Capturing A Phantom's Heart.
Chapter Thirteen: Instant Regrets. The Dream Moments Are Inspired By The Calm Moments Of Music From The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring Soundtrack.
Fluttering of thick woman's eyelashes.
Two blue orbs opened to stare at the white celing.
Searching her surroundings, she knew she was in a different place.
Rising from the soft pillow, she studied everything that was around her.
She slept in a four poster bed, white walls that had painting of romantic images and fresh blooming flowers in vases.
Pushing aside the white silky sheets, she discovered she wore a white flowing nightdress that reached to her feet.
Heading towards the mirror, she was amazed at the person staring back at her.
Her hair was much longer and curler, she looked beautiful and relaxed.
The sound of a rushing waterfall and birdsong could be heard outside, she headed to the baloney to be spellbound by the sights.
Large trees with green leaves, the cool summer air kissing her open skin.
It was magical and most important, peaceful.
"Where am I?" She asked to herself.
Then, the door opened behind her which she turned around to see who it was.
A young servent girl came in, she did a small bow and looked straight into her eyes.
"Good morning, Olivia. The master will be waiting for you at the bridge." She said, with a soft voice.
"Master? Who's that?" Olivia asked with a frown.
"Your husband, my lady." She replied, smiling.
Husband? Was she married?
She looked down at her finger, there was a shining gold ring on her left finger.
A gasp escaped from her lips, who did she say those important vows to?
"Now stop that worrying, my lady. I shall help you get ready for him."
Olivia was stunned at all what was happening, surely it was all a dream?
The girl poured a bowl of crystal water, then unhooked a beautiful dress from the wardobe and made the bed.
"How long have I been married?" She asked.
The girl looked at her and smiled.
"For a good four years, my lady. You even have a daughter, Eleanor. She's five years old this year." She replied.
Olivia sunk to the floor, shaking her head.
"This has to be a dream, I'm dreaming all of this. Wake up, Olivia. This isn't real." She cried.
"Oh but it is, my lady. Now come, let me get you ready."
The girl offered her hand, her shiny hazel eyes staring into her own.
Olivia took it and let the girl do her duty while she thought furiously of what would happen next.
A little while later, the girl lead Olivia outside out of the bedroom.
"I shall let you go and meet the master if you know the way, otherwise I could bring a escort for you." She asked.
"No, I think I will be fine. Thank you for everything." Olivia replied.
The girl bowed again and walked in the other direction, her head pointing at the floor.
She watched her disappear and then turned at the other way she would be heading down to.
With each step she took, her footfalls echoed on the hollow ground.
The walls were again filled with paintings of romantic images until there was one that made her stop and take notice.
There staring down at her, was a lifelike drawing of herself wearing the most beautiful gown she had ever seen.
A faint smile was on her face, it seemed like a happy event was happening around her.
Olivia was simply taken by the detail and how very real it looked, this couldn't possiably a dream could it?
Suddenly, she heard a little girl's laugher in the distance that made her turn away from it.
"Eleanor?" She said to herself, walking away from the painting and heading towards the staircase.
Taking two steps at a time, her heart raced of what unimaginable wonders could be awaiting for her.
As she reached at the bottom, two well dressed gentlemen came out of nowhere and opened the doors.
Olivia shieided her eyes from the blazing sun that entered inside then faded behind a cloud.
She walked on forward, her eyes falling on the men who simply bowed at her presence.
"My lady," They said in unison.
She smiled at them, then stepped outside to feel the intense heat of the sun touch her skin.
Her eyes wandered around her, amazed and laughing to herself of the sights before her.
She was living in a huge castle with many towers and a muilcoloured flag that only moved by the sight breeze.
Hearing the little girl's laughter again, Olivia turned her head at the long path where the gardens were behind a large gate.
She walked along it and went inside where even more beauty and wonder was surrounding her.
Layers upon layers of fresh flowers bloomed, trees that stood proudly, a water fountain was in the middle.
That was where she let her eyes fall on a young girl, splashing the water alone.
Olivia gasped, suddenly frightened and afraid to even go anywhere near the child.
But it was too late, the girl felt a presence and turned around to stare at the grown woman a few meters away from her.
It was her eyes that made Olivia shake and tremble, so familer and unusual they were.
Grey-green that turned into blue, she had her mother's hair that flowed down past her shoulders.
A warm smile went across her pretty face, she dashed towards her with open arms.
Olivia backed away but when the girl wrapped them across her legs, she couldn't go anywhere.
"Mummy! I love you, mummy!" She cried.
She pulled the child from the embrace and knelt down to her level.
"Are you Eleanor?" Olivia asked, placing her hand on the cubby cheek.
"That's right, my Daddy called me that. He's waiting at the bridge for you, he told me that I wasn't allowed to see him until later on. Now that you are awake, you can go to him!" She replied.
"What's your father's name?" Olivia asked a another question, this time with a frown on her face.
But Eleanor shrugged her shoulders.
"Never asked him, you know anyway." She replied.
Olivia turned away from her, walking towards the fountain.
So she was living in a castle she had never seen before, had a daughter she couldn't remember having and married to a man she didn't know his name?
It was all too confusing and overwelming for her.
Then she felt Eleanor's soft hand cluch into her own.
Olivia looked down at the little girl, her out of this world eyes burning into her own.
"Go and find Daddy, Mummy. He's been waiting for so long." She said.
They shared a moment of looking at each other, the sudden growing of love and compassion building inside both of them.
"I will, Eleanor. Go back to the castle and be a good girl, alright?" Olivia said, with a smile.
"Alright Mummy, miss you."
She bended down and let her daughter kiss her on the cheek, then she jigged across the path humming a sweet tune and shut the gate behind her.
Olivia felt tears begin to pool in her eyes, there was nothing wrong with her face at all!
Before she let herself get into a state, she gathered herself and headed down the path to where the bridge awaited her.
Never had she felt so peaceful and at home here.
The bird's song grew ever more beautiful to listen to, she could spot them in the trees singing to their love ones.
Also she discovered other animals wandering around, eating the grass, drinking the water, playing with each other or just relaxing under the sun.
She breathed in the fresh air, so much smells filled her nose that it made her sneeze a few times.
Then she noticed the bridge with the large waterfall, there standing in the middle was a tall figure with it's back to her face.
Suddenly breathless, she took each step carefully and quietly without making a sound.
Her eyes were constanly on the figure as she got closer and closer until the figure turned around and made her freeze in one spot.
They stared at each other like it was the first time they ever met, their mouths slightly open and spellbound of what they were seeing.
Strangly, a dark shadow covered one side of the man's face though she could see his eye boring down at her.
He closed his mouth, pouting his full lips in a smouldering smile.
A broad nose, a thick patch of black-brown hair passing his ears, his eyebrows were certainly a intresting pair.
His long fingered hands were placed on his thighs, he wore clothing fit for royality.
Olivia was taken by this mysterious man yet in the depths of her core, she could reconise him as someone she knew.
"Come closer, my love." He said in the most rich and sedcutive voice that any woman wouldn't dare not deny.
Without her control or notice, Olivia walked until they stood face to face.
His hands took hers into his, their eyes searching deep into each other's souls.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"I am your husband, the man you love and bore my child Eleanor." He replied.
"No, I mean your name. What is your name?"
He was silent, she could see that he wanted to tell her but something was holding him back.
"Where am I?" She asked.
"You are at your home, far away from reality and harsh truths. Here you can live without a worry or a care in the world. Do you want that?" He replied, releasing one of his hands to cup her cheek.
"So I'm dreaming?"
His posture grew stiff, a threatening frown grew across his face.
"Maybe you are, maybe you are not. Does it matter?" He said, gritting his teeth.
Olivia backed away from his hand, suddenly she didn't feel safe with him or here.
"Come out of the shadow." She demanded.
"Never." He growled.
Then, like a flash, Olivia dragged him from the darkness to gasp in total horror.
All of his face was badly damaged, his eyes had a eeire glow and his body turned from human into something she couldn't figure out.
"YOU JUST COULDN'T LEAVE IT ALONE, COULD YOU OLIVIA?!" He roared, pointing his skelton finger at her.
She screamed in terror and began to run away but he was too quick.
He grabbed and pushed her against his chest, his raging heartbeat thundering hard.
"You can never escape from me, no matter what. You are with my child, a child from a monster you condemed to death! Be forever haunted by my wicked face, you shamless whore!" He cried, pushing her off him.
But instead of falling in the grass, she was in a whirllpool, screaming until no end.
She awoke with a shout, breathless and sweaty from the intense dream.
Searching her surroundings, the sudden realistion quickly came to her.
She was in London, it was early morning of the begining of April.
It had been four weeks since Olivia and Madame Giry left Paris to begin a new life in a different city.
Raoul seriously recommended it that very night, he gave them enough money to rent a house to live on.
Meg and her gentleman came with them, though they lived elsewhere and planned to be wed in a matter of weeks.
The Opera Poplaurie decided to shut until Summer came, it left Carlotta in a rage leaving poor Piangi to calm her down.
They had a letter from Raoul and Christine a week earlier saying they were going to be wed and live in a villa in Rome, never returning to Paris.
As for Erik, no-one heard of his fate.
Though the police wanted the monster dead, they couldn't bring a court date or even hang him for a unknown reason.
He refused food or water, turned mute and remained in the same postion every day for a good twenty-two hours.
He wanted to die, Olivia didn't want him anymore after finding out the real truth, so why was it taking so long?
Meanwhile back in London, Olivia was throwing up in a bowl for the second time since she awoke from that dream.
Lately, she lost the will to eat and always felt tired.
She tried to deny that she was with child, making up excuse after excuse which was not fooling Mother.
Olivia poured the contents down the sink, then she looked at herself in the mirror.
Dark rings under her eyes, her skin was deathly pale and her lips still had vomit on them.
"I can't be with child, I just can't!" She cried, wipping it off with her towel.
The door opened, a stern look on Mother's face made Olivia realise that she was in trouble.
"Been sick again?" She asked, folding her arms.
"You don't think I'm with child, do you?" Olivia panicked.
"The only way you will find out is by the doctor, I shall go and fetch him." Mother replied, shutting the door behind her.
Olivia sunk to the floor and began to sob, was her life over before it really began?
"Congratations, you are going to have a baby!" The doctor said, with a smile.
But it wasn't happiness or smiles.
Pure horror and terror was across her face.
The truth was out, she was going to have Erik's baby.
"NO!" She wailled over and over again, her head thrasting side to side.
Mother escorted the doctor out, leaving Olivia sobbing loudly so that everyone in London could hear a heart-broken woman's cries.
All what she said, what had happened, all what she knew came to this.
She was going to have a child, alone in a strange city, without the father being there.
It's face will be scarred like he, it will always haunt her like he did in her dreams ever since she met him.
How she wished that she could turn back the clock and erase everything she had just gone through.
Being single and free would be better than running away, trapped in her own troubled thoughts and a child growing inside her.
Hearing the door shut, Olivia buried herself under the covers and shut her weak eyes to sleep uneasy.
What would her life be like now she was pregeant but not married?
Only tomorrow will know the answer.
Author's Note: This Might Be The Longest Chapter I Have Done Ever! The Inspired Tracks Are: 9 And 10. Check Out The CD If You Got It, Dosen't Matter If You Don't And I Hope You Enjoy The Chapter.