A/N:I do not own Phantom of the Opera or Warriors. This Chappie is for Turtlepelt who is my second reviewer. Everyone read her stories, they are awesome!
Phantomtail of the Warriors
Singheart walked into the mirror and she saw the Angel for the first time. He was in fact not an Angel, but another cat. He wore a mask, made of some sort of bone, which covered half his face. He was pure black otherwise.
Singheart looked around the tunnel. It was connected to her mirror and it led deep underground. It was lit by small openings that let in light. How could she not have seen them before? She wasn't sure; all she could look at was her 'Angel.'
She sang, "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name. And do I dream again for now I find, The Phantom of the Warriors is there, inside my mind."
The 'Angel' took his verse, leading her deeper and deeper, "Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, to glance behind, the Phantom of the Warriors is there, inside your mind."
Singheart turned her head back to him. It was like he had eyes in the back of his head. They continued on and she saw a glossy lake, underground!
"Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear…" she sang.
"It's me they here…" He sang as well.
They both sang the next verse, together, "Your/My spirit and your/my voice, in one combined, The Phantom of the Warriors is there, inside your/my mind."
With some unknown power, Singheart sang her highest notes as Phantomtail stopped the boat they had rode across the lake and through a passage way. She finished and he leaped out of the boat and turned back to her.
"I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne. Where all must be harnessed to music, music. You have come here, for one purpose and one purpose alone. Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me to serve me to sing, for my music…my music." Phantomtail looked at her for a moment and then helped her get out of the boat. He then started another song, a beautiful one, Singheart thought.
"Night-time sharpens; heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day; turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light.
And listen to the Music of the night…" All the while he was padding around his underground, hidden lair. The sights of this spectacle excited Singheart to the extent she wasn't exactly sure what was going on. Her thoughts were focused on Phantomtail and his beautiful voice.
"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams. Purge the thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes; let your spirit start to soar." He stopped abruptly as Singheart closed her eyes. She opened them again when he picked up.
"And you'll live as you never did before…Softly, deftly, music will caress you. Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you. Open up your mind let your fantasies unwind, in the darkness you know you can not fight, the darkness of the music of the night…"
Phantomtail moved towards her again and he led her around the underground lair. Singheart took in every moment never wanting to forget.
"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication, touch me, trust me, and savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write, the power of the music of the night." He continued leading her until he pulled a leaf door open to reveal an exact replica of Singheart. The sight made her feel weak. She felt herself collapsing and then she did…
Phantomtail caught her with his teeth and pulled her gently to his den.
"You alone can make my song take flight…help me make the music of the night."
We now return to the Fourtrees Opera House
Hawkeye padded into the opera house quite annoyed. He had received a letter, one he really wished he didn't have.
"Mystery after gala night, it says mystery of the soprano's flight. Mystified all the papers say, we are mystified; we suspect foul play!" He walked up onto stage looking over the ballet cats.
"Bad news on the scene, first Fancytail now Singheart. Still, at least, the seats get sold. Gossips worth its weight in gold.
What a way to run a business, spare me these unending trials. Half your cast disappears yet the crowd still cheers, Opera! To heck with Gluck and Hande! Have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit!" Amberpelt ran up and shouted, "Damnable! Will they all walk out? This is damnable!"
"Amberpelt please don't shout! Its publicity and the take is vast, free publicity!" Hawkeye quieted him. He retorted, "But we have no cast!"
Hawkeye replied calmly, "Amberpelt have you seen the queue, ah, it seems you've got one too…" He nodded toward the letter Amberpelt had in his claws. He nodded and rolled his eyes. He snatched it up to read.
"Dear Amberpelt what a charming gala, Singheart was, in a word, sublime. We were hardly bereft when Fancytail left! On that note, the diva's a disaster, must you cast her when her season's past her prime?" Hawkeye nodded and pulled his own letter out to read.
"Dear Hawkeye just a brief reminder, my salary has not been paid! Send it care of the ghost by return of post! P.T.O. No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed!"
They both said the next few verses together. "Who would have the gall to send this? Someone with a puerile brain." Hawkeye said, "These are both signed O.G." Amberpelt replied, "Who the hell is he?" At the same time they figured it out, "Opera Ghost!" Hawkeye then said, "It's nothing short of shocking!" "He's mocking our position!" Amberpelt added. "In addition he wants food." "What a funny apparition!" Then together once again they meowed, "To expect a larger retainer. Nothing plainer, he is clearly quite insane!"
Softvoice came running up. "Where is she?" he called. Hawkeye asked, "You mean Fancytail?" Softvoice said, "I mean Miss Singheart, where is she?" Amberpelt mewed quite annoyed, "Well how should we know?" Softvoice meowed back, "I want an answer, I take it that you sent me this note?" Hawkeye replied, "What's all this nonsense?" Softvoice turned to him, "She's not with you then?" Amberpelt meowed, "Of course not!" Hawkeye added, "We're in the dark!" Softvoice tried to calm down, "Monsieur don't argue, isn't this the letter you wrote?" Hawkeye looked suspicious, "And what is it that we are meant to have wrote? Ugh…written." Amberpelt took the note and began reading it aloud.
"Do not fear for Miss Singheart. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again." Softvoice at once said, "If you didn't write it then who did?"
Fancytail burst onto stage looking quite angry, as usual. "Where is he?" Hawkeye said, "Ah, welcome back!" Fancytail snarled, "Your precious patron, where is he?" Softvoice sighed, "What is it now?" Fancytail glared, "I have a letter, a letter which I rather resent!" Hawkeye looked at Softvoice, "And did you send it?" Softvoice shook his head, "Of course not!" Amberpelt rolled his eyes again, "As if he would!" Fancytail looked suspicious, "You didn't send it?" Softvoice repeated, "Of course not!" Hawkeye meowed, "What's going on?" Fancytail hissed, "You dare tell me that this is not the letter you sent?" Softvoice hissed back and took the letter, "And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?" Softvoice started to read the letter, "You days at the Fourtrees Opera House are numbered. Singheart…" Fancytail interrupted and stomped her foot, "Singheart!" Softvoice sighed and continued, "…will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to take her place…" Hawkeye and Amberpelt looked at eachother and declared, "Far too many notes for my taste, and most of them about Singheart! All we've heard since we've came is Miss Singheart's name—" Wiseheart and Lightstep padded up. Wiseheart meowed, "Miss Singheart has returned." Hawkeye replied, "I hope no worse for wear as far as we're concerned." Amberpelt added, "Where precisely is she now?" Wiseheart replied, "I thought it best she was alone." Lightstep added, "She needed rest." Softvoice mewed, "May I see her?" Wiseheart replied, "No Monsieur, she will see no one." Fancytail and Birdface, her father who had been at her side the whole time, meowed together, "Will she sing, will she sing?" Wiseheart sighed, "Here I have a note." Amberpelt, Softvoice, and Fancytail all mewed, "Let me see it!" Hawkeye reached for it and began to read, "Gentlemen I have now sent several notes of the most amiable nature, detailing how my theatre is to be run…" His voice faded into Phantomtail's, "I shall give you one last chance. Singheart has returned to you and I am anxious her career should progress in the new production of Il Muto. Therefore cast Fancytail as the pageboy and Singheart in the role of Countess. The role which Singheart plays calls for charm and appeal, the role of the pageboy is silent, which in a word, makes my casting ideal. I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box five, which will be kept empty for me. Should these orders be ignored, a disaster beyond imagination will occur. I remain, gentleman, your obedient servant O.G."
Fancytail yowled, "Singheart!" Amberpelt asked, "Whatever next?" Hawkeye commented, "This is insane…" Fancytail snarled, "I know who sent it! The Viscount, her lover!" Softvoice replied, "Indeed? Can you believe this?" Amberpelt mewed, "Signora!" Fancytail started walking away, "O traditori!" Hawkeye added, "This is a joke." Amberpelt said, "This changes nothing!" Fancytail bellowed, "O menititori!" Hawkeye padded after her, "Signora!" Amberpelt quickly followed, "You're our star!" Hawkeye added, "And always will be!" Amberpelt mewed, "Signora…" Hawkeye added, "This man is mad!" Amberpelt said, "We don't take orders!" Hawkeye announced, "Miss Singheart will be playing the pageboy—the silent role!" They both meowed, "La Fancytail will be playing Countess!" Fancytail yowled while still padding towards her dressing den, "Its useless trying to appease me! You're only saying this to please me! Signori, e vero? Non, non, non, voglio udire! Lasciatemi morire! O padre mio! Dio!" She yowled all kinds of words in which they could not understand. Wiseheart, who was trailing behind, meowed, "To scorn his words, beware to those…" Fancytail snarled, "You have reviled me!" Wiseheart continued, "The Angel sees, the Angel knows…" Fancytail continued her complaints, "You have rebuked me!" Hawkeye and Amberpelt meowed, "Signora, pardon us…" Fancytail ignored them, "You have replaced me!" Together they replied, "Please Signore, we beseech you…" Wiseheart commented, "This hour shall see you darkest fears." Lightstep and Softvoice meowed, "I must see her…" Fancytail continued her bellowing, "Abbandonata! Deseredata! O, sventurata!" Wiseheart said, "The Angel sees, the Angel hears…" Softvoice asked, "Where did she go?" Fancytail once again bellowed, "Abbandonata! Disgraziata!" Hawkeye and Amberpelt meowed together, "Signora, sing for us! Don't be a martyr…"
Softvoice, Lightstep, and Wiseheart all mewed, "What new surprises lie in store…?" Hawkeye and Amberpelt again mewed, "Our star!" Fancytail replied, "Non, vo' cantar!"
A/N:But somehow they convinced her to sing. What wrath from Phantomtail lies in store? What will become of poor Singheart? All in the next chappie! I apologize for the length of this chappie also…sry!