Capturing A Phantom Heart.
Chapter Two: Olivia's Origins.
Olivia was a inocent nineteen year old, in a few months time she would turn twenty but she wasn't afraid.
Wandering along the Opera Poplaurie without a care in the world, her eyes lay on the stage.
A heavy sigh came out of her lips, it would never happen.
Not in a million years would she get the chance to be the lead in one of the operas, the public adored Christine Daae and they werrn't get bored of her at all.
How Olivia longed to sing, to show everyone that she could pour out emotions by the power of her voice.
Walking closer towards it, she could feel the wood on her fingers without even touching it.
Once she did, a flash of what could be appeared in her mind.
Dressed in a beautiful crystal gown, her hair flowed over her shoulders, her voice echoed the Poplaurie walls so that everyone could hear her.
Men would ask for her hand, women would admire her.
She would be famous, forever inderpendent and strong to master every pefomance.
The flash quickly faded away, she shook her head while sitting on the edge of the stage.
Her legs dangled and banged the wood softly, it was just her alone in this amazing room.
Then she closed her eyes and thought back of her hidden past.
She was born in the summer, it was the hottest day of the year as the city of Paris struggled with the intense heat.
Her mother was a ballet dancer while her father was a writter, they were blessed with a beautiful daughter and named her Olivia.
But a tragic event happened, a fire blazed their home in the middle of the night when she was five months old.
A hero came to save the little child but it was too late for her parents, they died in their sleep unaware of the fire.
She was placed in a orphanage, growing up there with strict women and threatening men that for some strange reason did not like her.
Olivia made a few friends until she turned fourteen, they threw her out as she was now able to make her own life accourding to them.
She wasn't allowed to say goodbye to anyone, it was truely a traigc event in her life.
With no money in her back pocket and Paris refusing her for any jobs, Olivia lived on the streets for one lonely year.
Stealing food and drinking the water from rain droplets, she wondered how she surrived it all.
But one day, someone saved her from this nightmare.
Olivia noticed a fine woman along with her daughter walking along the market place.
Studying them, she wondered if they were a posh family.
The daughter turned and looked at Olivia, her choclate brown eyes boring into pale blue orbs.
She turned back to her mother, pulling her sleeve to get her attention.
The girl pointed at Olivia, the woman noticed with a grim look.
Both of them walked towards her, muttering softly.
"Hello there, what's your name?" Asked the woman.
"I'm Olivia," She replied, weakly.
"How long have you been here?" Asked the girl.
"A year," She replied.
The woman and her daughter looked at each other, it didn't feel right to leave someone like her alone in this dirty place.
"Why don't you come with me?"
Olivia's face lit up, she instanly stood up though her legs were wobbly.
"Yes please, I'll do anything you want as long as I'm away from here." She pleaded.
The woman laughed, then she offered her hand.
"Come, my name is Madame Giry but you can call me Mother. Is that alright?" She asked.
"Oh yes, thank you Mother." Olivia replied, instanly taking her hand into her own.
"My name's Meg, we are going to be great sisters!" Said the blonde girl.
Olivia smiled at her, finally at last she was found and taken in.
As time went by, Olivia grew into a strong sprited young woman.
Living in the Opera Poplaurie was a adventure and a beautiful dream, she had made many friends inculding Meg and of coarse Christine.
The three were insepartable, sleepovers every Saturday night and always laughed at Carlotta's mad dressing or if she slipped a note by acident.
Mother taught Olivia to dance and sing, she had a wonderful voice but didn't have that mastered zing like Christine did.
Olivia noticed that she would go down to light a candle for her father and speak to her "Angel Of Music".
She would tell them at night of how powerful yet sometimes threatening Angel would teach her how to sing and promised her that one day she would shine for all Paris.
Though she was happy for her friend, Olivia couldn't help but feel a little jealous that she had special teaching while herself and others had Mother's lessons.
Meeting the two new managers, Firman and Andre, she was sad to see the old manager leaving but she was exicted to see what these two would get up to.
It was only when Raoul appeared that Olivia and Meg noticed that their closest friend would be the first to fall in love.
The handsome gentleman didn't appeal to both of them, Meg was waiting for a rich gentleman from a distant land while Olivia didn't know the true power of love.
Not even the good-looking dancers or other actors caught her eye.
Mother told Olivia to go back in her bedroom, she had done what she had to do today was to meet the new mangers and that was that.
It annoyed her that she couldn't dance on stage, though she knew the moves or even sing in the chorus.
Since then, she heard the news that Carlotta had left because of a falling scene and Christine would replace her in the opera.
Meg and Olivia watched her, amazed and in awe of her beauty and her voice.
Paris loved her, threw roses at her feet and demanded more.
Then that very night, Christine disappeared.
Olivia and Meg were deeply worried, she wasn't in Carlotta's dressing room or even their bedroom.
It was only the next morning that Olivia went to check the room once again that she saw a truely shocking sight.
Christine was coming out of the mirror, a black glove was holding her hand but darkness covered the person that stood alongside her.
A harsh shiver ran up and down her spine, she watched Christine turn away and faint on the floor.
Rushing to her side, Olivia looked down at her then at the black shape.
A pair of eyes bored into hers, a strange colour of grey-green with a hint of blue.
Then suddenly, it disappeared like a flash.
Olivia turned away, no wonder that Christine fainted. That was truely terrifying.
Their friendship was never the same after that morning.
Christine was like a frightened child, her eyes would widen in fear at anything and she would have terrible nightmares.
As for Olivia, she just carried on though she couldn't get those eyes out of her head.
Ill Muto was planned, Christine would play the mute servent while Carlotta played the lead.
This broke the Opera Ghost's plan, revenge would be had.
Carlotta's voice turned croaky, Christine was replaced but Baquet died a gruesome death.
The Opera Poplaurie was screaming and terrifed of this horrifying sight, all this was happening while Olivia was in her bedroom.
She rushed out to see terror and chaos unfolding around her, then she noticed Christine and Raoul running up above singing a chilling song.
But her eyes lay on a dark cape that rush along in the same direction, she froze until it faded from sight.
Luckily Mother and Meg took her away before she was knocked over from the crowd.
Time passed, Christine and Raoul were secretly engaged and the masked ball was ready for New Year's Eve.
Olivia once again wasn't allowed as Mother told her that she couldn't be alone with the Opera Ghost hanging around though it had been three months without a sight of him.
She couldn't believe this, Mother was getting way too strict so Olivia sneaked out and wore a costume that would fool everyone.
But once she appeared, there was no music except a booming musculine voice.
Getting closer to see who that voice belonged too, suddenly there was a loud bang with red smoke appearing.
Rushing to see what happened, she noticed Christine trembling violently while Raoul jumped down the trap door.
Mother ran towards her, quickly grabbing her arm and locking the bedroom door.
"I have told you to stay there, you disobeyed me." Her cold voice cried.
Olivia took off her mask and began to sob.
Reopening her eyes, she felt a presence behind her.
Turning around, she saw it was only Mother.
"Stand up, Olivia." She asked.
She did what she was told, straighting her dress with her hands behind her back.
"Christine has fainted and she has told me that you must replace for tonight's opera. Do you accept?" She asked, quickly.
Olivia gasped out loud.
Shocked of this news, she couldn't help but be curious.
"Why has she fainted?" She asked.
"Don't ask me silly questions, you come with me and get you ready. Christine has fainted because of the stress of it all. She thought it best for you to replace her for Don Juan. Now do you accept this?" She replied, sternly.
Not even knowing the story or how the songs were sung, Olivia nodded her head.
"Yes I do accept."
Author's Note: Mmm, what do you think of this second chapter? Next one will be the real story begining.