Sing For Me...
Bad writers block...so bad...nevertheless here it is! Enjoy ^-^'
The Phantom sat at his organ, his fingers placed on the keys as he stared blankly at the sheet of paper in front of him, it was blank. No notes were written on it, no glorious melody…just nothing. He placed his head in his hands, this was wrong, he was the Angel of Music, but where was his ability to compose?
He sighed and got up from the seat and paced around his lair, he glanced at the gondola which still held the girl he had brought down here to help him in his task, she was still sleeping. The phantom simply sat down on his leather arm chair and picked up dying red rose he found lying around as he observed it carefully. It brought back painful memories, he quickly closed his hand around it and crushed the delicate petals as he opened it once more and let them fall to the ground.
His eyes quickly shot up once he heard a splash followed by complaints.
"Son of a bitch!" Monica yelled panicked just before she lost her balance and fell into the water. It was freezing much to her predicament. She quickly swam to the surface shaking with her arms around her. Her head snapped over to the Phantom as her expression quickly turned from surprised into fearful.
She trudged out of the water, her teeth chattering loudly as she walked back away from him.
"Why am I here?" she asked while his eyes followed her every move, if she continued to walk backwards she would quickly…before he could even tell her she lost her footing and fell back, she had tripped over some books he had left lying around.
"I have brought you here for one purpose and one alone," he told her standing and tossing the dying stem of the rose aside, a thorn nicking his palm slightly as a drop of blood ran down his fingertips, "you are going to assist me in bringing the Opera house back to life," he told her as he walked over to her, she quickly tried to back away from him as he continued to walk calmly to her.
When he reached her he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her to make her face him, "I expect you to cooperate, should these commands be ignored something will happen to you," he told her venom dripping in his voice as she gulped while looking into his ice blue eyes.
She nodded her head as tears pooled at her eyes, upon seeing this his expression changed somewhat as he released her quickly and brought himself up to his full height once more as he walked away from her leaving her there to stare after him in confusion.
"Why me?" she cried after him tears spilling down her eyes, tears of hate. He stopped to look at her, for a fleeting second she reminded him of her that fateful night when she told him she hated him. He shook the though away before turning back to his organ and sitting down on it while picking up a pen and ink and concentrating on his work.
"You were foolish enough to come looking for me, now you got what you came here for," he told her calmly as she gathered enough courage and picked herself up backing up against a wall and staring at his form hunched over the organ, he seemed tired…exhausted almost.
She felt pity for him…somewhat. He had kidnapped her after all; it was useless trying to escape from him. This was his home; she would probably get lost trying to escape. She bit her lower lip as she shook, she was cold but there was no way in hell she would ask for his assistance.
"It wasn't my idea," she mumbled as he turned to look at her slightly.
"Pardon," he replied as a small amount of rage flashed through her eyes.
"IT WASN'T MY IDEA TO COME LOOKING FOR YOU!" she yelled at him hoping she would get to him as he tilted his head, this was going to be a long and painful ride if she didn't cooperate with him, her being loud wasn't helping with his composing.
His head throbbed from the volume she had used as he clenched his teeth slightly, he wasn't used to this, nor would he have it be something new to him.
"I do not care, you still thought it amusing to run around through my home," he told her as she clenched her fists dying to land a hard punch to that face of his. Hoping to at least crack his mask, to make it fall, anything to irritate him.
"I can't leave can I?" she asked hopeless as she looked around, truth be told the place was magnificent, candles were on every surface lighting the lair in a luminous way, the various paintings hung on the stone walls. His organ, she could tell he had probably made it himself, she could make out a lot of detail and she was standing far away from it. She peeked her head through a red curtain to find a bed with silk covers shaped in the form of a swan.
"That is where you will be staying, anything else is out of bounds for you, you are to touch nothing, unless I tell you to," he told her as she walked in, she could faintly hear what he had told her. She was too entranced with the room to care.
It was beautiful; she could tell he had taken his time in doing everything. She ran her hand over the silk bed and smiled despite the situation, she could have never dreamt of having a bed like this, she had to hand it to the Phantom; he had a way with decorating. A dresser caught her eye as she rushed over and opened it. Much to her disappointment it only held dresses, elaborately made and gloriously detailed. Sadly she never was one for wearing them, a white shirt caught her attention as she pulled it out immediately and noticed it was probably his.
She shrugged the thought off and changed from her soaked clothes as she tossed them aside and slipped on the shirt, it was huge on her, but it was at least dry. It rested just above her knees. She ignored the comments she would probably get due to it being somewhat inappropriate as she looked around and found some leather pants at the bottom of the dresser. She crossed her fingers hopping they weren't huge. She almost screamed in joy when she noticed they were the perfect size for her.
It then hit her; he had probably put those pieces there on purpose. She silently thanked him as she slipped inside of the pants and tucked the shirt slightly giving her a pirate look with the ruffled shirt and tight pants.
She pulled on some boots she found at the dresser as well as she walked over to a mirror he miraculously still had and nodded in approval to herself. It was better than nothing. She halted when she heard the most beautiful sound flood through her body and thoughts. He was playing something on the organ and it was mesmerizing to her, almost hypnotizing. She walked out of the room as she pushed the curtain aside and walked over to him, he was so into the tune that he failed to notice she was looking over him. His fingers seemed to dance over the keys thinking on their own accord as she continued to watch, her eyes landing on the piece of paper he had next to him.
She was shocked to find it blank, where was he reading this from…or was it all just out of his mind. Impossible! Nothing this beautiful could be thought of that quickly and without fault. And yet there he was playing it by memory.
"It's beautiful," she told him as he stopped suddenly and turned to look at her dressed in what he had put in the dresser as a last resort, he had a feeling she would not put on the dresses.
"Get ready we will be heading to the upper levels in a few minutes," he told her as she looked at his back and noticed a spec of blood on it. Her hand instantly flew up to see what was wrong as she brushed it slightly over it making him hiss and shoot out of the seat.
"Do not touch me!" he thundered to her as she shrunk immediately under his gaze, he towered over her making her look away in fear once more as he calmed himself. She was just curious, nothing to get worked up about, but when you were cast away from the world for so long, you learned to watch your back.
He sighed as he kept himself in check and backed away from her as she slowly found it in herself to approach him once more. If they wouldn't get along this would prove disastrous. Her instincts however kicked in, she had always been one to be concerned over other people, she always put them first even if it meant delaying her needs in the process. Seeing him like that just made her want to see what was wrong.
"What happened?" she asked in a soft voice as he ignored her and snatched his cape off of the chair that was nearby as he put in on in one single swish. He walked over to her and grabbed her roughly by the arm while pushing her ahead as they walked through the lair heading towards another curtain.
Monica remembered that behind most of these held mirrors behind them, was me mad? Did he want them to crash into them? Nevertheless he continued to walk with confidence as she tensed and tried to go back as his grip tightened even more causing her to wince. It would probably leave a mark due to the pressure he was applying. He shoved her through the curtain, much to her surprise she went right through it and right into a dark hallway as he stepped through and walked on ahead of her, his eyes used to this kind of darkness as he left her behind while she walked slowly using the walls as guidance.
He stopped once he noticed she wasn't behind him anymore and went back to fetch her, he forgot she wasn't like him, she hadn't spent an eternity underground, her eyes weren't used to this type of lighting. They were used to the light above, of a free world, a world where he would easily be shunned from.
He pulled her along with agitation, she would have to move faster than this in the future if she was to live with him. They quickly made their way to the top levels of the Opera Populaire as they stood on the stage. He quickly walked off and jumped down as he waited for her to follow. After a moment of hesitation she too jumped and followed after him afraid to provoke him and to snap at her. She had seen a brief flash of that, and she didn't want to see it again.
"Hurry up," he barked at her as she jumped slightly and picked up her pace as he stopped at the doors leading outside of the theater and pulled out a bag while tossing it to her. She threw him a questioning glance as he glared back at her.
"Do not question me girl, outside is a pair of gentlemen who intend to sell this place to you, if you so much as say anything about me or that you are being held against you will you will never see the light of day again," he told her, she could tell he meant it.
He opened the door to her and pushed her out as she gasped at the sudden cold air that hit her face as she walked down the stairs and over to a black car that held two men standing outside well dressed with papers in their hands.
"What could you possibly want with this place young lady?" one of them asked as she shrugged and handed the bag over to them as they opened it while their mouths dropped open in surprise, it was money, gold coins from back in the day. Worth more today than before. They looked up at the girl again, her teeth chattering loudly as she hugged herself.
"Well it's all yours," they told her as one of them handed her the papers and the other the key to the Opera house. She took them quickly and started to walk back in but stopped just before she walked in when they called after her.
"Good luck with the Phantom!" they called jokingly after her. She had to hold back desperate scream, tears flowed down her face as they halted and started to freeze due to the cold breeze.
"If you only knew," she whispered clutching the papers close to her chest as she walked back into the theatre where her life would become a living hell under the Opera Ghost's watch. The world would never know of this unfair treatment. This was unfair, she didn't deserve to be kidnapped by some Phantom, hell he should be dead by now…and where was Jack when she needed him?
She silently prayed that he came back for her; she didn't want to be the Phantom's prisoner forever, hell she wished she could just drop the papers and run right now. She knew better, instead she just collapsed on the steps crying to herself as a tune escaped from her lips.
"Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
Shudder deep and cry out:
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me? "
Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?"
She looked up at the theater, and then back down, this was going to kill her. Did her friends just not care enough to come and get her? Was she truly that unimportant? She knew they probably didn't give a damn about her being kidnapped; they would probably go on living their lives and forget she even existed.
It pained her to think of it that way and yet she knew it was true.
The Phantom had watched the whole transaction go smoothly, by the looks of it she had remained quiet about the whole situation she was in and started to walk back to him. The car with the two men drove off and almost immediately she collapsed on the steps, he was about to go out and pick the pathetic girl up when something stopped him and caused him to freeze on the spot.
She was singing, something he had longed to hear, someone else's voice other than his own. And yet the words in the song she was singing pained him, he knew what he was doing to her was wrong, but how many times had the world wronged him? How many times had it stabbed him in the back? Enough to let him know that he couldn't trust anyone or anything.
Sure she was nothing compared to her but with a little work she could be. The Phantom made a mental note to make her sing once more once they were inside and down in his lair as he sighed to himself, how things had changed.
He waited for her to finish, once she did he calmly walked out and picked her up gently. She made no protest, no remarks, no signs that she even acknowledged him. She simply allowed herself to be dragged in to her prison once more by the man who controlled her life now. She couldn't change anything, she never would.
He led her through the theater and down once more to the lair as he let her go once they were inside while he walked over to his organ and sat down calmly. What he said next however caused her to look up at him in shock.
"Sing," he commanded as her fearful chocolate eyes locked with his blue ones. She shook her head, she couldn't sing, she wasn't a singer.
"I can't," she told him as anger rose in him; he had given her a simple task, why couldn't she just follow through.
"I shall repeat myself only once…now sing," he told her as she fumbled with her hands and looked down, opening her mouth as she finally started to sing, the sound echoing through the lair and into his ears as a smile crept onto the corner of his lips.
"Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding.
Fall into your sunlight.
The future's open wide, beyond believing.
To know why, hope dies.
Losing what was found, a world so hollow.
Suspended in a compromise.
The silence of this sound, is soon to follow.
Somehow, sundown.
And finding answers.
Is forgetting all of the questions we called home.
Passing the graves of the unknown.
As reason clouds my eyes, with splendor fading.
Illusions of the sunlight.
And a reflection of a lie, will keep me waiting.
With love gone, for so long.
And this day's ending,
Is the proof of time killing, all the faith I know.
Knowing that faith, is all I hold.
And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand.
Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love, without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on.
But I know, all I know, is that the end's beginning.
Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart.
Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent.
All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain.
All is lost, hope remains, and this war's not over.
There's a light, there's the sun, taking all shattered ones.
To the place we belong, and his love will conquer all…
Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding.
Fall into your sunlight…"
He was pleased with this…but why did he feel partially guilty for her. He shook the thought off, it was meaningless to argue with himself now. He turned to look at her once more as she collapsed at his feet understanding the fate she had just sealed for herself.
"You can't do this! When have I wronged you?" she cried as he shook her off and turned his face away from her, he was the Opera Ghost, and not even a girl would convince him once he set his mind on something.
"Get some rest," he told her as she looked up at him once more, his face was completely shadowed, and she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She picked herself up and walked slowly and solemnly towards her 'room' she opened the curtain and looked back at him.
"Were not all the same…so don't hate me because I remind you of her!" she yelled back at him as he froze. He hadn't expected that, had she seen it in his eyes as he watched her sing?
He turned from his organ and rose slowly, his anger seething, how dare she tell him what to do or how to think? He turned to yell something back only to see her gone from his view, he thought about going after her to settle this little dispute but though better of it.
He simply sighed and ran a hand through his black hair as he walked away from his music, stepping over sheets of scattered notes and over to his room, she had to come out of hers eventually. He would rest until she decided to do so, and when she did, he would teach her never to mess with the Phantom of the Opera.
Review! On a side note, the songs were Missing by Evanescence and Shattered by Trading Yesterday. Just as a little note incase some of you were wondering heheh :)