Darkest Passion Eternal

Chapter 1

January 16th, 2006

Flying over Spain; 1 hour and a half from Paris, France

8:30PM

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She was gently woken by the flight attendant, who was passing out drinks. "You've been asleep for about..5 hours. Rise and shine.." he says softly, his tone silent and comforting. The young girl shifts a bit, opening her left eye lazily to look at the flight attendant, then stretches and yawns a little. "What do you have?" the girl asks as she opens her other eye, sitting up straight now, plucking the earphones from the Ipod out of her ears, laying them on her lap. "Coke, Diet Coke, Coke Zero, Sprite..Dr. Pepper..Water" he lists them to her.

"A Coke please." she says softly as he nods and speaks once more silently. "Right away." she lays back in her leather seat, moving the shade that covered the window and blocked out the light, looking out of the small window. She watches as the pure white clouds, looking like humungous wads and layers of Cotton Candy come into her view. She then closes her eyes once more, waiting for the flight attendant to return with her drink, shivering at the bitter coldness of the airplane cabin'satmosphere. She grabs her black sweater, slipping it over her head and nuzzling the soft material against her cheek, missing the feel of her soft bed already.

'Why did I agree to this..?' she thinks to herself, a slightly sad look upon her face. She furrows her delicately scuplted eyebrows a bit, before her facial expression softens once more. "Your drink, young lady." the flight attendant says silently as he sets the skinny, clear, medium sized glass down, then opens a fresh can of coke, and pours the dark, deep burgundy colored substance into the cup. She watches it as it fizzes and bubbles, watching as he drops a few ice cubes into the glass, which makes the fizz linger for a bit longer. After a few more seconds, she shakes her head, snapping out of her slightly mesmerized state.

She was thinking about home, her room, her aunt..she was beginning to miss it. But why? Because here, she would have absolutely no on there for her, she would be on her own now, like a true adult. But she was merely 16, going on 17, why did she have to take on these responsibilities at this age? It was her choice, and she had to carry it out now, no matter how much she wanted to go home. She sighs softly. "The point of no return..eh..?" she murmurs under her breath. Another song lyric. She turns on the Mp3 player on once more, leaning back into the chair, staring blankly out the window for a few minutes, taking sips of her Coca Cola periodically.

Once more, she shakes her head, closing her eyes and playing with the white-gold box necklace that hung around her neck, a garnet pendant hanging from the bottom. She soon dozes off once more, waking up to the sound of the cabin intercom dinging loudly, and the captain beginning to speak. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I thank all of you for riding on flight 657, from LAX to ORY, Paris, France. We hope you enjoyed your flight, and to see you again on another one of our flights." His voice was laced with a strong English accent. "We hope you enjoy your stay here in Paris, France, and have a wonderful night."

His voice sounds once more before young Knives stands, grabbing her back from underneath the chair, stuffing the Ipod in the from pouch of her sweater, making sure her wallet was in her back right pocket still, heading towards the exit of the plane. She then waits in line, following the rest of the passengers to the baggage claim, where she heaved three large suitcases full of clothes, and other precious and needed belongings that would be needed for her stay here. She shakes her head, not being able to carry all of these bags. A soft sigh escapes the young girl's lips before her eyes raise forward, and she sees a man with a bleach white piece of paper standing in the large courtyard near the baggage claim.

The paper read: Knives Van Buren, in neat handwriting. She guessed that this was her ride. She waves to the man, as he looks at her, his cold, dark green eyes meeting her own. She shivers as she looks into the man's eyes, closing her eyes, breaking eye contact. He begins to walk over to her, his stride just right. He had dark brown hair, which almost looked black in the lighting of the corner she was standing against. He lowers the sign. "You are Knives..I suppose?" he asks in a smooth, silent voice. She looks at the man, at a loss of words for a second, before she quickly answers, "Yes.." and looks at him, then to her bags.

"Are you my transport?" she asks silently, in a soft tone, watching the man carefully. "Yes, young lady, I am, would you mind following me out to the limo?" he asks as she looks at him in the most incredulous manner, her mouth opened slightly in surprise. "L-limo..?" she studders out softly as a slight smirk curls at his lips as he nods. "Follow me.." he says simply, almost rolling his eyes in an arrogant manner, watching the bell boys get her luggage, and begin to wheel it outside to the curb, where a pitch black, and old fashioned, medium length limo sits parked, the engine still running.

The bell boys pack the luggage into the back, opening a door for her, which they usher her into, and she takes a seat, still in awe at this. She had neevr been treated this good, or..never accepted it. But she had no choice now, this is what she had, and she had to deal with it, no matter how much she didn't really enjoy it. She closes her eyes, letting her cold hands slip into the slightly long sleeves of her black sweater, leaning her face against the seat, finding it soft. Suede maybe. She feels the limo begin to move, the ride smooth all the way there. "We will be there in about 15-25 minutes.." the man who had held the sign for her's voice sounded.

She nodded sleepily, and accidently dozed off once more, not having gotten much sleep the night before she left, insomia racking her mind as it did quite often since she had found she was leaving her home. She didn't know what it was that was scaring her so much. Maybe it was being so far from home..maybe it was missing her home. She shakes her head unconsciously in her sleep, her face contorting a little before softening. They had arrived at the Opera house, and the man had found her asleep. He didn't bother waking her, but instead cradled her in his arms bridal style, finding that she had a dark shade under her eyes, knowing she hadn't slept much lately.

He carries her inside, no one around at this time of night, except for a few janitors. All of the people who worked around here, were either in their middle ages, or older, only the actresses, actors, singers, and dancers, young and fresh into the world of entertainment, much like the young girl herself. He carries her to the owner's cabin, who he knew would be awake at this hour. He doesn't bother to knock, but gently knocks the door open with his knee, looking at M. De Changy the 4th. "Where shall she sleep?" the man who was carrying the young woman speaks to the owner of the Opera House.

The owner slipped his glasses on, which were thin, and used for his slightly tainted vision. "Ah..let's see..the only quaters open is the old trailer in the recesses of the house.." he speaks silently, his face holding a slightly grave expression. "You know how to find your way back, young Will? Or must I accompany you there..?" Sir M. De Chagny asks silently as he watches the boy, who's name was now finally revealed. Will.

He turns on his heel, heading in the direction of the old trailer which Sir Chagny spoke of, his pace graceful and slow as he makes his way through the darkness, only a few lights dimly lighting the sleeping Opera House. He soon walks across the stage, stopping as he hears his heels click across the stage's wooden paneled floor, looking straight up, to see the fixed chandelier, hanging above the hundreds of rows of velvety red seats. The old chandelier, which had been broken in the past, was fixed, seeming to hover above the whole theatre, hung between the beautiful gold statues of angels and demons, which was the frame of the stage.

One statue, caught his attention immediately, it was angels, grabbing onto a horned demon's body, grabbing him downwards, as if dragging him back down to hell..

He shakes out of his short daze, continuing across the dark stage, to the other side, traveling down the vacant space of the humungous area of the backstage. Will wanders a bit, spotting a large, dark looking, rectangular object, which had a step ladder, and was the only object that looked like a trailer around here. He gently carries her in one of his arms, opening the doorknob silently and opening the door, looking into the pitch black room. He takes a lighter from his pocket, lighting an old fashioned oil lamp, which was mounted upon the wall.

It lit up the room beautifully, just light enough, but not too light, just dim enough for it to be comfortable on the eyes. She young girl stirrs slightly in the young man's arms as he pockets the lighter, shoving it in his pocket, before moving over to a large, soft looking futon, which was in the back left corner, leaning against the wall. The walls were a manilla color, with white curling designs throughout the room, the top bordered with a black lining, which complemented the whole room's decor. He lays her upon the futon, looking down upon the young girl's slightly tanned face.

"Sleep well.." he whispers silently, exiting the room. He failed to see the large mirror, which lay against the back wall, it was shattered. He didnt seem to understand..no one had been inside this room for almost 2 centuries, yet it had stayed in the condition it was, when its last occupant had had her last nights sleep in this Opera House...

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Author's note: I didn't know where to end it..jesus. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, its not that interesting, but it'll get interesting soon enough, the chapter after next probably..or maybe even the next chapter. Nevertheless, comments and critisism please..