Author's note- So I've only gotten 1 review so far, thats okay though, I am not giong to to stop writing this story..Anyway..this chapter I'm giong to go into more detail about Eve's appearance...Okay on with the story!
I stared at Erik has he leaned over the girl and sang softly in her ear. It had been nearly three years since the last time I saw him, after the opera fire I thought he would have left,
ofcourse that was a foolish thought. The Opera house was his home, he would probablly live here untill he died, and then his spirit would continue to watch over the preformances. Yes Erik would always live here, even in the after-life.
I sat beside the girl and placed my hand to her forehead. She had a very high temperature, I could not wait for morning to summon a doctor. She was very ill and needed care now.
Standing I made my way to the room of my daughter Meg. I slid inside and gently shook her awake. She stared at me and sat up slowly.
"Yes mother?" she aked."What's a matter?" "Go and fetch a doctor," I told her."There is a very sick girl who needs help. Go quickly and do not stop for any reason."
Meg nodded before climbing out of bed. She pulled on her blue hooded cloak and left quickly. I returned to my own room to check on the girl. I sat beside her and pulled a blanket over her. As I did this I took in all of her features.
Long,light brown hair that was in desprete need of brushing, round cheecks and thin lips. Her skin was dirty and a layer of grime was evident, she wore ratty old clothes that did not seem to fit her. I noticed her hair was covering the left side of her face completely. I gently brushed it aside and found that her face had what looked like burn marks down the side of her face. I pushed her hair farther back and saw that her neck was scared as well. Though the scars clearly were noticable, they did not make her anyless beautiful. She was a very beautiful girl who simply had not been given a chance to blosom, but now she would. My fingers trailed slightly arounde her neck when suddenly a hand caught mine.
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I stared up at the ballet instructor with confused eyes. Why was she staring at my awful scars, the ones that condemed me to lonilness. Why would she allow her soft hands to trail upon such horrendos features? I wanted to ask her this but a more important question came to mind.
"Where am I?" I asked timidly. She released her hand and brushed away my bangs. "The Opera Populaire," she replied. "I am taking you in so that you can have a place to live."
I pulled my hair back over my face and sat up.
"I thought I heard an angel," I whispered, remebering the voice that had sung to me quietely as I dreamed."His voice was so mezmirizing."
Madame Giry smilled beforepushing me back to lie on the bed.
"You should rest," she told me."My daughter is bringing a doctor, you will be well soon. In the meantime child, what is your name?"
I blushed slightly.
"My name is Eveylyn Marinette," I replied."But please call me Eva. And you are Madame Giry?"
" Yes I am," she answered."How old are you Eve?"
"I am 16,"I said."I look younger."
Just then a young girl, not much older than myself, with blonde hair walked in. Behind her was a elderly man, who I pressumed was a doctor.
"Mother?" the girl asked."Is this the ill girl you spoke of?"
"Yes Meg," Madame Giry replied."This is Eve, she is going to be living with us."
Meg smiled at me and gave a slight bow. I smiled in return and bowed my head, careful to let my hair cover the left side of my face.
"My name is Meg Giry," the girl said."I'm sure we will become great friends."
Madame Giry ushered Meg out and the two left me to the elderly doctor.
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During the whole examination, my mind kept wondering back to the voice whisch I heard. It truly sounded like an angel's tenor voice. It swirled through my ears and I caught myself humming it. I had the strangest feeling like I'd heard the voice before, as though it belonged to someone I knew.
My mind continued to float back to the alleyway when I had fallen asleep. I had felt arms around me, carrying me, but who would want ot help me.
I closed me eyes and sighed, still hearing those words run through my head.
Please, sweet child, listen to the muusic of the night
I silently made up my mind to do what the voice said, I would listen to this Angel. This Angel of music.