Chapter 2- Same faces

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters, except Kara who of course is my own character. I do NOT own any of the songs from ALW, this is my first fan fiction writing so please be kind.

The girls dream brought nothing but nightmares. She could see the lake, the candles, and she could hear the music…then she saw the man. He finished playing the organ, and turned around. A black mask covered his right side of his face, and his eyes were glowing a bloody red.

"NO! PLEASE GO AWAY!" she screamed into the night.

Just before he grabbed her right ankle, he looked at her and his eyes seemed to burn right into her very soul.

"NO!" she screamed as she woke.

She breathed heavily, as she closed her arms around her chest, and rubbed her arms up and down to calm herself.

"It was only a dream…"

Suddenly see became aware that she didn't remember walking into this room, let alone what happened to her after the man grabbed her. Quickly she looked down to make sure her clothes were still there, they were still on her bare flesh…and the blood.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Excuse me Madame." Came a voice as the door opened.

A tall yet skinny woman came into the room. She had long blonde hair down up in a long braid, her clothes were black, and she had a cane in her right hand. Her face seemed stern yet caring at the same time.

"Hello my name is Madame Giry, I am the ballet instructor of this Opera house and you are?"

The girl looked confused and troubled.

"My name is Kara."

"Kara I see and what is your last name dear?" Madame Giry asked as she walked over to the bed placing her hand on her shoulder.

Kara thought hard. She couldn't remember her last name.

"I'm sorry Madame, but I do not remember…"

"Well how did you come to be here?" Madame Giry questioned her.

Kara's face seemed to turn into a face of pain.

"I was running away, from a horrible man that I was supposed to marry…he tried to …"

Her voice began to crack, and silent tears began to roll down her face.

"He tried to rape me…I was supposed to marry him some time in the spring, but I just cant do it…he drinks to much…he hurts me."

She began to cry, and Madame Giry gave her a hug and whispered in her ear that everything was going to be ok. At that moment a young girl of 16 came into the room. It was Madame Giry's daughter Meg.

"Meg I would like you to help this girl become adjusted to this place, please show her around."

"Yes mama." Said the girl.

Meg came over to her bed. She was beautiful. Her hair was blonde, like the rays of the sun, and her eyes were a deep blue, like an ocean. She was dressed up in a ballet suit.

"She must belong to the ballet." Kara thought.

"Excuse me Madame, but I do not have any clothes to wear."

"Of course here, there are clothes within these drawers and chest, you may pick anyone that you like. When you are finished dressing Meg will bring you the ballet room where I must speak to you."

With that, the ballet mistress left the room, leaving Kara and Meg all alone.

"What did you think that you will wear? I know there are some beautiful gowns in there! I used to wear them when I was little but then mama would get mad with me." Laughed Meg.

This made Kara a little more cheery. This young girl was very nice to her even though she had only met her a few minutes ago.

"Well I will let you get dressed and I will wait outside the door."

Meg smiled and walked out of the room. Kara looked around the room. It was a large room but very beautiful. She couldn't help but look at the large mirror that was near the far wall, right in the middle.

She walked over to it. Unknown to her, the Phantom was behind the glass listening and watching her. His body began rigid as Kara placed a hand on the mirror, and began to trace along the edges. Here the Phantom got a better look at this new stranger. She was normal height for her age; she had a slender body perfect for dancing. Her hair was a dark drown, yet looked chestnut in the candles light, her hair was straight but had curls at the ends. Then he looked at her eyes; they were brown, with a dark brown rim around it. She looked like…

"Kara are you ready yet?" called Meg.

"No sorry I'll get dressed now." Answered Kara through the door.

The Phantom turned around to leave her to have some privacy, as she got dressed. He wandered back down to his lair underneath the Opera house. For some reason he couldn't get her face out of his head.

Meanwhile, Kara found a dress. It was a pale blue in colour, with a very simple long skirt. It was very plain; nothing to flashy thought it did has a very daring neckline, but still not showing too much. A while ribbon was tied around her waist, for the dress was a little too big on her small frame. She tied her hair back with a piece of ribbon that she had found along with the dress.

She walked over to the mirror. She actually looked quite beautiful, as the blue really brought out her eyes.

"Kara are you ready now that I can come in?" giggled Meg.

"Yes I am ready please come in."

Meg opened the door and gasped.

"Oh may dear Lord."

"Meg what is it? Are you alright?" Asked Kara as she walked over to her dumbfounded friend.

"Yes I am, but Kara you look like…"

The Phantom had returned to the mirror to see her once again.

"Kara you look like Christine Daae." Said Meg.

Kara looked confused as she looked into the large mirror, not knowing to her that she was looking straight into the Phantom's shocked face.

"She does look like her…my Christine." Mused the Phantom.

"Who is the Christine you speak of?" questioned Kara.

"She dances here, and…I can't believe you look like her!" squealed Meg.

"But come we have to go see my mama before she gets worried, I'm sure that you will meet Christine in the ballet room."

Both girls picked up their skirts and ran towards the door, shutting it behind them as they ran down the hall.

The Phantom still stood behind the mirror.

"Who are you?"