Hello my readers! I am happy to present you the next "Red Rose Nightmare" chapter! I am so sorry that it was a while since my last update. I had a small writer's block for this chapter. I do have some news… TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY! Now sad news, work started this week, so updates will be slower.

Anyways, do not forget to favorite, follow, review, and enjoy this chapter.

Also, I do not own anything except my OC Brie.

3rd POV (Coney Island, 1907)

The bright sun slowly left and invited the dark night. Everything was cold and wet as the night sky. The only thing that lite up the dark evening was Coney Island. There was one place that was the talk and excitement for ten years. This place was called "Phantasma." There was so many things to do there. There were rides for the kids to play, even a carousel and a funhouse. The arcade where you can play games; and if you are lucky, you can place bets on the horse and dog races. There were glorious restaurants. When you smell the food they are cooking, your mouth starts to drool. There is even a chocolate fountain in the center of one of the restaurants. For the ladies, there is a flower gardens for them to enjoy.

However, what was the main topic of this magical place was the shows. There were acrobats, lion tamers, tumblers, and many more. One of the hit shows was called "Bathing Beauties" which was performed in a gigantic concert hall. There was also a place in Phantasma that displayed "freaks." However, according to the people who visited this place, the freaks are treated like human beings. Sure, they are sometimes laughed at, but they know it's for fun.

"Momma, hurry up! I want to see the clowns!"

A little girl with a purple dress and hair ribbon dragged her mother as they headed into a Big Top.

"I still cannot believe this place was created in a year," a man said to his wife as they walked to the carousel.

"I know. And did you hear about the rumors about the man who imagined this place?" his wife asked.

In the arcade, a man handed a cashier some money.

"$100 bet on the horse Lucky Stiff, please." As the cashier was writing the man's ticket, the eager man asked him, "This place is astounding. It must have cost the creator millions, am I correct?"

The cashier paused for a moment and paled a bit. "I am sorry sir, but I cannot say anything about Mr. Y."

Sitting in the audience of the circus were two sisters, waiting excitedly for the show to start.

One of the sisters looked at her twin and asked, "Did you hear about the rumors…"

Her sister looked confused. "What about 'em?

Just as the show was about to start, the girl whispered, "Things so odd you daren't doubt 'em. Freaks, monsters, aberrations and weird mechanical creations."

"Well I heard about the Genius who designed all this stuff wears a mask!" declared her sister loudly.

That was the biggest rumor of all. Mr. Y wears a mask and no one knows why. Some brave souls even tried to find Mr. Y and discover what is underneath the mask. Sad to say, they had no luck at all.

"Momma, where is Mr. Y? I want to meet him," said an excited young lady.

"I do not know. No one has ever see him… well, maybe the cast and crew have."

A proper high class lady walked over to them and said, "I heard Mr. Y stays in his mysterious room. He's been trying to write music for a long time… However, his inspiration flew away."

Little did they know, high up in a building on the top level is a Sanctuary. A secret workshop of Mr. Y. All around the room were mechanic inventions, painting, sculptures, and so much more. This was an artist's paradise. In a corner of the room stood a figure. In the Hannibal 'Think of Me' dress was a breathtaking and life-like mannequin of Brieanna. Her eyes sparkled and her smile was flawless. The only disappointment was that this Brieanna was not the real one.

A small melody started to fill the room. In the center of the workshop was a grand piano being played by a man. After hitting a few keys and writing the lyrics, he was done. He placed his pencil down and picked up his masterpiece. A few moments later, after reviewing the final song, he glared at the paper.

"No, it is wrong! It is all wrong," he yelled as he crumbled up the paper and tossed it over his shoulder. The paper landed in a huge pile of rejected masterpieces. "Why can I not create my beautiful music again?"

He screamed as he flung his piano chair away and marched to a tall mirror. Staring at his reflection, he looked right at his white mask. Mr. Y is none other than Erik. He felt that he was losing his mind and his muse. He cried out as he punched a wall and breathed erratically.

"Ten long years, living a mere façade of life. Ten long years, wasting my time on smoke and noise." He marched to the pile of crumpled up papers and threw them in the fireplace. "In my mind, I hear melodies pure and unearthly, but I find, I can't give them a voice without you!"

His anger slowly left him. His eyes wondered to the mannequin, as a tear slid down his red check.

"My Brieanna… My Brieanna… Lost and gone…Lost and gone…" he sang softly.

He looked around his workshop to see everywhere was his Angel of Music smiling right at him. He walked over to the countless painting of his Brieanna. Picking up one of the pictures, his cold heart melted away. Staring right at him was Brieanna in her wedding dressing holding a red rose.

He remembered that day clearly. He and Brie confessed their love for each other. They had to get away from the mob… and that's when the disaster happened.

Flashback

Erik finished smashing the mirror in his lair. He opened the trap door and stepped right through it. He was about to grab Brie's hand, when she tripped on her dress.

"Erik," she cried as she fell.

Erik's eyes widen with fear as she fell to the ground. Her head slammed on the stone floor. She did not move. She did not make a sound. Erik was so stunned that he did not realize that the mechanism of the trap mirror was broken. The mirror's door slammed right in front of him, blocking his way from reaching her.

"BRIEANNA!" he screamed.

He pounding on the door, trying to open the door. He just had to get back in the lair and take Brie with him. He needed to know if she was alright. There must be another secret trap door that led to the lair.

"I will come for you," he screamed.

About ten minutes later, making sure the mob would not find him, he finally found another trap door. He pulled the door opened and rushed into the lair. His heart dropped when he saw that Brie was gone. She was not in the lair. His eyes started to water and he fell to his knees. He lost her. He lost his Angel of Music.

He snapped out of his trace and slowly placed the picture back.

"The day starts. The day ends. Time crawls by. Night steals in, pacing the floor. The moments creep, yet I can't bear to sleep 'till I hear you sing…" he sang.

He traced his finger on the picture so softly.

"And weeks pass. And months pass. Seasons fly. Still you don't walk through the door. And in a haze. I count the silent days 'till I hear you sing once more. And sometimes, at night times, I dream that you are there - -But wake holding nothing, but the empty air…"

He turns to the mannequin to see it staring at him. His heart was aching as his shaken hands softly creased its check. He closed his eyes, imagining the check was real flesh.

"And years come. And years go. Time runs dry. Still I ache, down to the core. My broken soul can't be alive and whole, 'till I hear you sing once more."

His fantasy broke away from him. His anger returned. Ten years of longing for her. Ten long years of searching for her. Ten long years of losing hope. He backed away from the mannequin in fury.

"And music; Your music! It teases at my ear. I turn and it fades away and you're not here! Let hopes pass, let dreams pass! Let them die! Without you, what are they for?"

He raised his hands to the air. As if he was praying to God above to bring his angel to him. Will anyone answer his prayers?

"I'll always feel no more than halfway real, 'till I hear you sing once more!"

Erik breathed slowly as he gradually lowered his hands. He stared at the mannequin of Brieanna in all of its glory. How he wished she was with him for real. He walked to the balcony and opened the doors. He gazed out to see his Phantasma in its entirety. Even though this was his world, it is not the same without her. His eyes narrowed and his knuckled turned white. He thought that he will find Brieanna and she will be his again… one way or another.

And there you have it, another chapter done. Again, the next chapter will take some time so please have patience with me. Merlin's chapter is next to be updated. Hopefully soon. Do not forget to favorite, follow, review, and until then…

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