A/N: Wow, thanks to everyone who has reviewed! I'll promise to try and update as much as possible!
This chapter is dedicated to VagrantCandy for giving me the idea! You get a hug from Erik and a cookie!
Erik: Do I have to?
Me: Yes, you do. NOW HUG!
Erik: -hugs-
Me: Good.
Anyways, thanks to everyone! Yes, I live in Tennesse and we started school near the beginning of August. I hate school in Tennessee. School starts early, their trying to cut out a full summer break, and A's are 94-100 instead of 90-100 like most places. But, seriously, thanks for the reviews. And thanks to Color Me Gray for being my beta!
Oh, and one more thing. I'm not putting up another chapter until I get at least 10 reviews.
Enjoy!
7
Stories
The night of Amy's capture...
Trudging back into the dormitory with dazed expressions, the corps de ballet tried to assess what had just happened. Sorelli sat on the edge of a cot in the center of the room, bringing full attention on her. Little Jammes folded her legs neatly under her and sat a few feet in front of the Prima Ballerina. The rest of the ballet followed her example and soon Sorelli was surrounded by the frightened young dancers.
"W-where did he t-take her?" squeaked Celine, her dark brown eyes wide in fear.
"Where he takes all of his victims..." Replied Sorelli darkly, her eyes slit dangerously and her voice low. "To his torture chamber in the dungeons!" The girl's shrieked in unison and recoiled as the older ballerina jumped out at them, arms outstretched.
Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were wide and frightening as she continued her tale. Sorelli truly had the gift of story-telling. She could bring images to life when she spoke, creating elaborate tales with her quick mind and hands that moved like fluttering birds. The girl had no trouble conjuring up the darkest, most horrifying things about the Phantom and etching them into the impressionable minds of her young audience.
"He drags them away to the darkest, deepest cellar, where his personal domain lies. No one can enter, because his black hell is guarded with hundreds of traps, just waiting to snatch up any who dare venture near his home. The devil himself has sent an army of his demons to guard his favorite subject's lair."
"But I thought the Opera Ghost was the devil," interrupted Leah, one of the youngest in the ballet at the age of fifteen, her light blonde - nearly white - hair covering half of her face and revealing only one dull grey eye.
"No, he's not," spoke Celine, turning towards her friend.
Kayla continued what Celine was voicing. "He's the - "
"Devil's child," broke in Sorelli with a roar, sending the girls flying backwards onto their backsides.
"Oh poor Amy!" shouted a few of the ballerina's in unison.
"Yes," said the Prima Ballerina softly. "Poor Amy indeed, for her fate is one from which nightmares are made."
"He'll drink of her cup and throw it away!" Shouted Jammes, quoting what Sorelli had spoken of earlier.
"Yes, yes!" interrupted a girl named Julie with bright, flashing eyes. "While she's tied to the bed he'll take her. He'll force himself on her and kill her when it's done with!"
Leah shook her head, voicing her opinion. "No, the Ghost will kill her before that. He'll be on her, and if he doesn't crush her, he'll bite into her neck!"
"Yes, yes! And suck her blood!" Shouted the girls in unison.
"Suck her dry like a cup, then dispose of her dead body." Said an enthusiastic girl.
"Or force her dead body to love him again," whispered another.
"No!" shouted Sorelli above the throng.
She got up and stalked around the girls slowly, her eyes fixing on each and every one of them before continuing. Her hands were clasped behind her back as she circled them like a predator surveying its prey.
"No," the older girl spoke again, now barely whispering. The little ones had to strain to hear her dark prediction.
"You are wrong. Poor Amy would be very fortunate if he were to simply kill her, but I doubt that she has Lady Luck on her side tonight. No, the Phantom of the Opera has far more evil intentions for her."
Everyone was silent, holding their breath for what was to come next.
"If she is fortunate, she will be dead before..."
The Prima Ballerina stopped short, holding everyone in suspense.
"Before she becomes pregnant with his demon child."
There was a gasp of shock and horror from everyone and even a few clamped their hands over their eyes.
"Poor, poor Amy!" Someone near the back shouted, and the whole congregation shook their heads.
"We can only pray that she will be spared that fate, and the Opera Ghost will kill her swiftly and with mercy."
There was silence.
No one spoke for a long time.
Then there was more silence.
Everyone seemed to be in shock of what had happened to them that night. Amy, the newest of the corps de ballet, had been captured by the Phantom of the Opera. She was now at the mercy of the opera's resident specter, and was more than likely being ... taken ... at that very moment.
A group shiver was issued as everyone's spines turned to ice.
"Tell us again," said Leah, her dull grey eyes staring up at Sorelli. "Tell us the story of the Phantom of the Opera."
Sorelli's eyes grew bright, and she instantly took on the air of the storyteller.
"Well, it was a dark and stormy night, as it usually is when the most horrible, gruesome things happen. And the birth of such a monster was definitely the most gruesome act of all. His mother - poor, poor, woman - was lost from history. Her name unrecorded in the fabrics of time. Why, you ask? It was because of him. It would be wrong to call him her child, for he wasn't actually her child. She had done some bad things in her life, you see, and at that time was the perfect woman to carry his seed."
"No, this monster wasn't her child at all, though she gave birth to him. He was the devil's child. The devil needed some way to grow as strong as God. Well, he figured, God had a Son - Jesus - so why couldn't he? Well, Jesus was born from a virgin, a pure woman. So his son needed to be born from an unholy, impure woman."
"So she had him: the devil's child. When he was born he was just a skeleton with a little bit of skin stretched over his horrible frame. But he didn't have a lot of skin to spare, so it was stretched extra-thin over his face, and even then couldn't cover all of it. This woman was horrified, but something - probably the devil himself - kept her from killing the child. So she raised him as her own, gave him a mask to wear over his horrid face, a cloak to tie around his skeletal body, and a cold, dank room in her cellar to live out his days."
"When the devils child- he had not been named so was still called that - was fourteen, he grew tired of his room and demanded to be moved up to floor level. The woman would not have it, though, and locked him in the cellar. He picked the lock - a simple enough task since cunning and wickedness was born into him - and escaped from the room. The child found his mother doing impure things with another man in her room, and he killed them both with a decorative red rope lying near the curtains."
"After tasting blood once, he decided he didn't want to stop. So he kept on murdering. Men, women, children, all innocence was destroyed under his hands. When at last it seemed he was to be caught, he hid away under the Opera House. He resides there still today, haunting the theatre and the residents inside, as he was born to do."
Finishing, Sorelli stood up, clearing her throat to break the girls out of their trance. "Pray for Amy, that is all we can do. But for now I am getting some sleep. Lock the door, and try to do the same."
Striding out of the dorm gracefully, Sorelli left them to their thoughts.
The corps de ballet all fell into their designated cots, doing the only thing they could do for that strange girl: Pray.
A/N: You probably figured out that I made up that story of the Phantom's past. I'm not saying it's what really happened, this is just what the ballet girl's think. And it does not reflect on my religion(I don'tbelieve thedevil has a son).
Amazingly enough, I actually have a plot idea for this story. It will probably be put into action in the next chapter or the one after that. Enjoy!