A.N. here it is the highly anticipated sixth chapter, thank you for your patience
Chapter 6
Let the dark waltz begin
Isabelle woke up, she was a little disoriented. Her head was throbbing with a major headache. The last thing she remembered was that she was at the graveyard visiting her parent's grave. Everything was a complete blank.
A maid came into her room, she picked up the gown that Isabelle wore. Isabelle realized that she wasn't wearing anything under the sheets that covered her body. The maid left without even saying a word. There was a night gown on a chair near the bed.
Isabelle got out of the bed, the sheet slid off of her very naked body. She picked up the white night gown. She put it on. It was a little tight chest wise. She could live with it. It wasn't as tight as a corset but still it was fairly tight.
She knew she wasn't in her room. The colours in the room were a bit dark, deep shades of blue, red. It seemed that the room was decorated by a man. The only thing feminine in the room was her.
"Where am I?" she asked herself
She walked to a window, she pulled the blinds. Expecting to see the sun, she was disappointed. The moonlight shined into the room. The moonlight shined on her. It made her look like an angel that descended down from the heavens.
"I forgot how beautiful you are in the moonlight." A voice said from behind.
Isabelle unfortunately recognised the voice.
"Why am I here Stephane?" she asked
He approached her, each step that he took were very silent. He placed his hands on her shoulders. As each hand touched her skin, she felt unease with him.
"I brought you here because I want to protect you." He said with a suave tone in his voice.
"You and I both know that isn't true. You can believe me when I say that I would rather be dead than to be yours." She said with a snare. She got out of his grasp. She looked at him and she could tell that he was beginning to be mad.
He took a deep breath.
"Why must you aggravate me?" he asked
Fury began to build into his eyes. She started to turn away from him. He grabbed her arm, he pulled her closer to him.
"Let me go." She said
He didn't let go, he only gripped tighter around her are like a boa squeezing its prey. She struggled out of his grasp. He tried to bring her to the bed, she slapped his face. That was the last straw. He slapped her so hard, that she fell to the floor. He looked down at her with a very superior look on his face. He expected her to stay down on the floor. Slowly she started to get up. She had a bright red slap mark on her right cheek.
"You will never break me." She said as tears started running down her face, instead tears of sadness, they were tears of hatred.
Just before he was going to slap her again, the maid came in
"Dinner will be ready soon my lord." She said timidly
"Thank you, will you be joining us?" Stephane said
Isabelle turned away from him. She started to breathe a bit faster.
"I will be taking that as a no. Bring some food to the lady." He said to the maid
The maid left. Isabelle was determined to cause his life chaos.
Stephane left. She heard the door close. She turned around, she wiped away the tears. She thought that she was free of him. Apparently she could never be free from him, as long as he was in France.
She missed Erik, she missed his touch on her skin. The way he looked at her. The sound of her name as he said it. Erik didn't care that she was a countess. With Stephane she was just a way to be a trophy wife.
She wanted to leave, but as long as she stayed there. She was going to be his prisoner. The maid came in with some food. She placed it on a table. Isabelle looked at it, she wasn't going to eat it. Isabelle was a headstrong woman. When she didn't want to do something, it would have to take an army to try to convince her. Even then the task was very difficult to do.
She sat down on the bed, she held her head in her hands. She had a tear run down her face. How was she going to get out of this. Already it was difficult to leave him the first time. She knew that this time it would excruciatingly difficult.
She obviously needed a plan. She knew she had to be sneaky about it. But whatever it was it had to be brilliant.
She went to the writing desk. She sat down and she wrote a letter to Erik.
Erik sat at his organ writing music. He looked at the grandfather clock. Something wasn't right. Isabelle never stayed out his late before. A servant came in and picked up the dinner tray. Something was clearly wrong. The last thing he remembered was that she was going to visit her parent's grave. That's where he went to go look. He picked up his mask, he left his room. He placed his cloak on his shoulders. He went to go get his horse. He rode off to the cemetery. He had a bad feeling that something was going to happen.
Finally he arrived at her family's crypt. He got of his horse he tried to find something. He stepped on something, he removed his foot and saw her necklace. He picked it up. He knew it was hers because it had her family's crest engraved on it. She never took it off. He went back to the house.
Isabelle hid the letter as best as she could. The door opened. Stephane came in.
"Feeling better pet?" he asked
She stayed quiet.
"I see you weren't hungry." He remarked
"No, I didn't have an appetite." She said
He walked closer to her. She took a deep breath. She had to gain all the courage she needed.
"Stephane, I realize that my behaviour was childish and I would like to apologize." She said
He had a surprised look on his face. It was the first time he ever heard her apologize before. He looked in her eyes and he could see sincerity.
"It's alright, I would appreciate it if you came downstairs to meet my brother's fiancé." He said
"As you wish, I will there in a few moments. I obviously can't meet them in my nightgown." She said.
A maid came in with a grey skirt and a blouse. Stephane left the room. The maid tied on her corset. Isabelle took a breath as it was being tied on. After she put on the grey skirt, then she slipped on the blouse. The maid pulled her hair back. She wore grey shoes. Isabelle walked out of the room. Stephane took her arm and they headed downstairs.
"Raoul, I believe you remember Isabelle de Merci." Stephane said
"Of course I remember. It is good to see you again." He said with a bow
"Isabelle I would like you to meet my fiancée, Christine Daaé." Raoul introduced
Christine stepped closer.
"It's a pleasure to meet Christine." Isabelle greeted.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Christine said
The ladies sat
down and started talking.
"I must say I haven't seen Raoul so
happy in a very long time." Isabelle said
"Yes, he is very protective over me but I think he does it to protect me." She replied
"You sang at the Opera Populaire didn't you." Isabelle asked
"Yes I did." She answered
"It's a shame that it burnt down." Isabelle said, she noticed that Christine shifted in her seat.
"Are you alright?" Isabelle asked
"I'm sorry, except it's a day I will never forget." Christine said
"I understand." Isabelle said
"Christine, it's time for us to go." Raoul said
"Thank you for coming, Raoul we will be having a party here. We were hoping that the both of you will come." Stephane said.
"What kind of party?" he asked
"We will be having a masked ball. It will be next week." Stephane said
"We will be there, see you next week brother, Isabelle." Raoul said then they left
Isabelle was breathing a bit fast, one the corset was really tight and the second was that she had an idea.
"I will be going to bed."Isabelle said
He nodded. He kissed her cheek.