The Infamous Opera Ghost Chapter 7: Unwritten, a phantom of the opera fanfic

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Chapter 7 "Unwritten"

Lizzie woke up the next morning, and slipped on a light purple dress. She pulled her hair into a half pony-tail then went downstairs to meet her father for breakfast.

"Papa?" She asked as she sat down in her usual seat.

"Yes Dear."

"My I go to the Opera today?" He folded his paper and sat it down next to him.

"Lizzie what do you do when you are at the Opera? Why this obsession with it?"

"Someone is giving me voice lessons."

"Really? Who?" Lizzie was silent for a moment then answered:

"His name is… Pierre… Yule." Raoul gave her a strange look then said:

"Alright, but don't forget you have a fiancée who would like to spend more time with you."

"Yes, I know Papa."

"Lizzie, I need to ask you a question that has been troubling me for a couple days."

"What is the matter?" He sighed then continued

"Lizzie, have you come into contact with… the Opera Ghost?"

"Why do you ask?" She said purposely avoiding his eyes.

"It's just… you look so much like your mother, if he ever saw you it might cause him to… feel lustful once again."

"Oh Papa I highly doubt it."

"Don't be so sure Lizzie he is a crazy man."

"But you your self said he had a hard life. Wouldn't anyone go a little mad after being a attraction at a gypsy fair?"

"Lizzie you are not taking sides with that monster are you?" Raoul asked his tone a little harsher.

"Papa he is not a monster!" She said almost yelling, but quickly softened her voice and said "He's probably dead anyway, there is no use us getting into an argument over something that doesn't exist."

"Yes I suppose you're right." The two finished their breakfast, then Lizzie went outside to the carriage.

ERIK'S LAIR

I wonder what Lizzie is doing now.

You Fool, why do you even care? She dose not Love You! You are a Repulsive Beast. Why would she want you when she has that Fredrick as her Fiancée?

She said herself she did not Love him. She wanted passion and darkness. Who better to provide that then the very man who lives in the darkness? Or the man who fills music with such passion that it could seduce the girl's mother.

Erik had been having these arguments with his conscience ever since Lizzie left last night.

Erik this is not like you. It took you almost a decade to fall in love with Christine. And now you fall in love with her daughter in 3 days flat.

I don't Love her, she is just a friend.

A very friendly friend…

Of course not! The only reason I am thinking of her so often is because she has been the only women, besides Madame Giry, who is brave enough to accept my face and murderous past.

And the fact that she is gorgeous made no matter to you?

Of course not!……… a little.

Erik sat by the lake, still lost in his thought. So lost that he had not composed all day, he had even taken some time to sleep. Which was a rare thing for him. Why was she effecting him so much?

He heard a noise behind him, and he turned his head quickly to see what it was. He saw Lizzie coming out of the mirror passage. Her smile was bright and she said:

"Good Morning, I trust you slept well."

"Surprisingly yes."

"Good. Shall we start on my lesson? We did not get much accomplished yesterday."

"Sounds Great." He stood up from the lake and walked over to his pipe organ and Lizzie. "Alright start with the warm up then we'll move on to a song." He started once again at a low E on his organ. Lizzie followed him up the scale till she got to a high C. "Good you are doing much better with your posture." Lizzie smiled.

"Are we going to do the same song as yesterday?"

"No I think you need something more challenging." He grabbed a sheet of music from a folder next to him and placed it on the music stand. At the top it read She Sings… Lizzie smiled again.

"I'll start two measures before you come in."

"Alright." Erik began to play the notes that began the song, then Lizzie started to sing the strange melody.

"Far away in a far off land lives a child who loves to sing.

She opens up her fragile heart and her song it takes wing

She sings La…

On the grass on the cool green grass that was hers since she could run

She lies with hair open like a fan in warmth of summer sun

She sings La…

She lies with hair open like a fan

She lies with hair open like a fan!

She cries for light when the day is done

She fears what night my bring

She cries for those who have never loved

And for those who never sing…"

Her voice floated through the air on the same middle C. Even after Erik stopped the note. When she ran out of air she gasped for breath and then looked at him. His look was… some where between impressed and shocked.

"Was it… okay?" Lizzie asked with a shy smile.

"Yes." He said simply. Not letting her know that she did fantastic for simply sight reading the music.

"Oh, good."

"There were a few places though, make sure you use the crescendos and watch your dynamics."

"Alright,"

"Okay now start again at measure 36. On the third "She lies with hair open like a fan" make sure you really get into the high notes. You know… passion." Lizzie smiled and then began:

"She lies with hair open like a fan

She lies with hair open like a fan!"

That time Lizzie made a huge improvement. The high notes sounded like they were produced by an angel.

"Very good."

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They had finished the hour long lesson and Erik went to fetch some tea. He went into the kitchen and set the kettle in the fire place. It stemmed fast, and he poured it into two cups. He brought the drinks back out towards the pipe organ. He handed her the porcelain cup and she said:

"Thank You." He nodded in reply. "Did you ever live outside of the Opera house, after Madame Giry rescued you?" Erik sat down in his chair then replied:

"Yes, after your mother left me I tried to live in the real world. I bought an apartment. Turns out no matter where I go, I am hated."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He nodded in return. "Not just about that…also, my mother leaving you. It must have hurt brutally."

"You don't need to be sorry, I guess any women would have done the same." He said looking away from her eyes.

"No Erik, she probably loved you but…"

"But what Lizzie? She chose him she did not love me!" He said standing up from his chair. "She loved him Lizzie…she loved him." He bend to the floor and held his head in his hands. She got up from the organ and walked over to him. She sat her hand on his shoulder and bent down to his level. She had no idea what to say. What do you say to a man who is still heart broken over your dead mother? She said the only thing that seemed logical:

"Erik it's alright," 'That was stupid.' she thought. He looked up to her eyes. "I'm sorry for bringing her up. It's just I thought…I just…I'm sorry. Maybe I should go."

"No, no you don't have to." Erik cursed himself for saying that. Lizzie smiled but said:

"I need to my father will be worried." She stood up and turned towards the exit. "Oh, I may not be able to come tomorrow, but I will try my best. Goodbye Erik."

"Goodbye Lizzie." She went over the threshold into the darkness.

Erik still sat on his place on the floor.

What just happened? Did she care for me? Or just pity me? Why had I reacted like that to talking of Christine? I haven't felt like that since she left.

He sighed and stood up. Walked over to his beloved instrument. He placed his hands on the ivory keys, and let the notes flow from his fingers. The combination sounded lovely and he scribbled it down before he forgot the harmony.

I'm not sure if i like this chapter, it just dosen't seem... right. anyway what do you think?

Tata for now

AOM24

Unwritten

By: Natasha Bedingfeild

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, Oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines (yeah yeah)
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way (oh oh)

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

The rest is still unwritten...