Leave Me...
A/N: Well here it is after major writers block, bare with me on this one ok guys...I literally forced myself to write it in order to update for those who reviewed ;D Enjoy!
Monica woke to her usual alarm clock, the organ. The music flooded into her room and vibrated off the walls as she listened to the glorious tune not wanting to get up as she stared at the opening leading to the Phantom.
She sighed loudly dragging herself out of bed and out towards the Opera Ghost as she poked her head out of her room to look at him. As always he was to into his music to hear her approach.
"Morning," she told him walking over to a table and picking up an apple she found on it as she sat down and took a satisfied bite out of it. He tried not to laugh, she truly had no idea.
"You are late…they are going to be here in a matter of seconds," he reminded her as her mind caught up to her. The renovators! She had slept in as her eyes widened.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" she yelled at him running towards the entrance before his calm voice stopped her.
"Child," he called after her as she stopped and looked back at him temper flaring, that nickname had her going insane.
"I have a name you know! And so do you I can't keep calling you Phantom," she told him walking back to him taking another bite from her apple as his shoulders tensed visibly…a name…his name…how long had it been since someone actually knew his name? Did he even remember it?
He clenched his teeth at the thoughts, "There is a stairway leading upstairs faster behind that curtain," he told her sternly pointing to the closest blood red curtain that hung up against the wall as she turned to look at it and then back at him, he was changing the subject on her again. Something he seemed to do often when he didn't want to talk about something personal.
"You didn't tell me your name," she replied completely forgetting her panic of being late as she walked over to him and stood behind him as he refused to look at her, could he truly trust her with something so personal to him.
He stood abruptly turning towards her as she gasped and stepped back immediately seeing his raging expression.
She quickly reminded herself that she wasn't going to stand behind his pet, one that he could beat and make her fear him. No, this ended now. Her original spirit back with her she stood up to him.
"Why must you be so stubborn, I just asked for your name!" she yelled outraged at him as she took a hold of the v shaped collar of his shirt and pushed him back causing him so stumble not expecting such a backlash from her.
He wasn't about to back down either as his hands shot up and wrapped around her wrist in a painful manner while applying agonizing pressure as he flipped their roles and backed her up against the organ. The sides of the large organ digging into her back as she winced and glared up to him. She pushed him back and freed herself taking a hold of his shoulders and pushing him back against his own organ, once more flipping their roles.
She had been with him for over three days now and this was the first time either of them had ever had some sort of contact with each other. They both stood there panting in agitation as his metallic blue eyes locked with her dark chocolate pair. She hated him, loathed to be more exact and yet his eyes…they were to say the least beautiful. Not that the Phantom himself wasn't good looking either, yes in her time with him she had started to notice him more and more and felt herself drawn to him at times. This being one of them, her hands never left his chest as he breathed heavily trying to catch his breath and calm his nerves.
He glared down at the woman that had dared to push him around and yet something about her made him hold back on his rage. He could have lassoed her a long time ago to save himself the trouble and yet there she was holding on to him and looking up at him with those eyes of hers that made something within him calm. He could feel her touch as he glanced down to his chest to find her hands resting there over his exposed chest.
He looked down as something within him stirred, neither of them noticing that their faces where inches apart until a loud crash came from the Opera House upstairs causing the celling of the lair to shake slightly as she backed away instantly blinking in confusion. What had she been about to do?
The Phantom pulled back as well, what had gotten into him? He instantly made a mental note to never allow something like that to ever happen again as he turned to look at her, he battled with his conscience over keeping her down here with him than letting her go upstairs to deal with the idiots, his mind lost to his pride. He would not have another woman mess with him ever again; he had learned plenty last time.
Monica stood looking at the Phantom in shock, had she really been about to kiss the Opera Ghost? No, she would never do that, he had tried to kill her once, knocked her around more that she could count and hurt her when she did nothing to provoke him. And yet he had saved her from the pair of guys that had tried to take advantage of her, he had offered her his cloak when she had been cold. She battled with herself; she couldn't be falling for the Opera Ghost, that was impossible.
She blushed thinking of what could have been had they not been interrupted as he too looked up at her finally snapping out of his thoughts as well. He refused to let his mind try to convince him he felt something more for the girl than just hate and resentment, she was perfect just like everyone else unlike him.
He walked over to her taking a hold of her arm more gently than before noticing the bruise he had left last time as he guided her towards the curtain, he needed her out of his sight to think and to avoid doing something rash without thinking of it.
"You never told me…" she whispered shyly to him as he urged her into the corridor leading upstairs as she looked back at him, blush hard to distinguish in the darkness of the hallway as his eyes trailed up to hers.
"Perhaps when you come back," he told her letting the curtain slip from his grasp as she sighed and turned from the hidden entrance to the lair and headed back upstairs quickly, he would never trust her and that fact bothered her.
"I wish you would trust me," she murmured back thinking of the Phantom, his lair, his music…his eyes. God how she loved his eyes, she had never seen anyone else with such a pair of magnificent orbs. She shook the thoughts away; she needed a clear mind for what was to come. She continued up the long stairway leaving the Opera Ghost behind to think and have some alone time if only briefly.
She halted as her breath caught in her throat as a melody made its way towards her, he was singing again, and this time she actually paused to hear him. This time she wasn't scared of him or threatened either. She simply felt something for the man that she couldn't quite place, she had grown used to him from her time spent with him, she found life unbearable unless she woke to his organ and she couldn't think of a time where she woke and didn't find him sitting on it waiting for her.
"No one would listen
No one but you…
Heard as the outcast hears.
Shamed into solitude
Shunned by the multitude
I learned to listen
In my dark, my heart heard music
I long to teach the world
Rise up and reach the world
No one would listen
I alone could hear the music
Then, at last, your voice in the gloom
Seemed to cry "I hear you"
I hear your fears
Your torment and your tears
You saw my loneliness
Shared in my emptiness
No one would listen
No one but you
Heard as the outcast hears
No one would listen
No one but you
Heard as the outcast hears..."
He finally finished with a low hit to the organ keys as she let a tear flow down her cheek, who had he been thinking of when he sang that? And his voice, dear lord his voice belonged to an angel not a Phantom, why someone would choose to live in solitude and away from the world with that voice had to be mad.
She continued after a second or two noticing she had paused to listen the whole time as she reached the top of the stairs and opened a large wooden door closing it behind her with a dull thud as it echoed all the way down to the lair alerting the Opera Ghost she had finally left.
He paused slightly composing himself; he had changed the lyrics to one of his songs, why? He silently dropped his head into his hands trying to understand what he had been thinking. When his fingers danced over the keys he had been thinking of the girl upstairs, when he sang he had been thinking of her also. That meant he had sung the song to her, that shocked him and sent a wave of both surprise and anger through him. No, he would never trust anyone ever again; the world had shown him how that turned out more than once.
They were all the same; they took advantage of him, took his music and everything he had to offer and left him. He had almost kissed her…what had come over him? He barely knew her and yet he felt right at home with her down in the lair with him, in fact now that she was gone he almost felt alone again, as if she never existed, that sent a pang of panic through him.
He didn't want to be alone now that she had shown him what company was, she would occasionally sing along to his music with lyrics unknown to him but nevertheless when he played and she sang he felt synchronized with everything. The notes just seemed to flow easier and without fault, he felt at peace within himself as well.
He felt like he shouldn't be keeping her prisoner, and yet at the same time he didn't want to let her go just yet. He ran his hand over his face, his fingertips brushing against his mask as rage flooded through him, that mask was the cause of his life being so miserable. She would run away from him in fear and disgust just like the rest if she ever saw him without it.
He silently wished he could be normal, just like everyone above him. To get rid of his mask, for once to be considered human.
He sulked around the lair for the rest of the day trying to steady his nerves with reading as he sat at his leather chair and gazed blankly at the pages, nothing was keeping his mind off of the girl upstairs. He wanted her to come back.
As if on cue her voice rang out through the corridors and walls as he perked up oblivious to the fact that her mere voice could cause such relief to flood through him.
"Have you forgotten your angel?" her voice sang as he shivered at the vibe he was getting off the walls as curiosity flowed through him, that was his part, why on earth would she want to sing his part?
She finally appeared through the doorway as he struggled and held back a laugh; instead a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips appeared as he looked her over. She was covered head to toe in dust and cob webs from the theater.
"I'm back," she called over to him as she passed him and headed to her room emerging seconds later cleaned up and dressed differently.
"Indulge me…why would you ever sing my part?" he asked out of nowhere as she paused walking and looked back at him and his serious expression, something about him seemed changed and she couldn't quite place it.
"Because it was always more passion filled and interesting," she shot back slightly annoyed before she realized what she had left slip out of her lips. Her face flushed a deep shade of red as she looked away from him…more passionate?
He got up from his chair and walked over to her slowly, he took her face into one of his hands and forced her to look up at him, he had always been taller than most people. She looked up to him blush still there as he looked back expression unreadable as she did what countless others had done. That vital mistake that others did and one that she had sworn never to do. Curiosity killed the cat.
Her hand reached up and caressed the exposed side of his face as he tensed immediately knowing where she was going with this. Upon realizing it his lips curled into a snarl as his eyes flooded with anger. He let go of her roughly and slapped her hand away as she stepped back bewildered.
"Get out," he warned a low voice refusing to look at her; she had tried to take his mask from him. He would never allow anyone else to look at his hideous self, he was ashamed of it and didn't want to go through the laughs and shame again.
She pulled back slightly afraid of him as pity showed through her expression as she tried to get near him again; she had wanted to see what he hid so desperately behind the mask. He had caught on however and stopped her.
He lashed out at her however before she could get close, "I said get out!" he thundered at her as she stepped back tears pooling at her eyes as she refused to listen to him, she had made a mistake in trying to see the man behind the mask. She regretted trying to uncover him as she reached out to him once more.
He snapped, he simply snapped. She had tried once to take his mask from him and now she had the nerve to go for it again. She knew this wasn't the case however; she just wanted to be forgiven for being foolish. He didn't see this however as he took her wrist in his hand rougher than ever before and shook her small frame violently.
"I told you to leave me!" he hissed letting go of her as she fell back to the ground crying in pain and regret as she looked up at him while he rose and pulled back his hand ready to strike her as she shielded herself with one of her own bruised arms and whimpered.
He caught himself once more upon seeing the expression of horror on her tear streaked face, god she was actually shielding herself form him and she was on the ground all thanks to him. She opened her eyes as fear shown clearly off of them and into his storming ones. He still had his hand pulled back, he would never strike her, he didn't really think himself capable of it.
She crawled away from him still shook up as he looked after her.
"Go now and leave me!" he yelled at her as she picked herself up and stumbled running as fast as her legs could carry her up towards the Opera House leaving the Opera Ghost behind with a mix of emotions hitting him at once.
He had scared her more than before and told her to leave, she had hesitated at first and now thanks to him she was gone forever. He silently walked over to his chair and sunk down in it regretfully…what had he done?
As soon as that last thought ran through his mind he pulled his white mask from his face and threw it across the room in rage as he shook trying to calm himself. The mask collided with a mirror behind a curtain, the silver shards falling to the ground as his mask cracked as well.
He held his head in his hands once more and let out a shaky breath before retiring back to his room. One more disaster caused by him…and the last. He decided he would never come out of his room, not even for his beloved organ and music. No, he would simply lie on his bed and sleep until the world stopped spinning and time ceased.
He passed the remaining pieces of his mask as he kicked them aside, the mask had always been his weakness, and once more it had ruined something that could have been for the Opera Ghost, something that he longed for and yet never obtained.
Love.
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