"Mother, I am worried. What if he does kill Tod?" Leanna lay in her bed, waiting for the dreaded moment of which her mother would blow out the candle. "Leanna, your fears only make him that much stronger." Her mother's eyes were filled with sadness. Leanna knew how she must feel; unable to get rid of this nightmare, of which stalked her one and only daughter so frequently. "I will not fall prey to his whim. He will have to kill me before such deeds are done." Leanna closed her eyes preparing for the darkness to come. "You are one of a kind, Leanna. I see neither your father nor thyself in you." Her mother gently ran her fingers through her hair. "I resemble you, and have my father strength." Leanna pointed out. "Soon you will become your own women." Said her mother, and with that being said she blew out the candle. "Good night, my little dreamer." Leanna smiled at the familiar nickname. When she was little she used to dream of a wide and exciting future. Now it seemed that she was at the mercy of a dream killer. She felt her eyes getting heavy, so she rested her head on her pillow. Leanna, five more days are left until your love faces his abrupt death. If you love him, you will surrender to thy whim. He sang these words in her head. She sat up and screamed. "Thy love is nothing of a wretches business! Return to your prison of night and remain there!" A wild laugh of rage, mockery, craziness, and amusement roared inside her mind. She put her hands over her ears and found shelter beneath the covers.
Leanna was walking through the corridors of the opera house, ready for anything. She bumped into Margaret Noon, who pushed her aside. "This stage is for divas only." She said, sticking her nose in the air as if it to show rank. "Leanna can sing better than you. You sound like a million chickens scratching on a chalkboard." Tod had seen the act of disrespect, and had come to save his madden in need. "Fine, then let your little princess prove herself." Leanna looked to Tod, he had never heard her sing, and how would he know. She remembered the song that had boomed inside her head, and decided to finally let it flow free. The mans part went through her head. Then came the womens part. "You have brought me, to the moment my words run dry, to the point where speech disappears into silence, silence. I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining. Defenseless and silent. Now I'm here with you, no second thoughts. I've decided, decided. Past the point of no return, no going back now!" Then a hand wrapped it self around her mouth, and began to drag her away. As she grabbed the hand and threw it down, her mother turned her around and pinned her to the wall. "Where did you hear that devilish song!" Her eyes were locked on hers. "I'm surprised you would ask, considering the part that I was singing was yours." She glared at her mother. "He wants to hear your voice one last time, yet for the rest of his life." "What do you mean?" Her mother gave her a shake. "He wants me to sing for him. I have your voice, the art of song burns in me, and he knows it." Christine saw a familiar look come to her daughter's eye, it was determination. "I will not go down, cold and lifeless. I guarantee the fire will be ignited, and he will have to burn his hands to touch me." Leanna took a deep breath, and looked out at the stage. "Your voice is of silk, it's beautiful and gentle. You will have quite a career, because I think you left Madame Noon speechless." Tod ran up to Leanna and scooped her up in his arms and twirled her around. "You were great, I knew you were a reincarnation of your mother." Her mother couldn't believe it, Tod was the only young man who Leanna would let touch her. He must be special. She thought. He set her down and then Mary came up to them. "Leanna! I'm speechless, you are great!" Leanna wasn't paying attention to Mary though, one questioned burned in her mind. "Where is Sara?" Mary looked shocked at the reply she received from this compliment. "I haven't seen her all day." Leanna's mind was reeling inside her head. The Phantom had yet to show his face, and neither had Sara. "Tod will you come with me for a second?" She began to walk towards the stairs that lead to the attic, not giving Tod a chance to answer. She cautiously walked up them one by one, feeling the presence getting stronger. She reached the door, but didn't go in. Instead she put her ear to the door. "You chose her over me! I promised to serve as your correspondent, and you chose her over me!" The voice was Sara, she was mad, "Do not question thy decisions! I gave you the gift of music, but it must be Leanna that carries on my torch." There was a thud, as if someone stood up. "I have served you faithfully, but that witch denies you any recognition. Your mind is clouded by revenge and hatred towards Christine." "Servants of my whim do not open their mouths for their own pride." Leanna feared of what would become of Sara, despite her mutiny. She threw open the door, Tod behind her. "Don't lay a finger on her you ill, revenge seeking, tyrant." He turned to her, a smile of great evil lit upon his face. "Why my dear, you grace my home with your presence. Come in, your friend too." Tod tried to step in front of her, but she wouldn't let him. "Wrap your arms around me." He looked at her questing, whether it was safe or not. "He can't hurt you if I'm in his way. Sara go down stairs, I will talk to you soon." Sara moved towards the door, but slammed it shut. "Master, has been wanting to talk to you." She blocked the doorway and had an evil sneer on her face. "We would love to stay and chat, but I have other plans for my love." Tod grabbed Sara and threw her out of the way. Grabbing Leanna's hand they began to run down the stairs, until they reached Tod's room. "He has us pinned at all corners." Leanna cried. The door began to creak open, Leanna leaned against it and Tod pushed it shut. The door began to shake as someone tried to bust it down. "He won't give up until he has my voice at his disposal. Tod, I don't want us to be separated." Tod looked down at her, she seemed small and weak, but he knew she was trying to be strong. "Your heart is mine. If he wants it, I'll fight him for it!" Leanna launched herself into his arms, they felt safe and secure. "Never let me go." She cried. "I won't." He replied, taking a ring from his pocket. "A sign of pure ownership to the Phantom, a token of love and passion to thyself." He slipped the ring onto her finger. "Four days, is all he gives you to live. I will make sure it's a life time of forever." Tod saw the plan turning inside her mind, working out all flaws and quirks. "I have an idea."
The night of the Masquerade Ball. Tod had escorted Leanna, as he promised. As they danced, Raoul eyed them curiously. "I do not like they way that boy, looks at her. She seems fine with him touching her, yet I can not dare touch her." Christine touched his face gently, bringing his attention back to her. "He's very special to her. Do not separate them, his arms are her castle of hope." Do you see us in their place?" Her eyes were locked on Raoul's as if to send a message, but it did not connect. "Oh no! I forgot thy ring in thy room." Leanna was looking at her hand, it was bare. "I shall get it for you." Tod said, as he began to run towards the stairs. The time is now my dear, the boy or you. "Tod, no, don't go alone!" She began to run, but a hand caught hers. It was Sara. "Your little boyfriend is his now." A look of defiance crossed her face. "I love him, and no one can keep us a part." She ripped her hand quickly from Sara's, and her father grabbed her to make sure she couldn't come interfere anymore. "Tod, Tod!" She ran up the stairs to her room. There was something in her wardrobe. She cautiously moved towards it and opened it. "There you are, did he do anything to you?" "Tod grabbed her and pulled her into the wardrobe. "It's a trap, keep silent." "I'm not afraid of him." She tried to step out of the wardrobe, but Tod pulled her to him. "No, I will not let us be parted by a man who chooses to remain in the shadows." She waited for ten minutes, until the danger had passed. "What was his plan?" She asked, her eyes not wanting to imagine the fait that could have been hers. "He was to capture you after I exited the wardrobe and began to walk you back down. He would capture you and kill me." Leanna blinked, in an instant her eyes had gone from terror to hatred. "Let him set his traps, let him try to kill you. His plans will fail!" As they made it to Tod's bedroom door, he took her hands. "Our love is stronger than his grasp." He gently kissed her, but she didn't wish for him to pull away. As he did, her hand burned with the intensity of a flame. "I must leave here, Tod." She ran down the corridors, afraid of what lurked around each corner. As she turned around the corner, a black cape whirled around her. "Foolishness appears to be a strong trait of yours, Leanna." She stayed still, but the cape was lifted from her. A red rose wrapped in a black ribbon, along with a note in its place. The note read: Dear Leanna,
I will not hold back on you any longer. The boy must leave the picture, or more than one person will fall. If you try to escape you will forever be mine.
From,
OG
This was exactly what Leanna wanted. He had his plans, but she had hers. The Phantom would not return on the seventh day. She could only pray her plan worked, and no blood was spilled onto her hands.
Behold the sixth night, for everyone sleep was impenetrable. Leanna found herself walking along the corridors to the stage. She looked out into the empty audience. A song had come to her head that night. She was unable to push it from her mind, and decided to let it flow free.
LEANNA
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 Opera is there-Inside my mind.
TOD
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 Opera is there -inside your mind.
Tod offered Leanna his hand, and they began to dance.
LEANNA
Those who have seen your face,
Draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear.
TOD
It's me they hear.
BOTH
You're/my spirit and my/you're voice in one combined.
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my/your mind.
Leanna could now see the Phantom's white mask in box five, and stayed close to Tod as they danced around the stage...hoping she was protecting him.
TOD
In all your fantasies,you always knew that man and mystery . . .
LEANNA
...Were both in you.
BOTH
And in this labyrinth, where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here inside your/my mind . . .
LEANNA
He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera...
From this point on she hit high note after high note, in hopes that someone would be awaken. As her last note faded her parents appeared in one of the boxes, and the black cape and white mask were gone once more.
"Raoul, do you not see it. What they represent, and what could have been." She was looking at them, as if memories were flooding back to her. "I still do not see what you wish me to." He looked at Christine then to Tod and Leanna. "The songs are brought to Leanna's mind, and for some reason the boy just knows them. I see two past lovers brought together by the one man who started this labret of haunting. They are bonded by a love for each other and the arts of music." Raoul looked at his daughter and at once a shadow formed around her, as a memory long forgotten flooded back. "I see it now. Could this have been intentional?" "No the look of love is deep and passionate in that boys eyes." Christine took Raoul's hand as they went back to bed, feeling Tod would keep their daughter safe.