It had been two weeks since that night Erik and Helen had been kissing passionately. I had ran back to the lair and cried till no more tears could come. How was I going to win Erik's heart if he already loved another? Tonight was Helen's first performance at Opera Populaire and it was also the premiere of Erik's opera. I was making my way to Box Five when I stopped in my tracks to see Erik sitting in my seat. How dare he?
I was forced to sit in the catwalks above the stage watching Helen sing. Her voice I admit was good, but had no passion or feeling. I knew Helen's voice was Erik's works. Tears had streamed down my face as I listened to her sing for I knew that Erik had given her the voice the same way he had given mine to me.
After the performance I watched as Erik and Helen headed towards Christine's dressing room. It had been given to her as an early present for coming to the opera house to sing for them. As I watched them an idea popped into my head. I was a genius. With a wave of my cape I was gone heading towards the lair to prepare for tonight.
Once I was finished and hurried towards the mirror anxious for tonight. I was lucky to catch the last part of Erik's and Helen's conversation:
"Come Erik, we must go out and celebrate! The entire opera house will want to see us." She exclaimed twirling around the room like she was drunk.
"Not tonight Helen, please? I am too tired to celebrate besides they are all suck ups, nothing more. They know nothing of music." Erik coldly said.
"Oh Erik why must you be like this? I will even go order a carriage. I'll be right back. Two minutes, Erik." Helen said leaving the room. Erik sighed in frustration stabbing his hair with his long, slender, fingers. He stood up and began walking towards the door. I blew out all of the candles the same way Erik had taught me once. He looked around. "Is that you Phantress?" I said nothing. He shook his head and was about to reach the door when I began to sing:
Insolent girl!
This slave of fashion
Basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave young seducer
Sharing in your triumph!
(He turned around with a sly smile)
Erik (sarcastically):
Angel! I hear you!
Speak-
I'll listen…
Stay on my side
Guide me!
Sweet Angel, I was not in the mood-
Please forgive me…
Enter at last
My angel
My voice:
Mock me Erik,
But you shall learn
Why in shadows I hide!
Look at your perfect face
In the mirror-
I am there inside!
I walked up closer to the mirror so he could only see the mask he once wore. His curiosity got the better of him and he began walking towards me in a trance-like state. He sang:
Angel of Darkness
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your glory!
Angel of Darkness
Hide no longer!
Come to me, sweet angel…
My voice:
I am your Angel…
Come to me: Angel of Darkness
He was walking closer and closer to me when someone tried to turn the doorknob. "Erik let me in! I'm sorry." It was Helen. He turned around and then looked back at the mirror trying to decide.
I reached out my hand from the other side of the mirror. I then whispered for only him to hear, "Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before." She started banging on the door, "Erik!"
My Voice:
I am your Angel of Darkness
Come to me, the Angel of Darkness
He took my hand as we went into the world of darkness. We had no second thoughts and no backward glances at the life Erik and I once learned to know. I had been proud of myself for getting everything ready in a short amount of time. I was wearing a white dress that shimmered in the candlelight. I knew what I was getting into, but I couldn't resist. I had longed for us to be together alone; to see his face perfect or not. I began to sing:
In sleep you once sang to me
In dreams you once came
You were that voice which called to me
And spoke my name.
And do you dream now?
For now you find.
The Phantress of the Opera is here
Inside your mind
Erik:
Sing once again for me,
Our strange duet
Your power over me
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance at what future is ahead.
The Phantress of the opera is there
Inside my head
Me:
Those who have seen my face,
Have draw back in fear
You are the mask I wear
Erik:
It's you they fear
Both (me/Erik):
Our spirits and our voices
In one combined
The Phantress of the Opera is there
Inside your/my mind
Being a gentleman that he had always been he sat me in the boat and began rowing towards the lair instinctively. My heart was pounding against my chest and my breathing was heavy. I felt so caught up I felt that I was also in this sweet dream. I could almost here the gargoyles singing:
She's here, the Phantress of the Opera!
Beware, the Phantress of the Opera!
Me:
In all your fantasies
You always knew
That woman and mystery
Erik:
Were apart of you
Both (Me/Erik):
And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
The Phantress of the Opera is there/here
Inside your/mind
Erik's voice changed into a pleading tone. He began to beg:
Sing my Angel of Darkness
Me:
I'm there, the Phantress of the Opera!
(Vocalizing)
Erik:
Sing!
Me:
(Vocalizing higher)
Erik:
Sing for me!
Me:
(Vocalizing higher)
Erik:
Sing my Angel of Darkness
Me:
(Singing higher0
Erik:
SING FOR ME!