Disclamier: Phantom Of The Opera (c) Their respective owners
Lenore, Darren, Ulrich (c) Me
The Dream of the Opera and Of Time That Has Passed
Lenore was ten-years-old, in her room reloading her fathers revolver. She was about to start her rounds to patrol the opera after living there for almost two-years. Lenore placed it down in a drawer, closed it, then opened her trunk to search for her pieces of writing when a loud banging noise coming from her door made her jump and spin around.
The door slammed open to reveal the culprit's of two stage hands came walking into her room, obviously uninvited. Lenore slammed down the trunk and pressed herself against it, looking up at them.
"What do you want?" she asked bitterly.
"We heard you were causing trouble," said one with long sideburns and massive arms, "is that true?"
"……No……?"
The other man, who looked like his twin, snickered, looking thirsty for something, "Well, either way, your not doing your job. The Opera Ghost is still causing us trouble……I think we should get rid of our current guard………… and sell her for money, being that she's nothing more than a Circus Freak!"
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!" Lenore snarled, running forward towards him in rage.
Suddenly, Lenore was grabbed by the throat and slammed into a large mirror, shattering it into massive pieces. Her neck felt like it was being crushed like a twig as her back was grinding into the glass, with a waterfall of blood falling behind her. The force dropped her onto the pile of glass, unfortunately, she instinctively put her hands in front of her and thus she severally sliced them. Lenore had cut her forehead, blood dripping down one-half of her face, completely covering it in red. Her body was in wretched shock, shaking and gasping for breath and feeling the shards of glass in her back. Lenore was then fiercely kicked in the head, sending her back and slamming into the shattered mirror again. She could feel the glass sinking into her arm and in her legs as she scowled at the men, tears running down her face, but she refused to scream in agony.
The men laughed at her, "That'll teach you to screw with us! Little freak……… And you're not going to tell anybody about this are you…? …… Didn't think so……," said the other man and he kicked her in the chest and pushed her further into the glass, "We'll leave you to clean up all of this mess………See ya……" They both strutted out, laughing.
Lenore groaned, leaning forward and staggering up and reaching behind her to feel a large piece of glass imbedded in her back. She grabbed it and slowly pulled it out with a gasp and dropped it on the ground. Her eyes were focused on the door…… Then she looked at the drawer as she stood up straight and opened it, pulling out her gun. She slowly walked towards the door; still hearing the men's footsteps, blood washing down her back and clicking the gun. She saw them, only a few yards away……
"………HEY!" she gasped. The men turned around, then jumped in terror to see her even able to stand, "………Don't………call me……… A FREAK!" She fired two shots, which were all she needed, as both bullets hit the men between the eyes, knocking them both down, dead.
...Whoa. Well, you've gotten a peek into Lenore's past. Rather dark for a childhood but you can see what she and Erik had in common: people shunning you out because of yourlooks alone. But, she's pretty cheerful now, depending on what Darren does to piss her off, eh? Oh, another thing, Lenore mixes accents from time to time. Lets see if you can spot it out, shall we?