Chapter 13: Afterthoughts

I sat down at Dreama's desk trying to figure out what just happened. My thought's is utterly drained, but some still lingered. Those things I wanted to do to her. She wanted me, the pleading look of desire in her eyes, the shudders she had over and over under me, the heat growing between her legs, it all told me she wanted me.

But the fact that she did want me, a creature resembling me! It was too much to handle. I quickly rushed over to the vanity mirror and settled myself in front of it.

"What is it about you that she adores?" I asked myself knowing full well that the devil reflection would not answer back.

I looked and looked thinking that maybe the question could be answered by the image in the mirror but nothing came.

I was suddenly interrupted by a gentle tap at the door. Blowing out a sigh of annoyance I grabbed a black robe Dean lend me and pulled it tightly around me. I walked to the door and pulled it open to reveal Thelma.

Surprised by her presence I took a quick breath and stepped to the side. She swallowed then entered the chamber.

She looked around the room as if it were her first time in here. She walked around gently placing a hand over the piles of papers that lay on top of her sister's desk. She gave a slight smile.

"Dreama's music." I frowned. "She writes music you know great beautiful music. Well… not like she used to. See, before the accident she had the most beautiful voice I have ever heard." At this she gave a small laugh. "Everyday I would hear her sing her heart out; she was either doing that or writing her creation." Her smile faded. "But those days are over, because of me her dream came to an end, only thing she had now is her damn talent for playing the piano playing the violin and writing music. At least she has something." She sighed and bowed her head. I slowly walked to her.

"You're right she does, she has you." She glanced at me and smiled.

Feeling the tension growing in me I broke the silence.

"What's your purpose here Thelma?" I asked so sudden she flinched.

"Um, I just wanted to uh – make clear of what just happened earlier." She said cautiously watching each expression I made.

I nodded for her to continue. She cleared her throat.

"Well…look lets just keep what happened earlier between me and you alright?"

"Agreed." I said simply. She nodded.

"And…um…how about this lets just forget it completely alright?"

I stood silent then nodded in conformity.

"Good, glad we have that covered. Now I think it is best we rest now, big day tomorrow night and well yes we need our energy, goodnight Erik."

And before I could give her my goodnight she quickly left.

"Goodnight." I murmured to the door. If she wanted me to forget that event she sure was taking away the energy I need for tomorrow.

I brushed my hand through my hair taking in the little rather edgy conversation I just had with Thelma. I took in a few deep breaths and made my way back to the desk.

Taking a seat I opened the window and a big cold gush of wind burst through knocking over some papers.

Cursing I got up and began picking up the papers. Recalling what Thelma said indeed the pieces of parchment were music sheets. Knowing it was not my place I looked through them anyway.

Again Thelma was right, her music was beautiful, I can only try and imagine what it would sound like from an instrument. WAIT WHAT!

No, I wanted to get rid of The Phantom no my talent for music! How could I not know what this music will sound like already?

I picked up the rest of the sheets set them down and moved away from the desk.

I may have been away from music for three weeks but it felt like three years. And three years is a long time. To me at least.

I would do anything to feel the smooth black and ivory keys that beg to make a beautiful note. But unfortunately that will have to wait until tomorrow. They must have a piano if they have a violin.

A sudden excitement crept in me. I rushed into bed like a child hoping that if I sleep the night would go by quicker.

I do not know if I will have my chance with music tomorrow but I sure hope I will not have that chance on stage in front of people who still do not know about me, who may not want to know about me or worse who may already know me and about my past.

Closing my eyes, I fell into a never ending, heart shredding dream, a dream where I saw the one woman I never wanted to see again. I saw Christine.