeping a little, and didn't hear you knock." She said kindly. The men around Beatrice nodded, and went back to their work. After they left, Beatrice pushed her servant aside and walked in. Beatrice sat down, and looked at her servant for a moment. Then she pulled something out of her bag.
"I can't have you wearing those clothes anymore. There disgusting and they make you look…". Beatrice didn't finish her sentence; She didn't want to compliment her slave. She got some clothes she had in her bag, and tossed them to her servant. The girl caught them, and looked at them for a moment.
"That is what you may wear from now on. I do think they look a little trampish, but as long as I do not wear them, I honestly don't feel bothered." She said turning to the mirror. Monique looked at her clothes once more. One was a very long skirt, and the other was a shirt that had the sleeves cut off. The top didn't even begin at her shoulders, it was below. Both were black.
"Thank…you?" she said puzzled. She went behind the dress boards, and changed. When she reappeared, she looked in the mirror.
Erik didn't leave the mirror when Monique had to jump out of it. He stayed, and watched. When he saw her reappear with her new outfit, He stopped thinking. She looked even more desirable then when he first laid eyes on her. Damn this woman. His infatuation was beginning to grow, and he was frightened it would grow more then that. He didn't want another heart brake. No, not another. But just gazing, knowing she would make her future husband, whom ever that would be, a very, very lucky man. It also hurt knowing, that would never be him. He sighed, and returned to his home.