I wrote another chapter...in one night hee hee! enjoy!
Chapter 1
Music of the Night
They turned a corner and she was left in her new room. It was a beautiful dressing room. She had been told that this was the only room that hadn't been burned down. She stared in awe at the beautiful dresser. Made of dark oak and the doors of the dressers were decorated with carved elephants. She opened the dresser to find an amazing dress.
Erik watched through the mirror as the new girl admired Christine's dress from Hannibal. The girl was a short girl. She had bright blonde hair that came to about her shoulders. Her hair was so bright that in the dim candle light it shined like a bright star on a dark night. She had dark brown eyes with a warm glow. Like a doll's eyes only alive with sparks .Her lips were pouting and they were slightly parted. Her body had curves in all the right places. And her Dark long eyelashes caressed her contrasting pail skin. He watched her twirl around holding the dress to her body. Then she put the dress away.
She was a beautiful girl. She had to be no more then nineteen years old. He watched her body move with such grace. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to meet her, to get to know her. But she was so beautiful she would never wish to meet him. He had not seen such beauty since…
It pained him to even think her name. He had vowed not to think of her since he heard of her first child being born. She was happy and didn't need him. She didn't want him. She and Raoul were the happiest couple ever. A tear rolled down his cheek and he cursed himself for his weakness.
The new girl stopped suddenly. He watched her turn to look at the desk. She picked up a rose petal. He felt the same sickness wash over him. Then he saw her eyes travel to an open drawer. She lifted the papers out of the drawer and seemed to be reading them. He noticed that it looked like a sheet of music. Then she did something he would have never expected. She started to hum a tune. It was tune he knew well. Then she began to sing. Her voice sounded as if she were an angel. Even more angelic then Christine's voice was. She was singing a song that was meant for Christine's ears and hers alone.
She was singing Music of the Night.