Chapter 9
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Faye POV
We stopped at the next inn. I go into my room and am ready to just fall into bed and go to sleep. But instead I took a nice, long shower and went to the mirror to brush my hair. I looked in the mirror, I saw myself and Dior was there too. Brushing my hair singing to me and I would sing along.
I needed to sing the song Dior taught me, it was her song. She told me that I would never be alone and the voice will always be there. The voice. Her voice. My voice. She was there, I wasn't alone.
I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name
"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain
I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow
I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice
I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice
"Well, Faye you didn't tell me you could sing." I heard a voice say. I jumped; I didn't realize that Erik was behind me and watching.
"Oh I can't sing. It's just a song Dior taught me." I couldn't sing very well, but it was a compliment by Erik, who had been in the opera house, and said that I could sing. He taught Christine, who was now a spectacular soprano.
"Yes, Faye you can. You have some natural talent. You are just starting out. You need a teacher."
"Would you teach me Erik?"
Erik POV
I was hesitant to do so. Christine was my beloved pupil. But Faye needed my help if she ever wanted to provide for herself. She had a remarkable voice-for never taken any lessons. But she would just be my student. It would kill some time and I could teach her music. Give her a few pointers and then she will find a role as a chorus girl. And I would be able to be alone.
"Um, sure." Praying that I will not regret that I did.
"Oh, thank you Erik! Thank you!" She smiled so happily. She clapped her hands and ran to me and hugged me. I was taken aback. No woman had embraced me before, except Christine. I didn't know how to respond back to this. Christine…my precious Christine….
"You know, you are the nicest person I have ever met."
I was shocked. She knew all about my murders, my temper, and yet she said I was the nicest person she has ever met! She knew my obsession for Christine and she still respected me for that, she didn't think I was some crazy, disfigured man. She didn't care about my disfigured face. I liked her for that.
"You are a good friend, Faye. I'm glad you are here."
"Thank you Erik. I'm glad I'm here too." she replied. There was a silent pause.
"When will you start teaching me?" she asked me excitedly.
"Tomorrow. So you better get some sleep." I replied with a smile.
"But I'm not tired." She tried to not yawn, but epically failed.
"I think you are." I responded.
She climbed into bed and was about to turn out the light and I was still looking at her.
"What is it, Erik?" she asked me.
"It's- just-nothing… you reminded me of…never mind…I'll see you early tomorrow morning Faye."
"Good night Erik."
She fell asleep in an instant.
"Good night Christin- Faye." I left and headed to my room.
Why did I agree to teach her? Why I thought I was done with teaching music. I almost called her Christine. Christine…oh Christine not a day goes by that I don't think of you my sweet Christine…..
Talking to myself I say "Why did you leave me? My sweet Christine!"
"Angel, you were my tutor, my life, and my love." The apparition appeared once more of my darling Christine.
"Christine!" I said. Happy to see that beautiful face that sang for me.
"Why are you teaching her, my angel?" she asked me seriously.
"I don't know why, my Christine, she reminds me somewhat of you. Your talent. Your spirit. Your voice."
"Angel she is not me. I am a figment of your imagination." She said serenely.
"But you seem so real." I said dazedly.
"I am to you." She responded.
"She could be a wonderful singer, Angel, if you taught her." She suggested.
"She may, but not as great as you Christine-" I said.
"Angel, you must come to your senses, I am gone. Embrace the truth. This girl has some potential, but she needs help. Your help. "Her words were like daggers piecing my humble heart. No my Christine, you are not gone, but found.
"She can help you Angel, you need to give her a chance." She said.
"Please Christine, come back to me." I pleaded.
"You know why I can't, Angel. I have made my choice. It's your turn now." She walked out and disappeared from my room. I hear her voice and that young boy singing the duet as they left my lair…
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Lead me save me from my solitude,
Say you'll need me with you here, beside you….
"You alone can make my song take flight…." I cry out to her.
My Christine vanished away from me. No. No. No! NO! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why Christine? Why? Why must you torture my soul? Why did you choose the boy? You deserved more. So much more. Was it because he was handsome? All you had to look past my mask, Christine, see the beauty within me. But you couldn't. You wouldn't. Oh, Christine …Why? Why?
I've grown accustomed to crying myself to sleep. Why stop now?
"IT'S OVER NOW! THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT!"
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