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A month passed since Saya's and Solomon's confession of love. The Phantom...Surprising hadn't visited Saya in a while. She felt untroubled and content; after all she had Solomon. One night, when the moon was perfectly lit and accompanied by many shining stars, Solomon took her out to the lake.
"Solomon, it's such a beautiful evening. Why did you bring me out here?" Saya asked sweetly and her eyes shined beautiful. Solomon cupped her chin and kissed her lips softly. He smiled against her lips and once the kiss parted he began to speak.
"Saya, I was only supposed to be a guest at the Opera House for a few weeks. Do you know why I stayed longer?" Solomon asked kindly. Saya blushed and smiled, too flattered to speak.
"Because I love you, Saya. And I ready to ask you something," Solomon said as he got down on one knee and took Saya's hand.
"Saya, will you be my bride?" Solomon asked. Saya blushed and smiled, tears of joy coming to her eyes.
"Yes! Yes I will!" Saya cheered. Solomon took a ring box out of his pocket and took out the ring. It was white gold and set with a crimson ruby that resembled Saya's eyes flawlessly. He placed the ring on her left ring finger and they hugged amorously.
"I love you so much Solomon!" Saya cheered as she parted the hug. She looked down at her ringed hand and frowned softly. Solomon stood up and set a hand on her shoulder and took her other hand with his free hand.
"What is wrong, Saya?" Solomon asked, looking at her concernedly.
"I just think some people will not take this nicely so early. What of a...A secret engagement?!" Saya asked cheerfully, trying to cast her doubts of Phantom away. It was strange, why was Phantom suddenly coming into her mind now? He was gone! Wasn't he? Or so cleverly hidden that Saya no longer searched for him?
Solomon smiled and took her hands.
"How romantic my dear. What do you suggest?" Solomon asked.
"I will put the ring on a necklace so I can wear it. To know that you love me and in hopes that, someday, everyone will accept our love," Saya said contently.
"Wonderful my dear! When do you think we will tell them?" Solomon asked. Saya looked at him and a chill ran down her spine. She looked to the side and into the trees, she felt like she was being watched. She felt that she was hunted and salvation was not to ensue. Then she turned her head to Solomon and held back her worried tears.
"Joel's birthday party! Everyone we know will be there and it's a fair time from now!" Saya cheered.
"That's a wonderful idea my dear!" Solomon agreed.
Oh God, please, do not let him hear what I have said, Saya prayed to God.
Joel's party was set in early June; two weeks after Solomon's proposal to Saya. It was set in the evening time and...the most decadent of all kinds of parties...It was set to be a Masquerade Ball and all of Joel's family and friends were invited. Soon enough that night came, and soon enough misfortune would come upon them all.
Saya and Solomon entered the Opera House's lobby, which was big enough to be a ballroom. Music played and almost everyone was dancing and wearing mask. Others were either getting drunk, talking, or eating; either way they chose it was still very fun.
Think of it...A secret engagement
Saya held the ring on her necklace. She wore a beautiful pink dress that matched her beautiful countenance and flesh flawlessly. Solomon embraced her and smiled.
"But, what do have to hide? You promised me that we would tell everyone tonight," Solomon said sweetly and leaned into kiss her. Saya pulled away from the kiss and smiled.
"Promise me..." Saya started.
You will understand in time
They joined in with everyone on the dancing ground, a song filled the air as people gathered on the staircase with Joel, Amshel, Annemarie, Nathan, and James. Solomon and Saya joined hands and watched as they danced to amuse the remaining guests. They laughed and smiled and joined with the singing.
Masquerade!
A party with no name
Masquerade!
A party with no face!
Masquerade!
With no face to identify
No name to know is true
There's no need to hold back our secrets
Masquerade!
What a better night for this ball?!
No more worries on appearance
No more enemies to see
And at the least...!
It's a Masquerade!
For who could name that face?
Masquerade!
A party with no name!
Masquerade!
A party with no name!
With no face to identify
No name to know is true
Masquerade!
There's no need to hold back our secrets
Masquerade!
What a fun night...!
The lights went somber as everyone turned their attention to the masked figure at the top of right staircase. The Vampire of the Opera! He was dressed more elegantly but his mask was the same. He had a sword at his side, in a sheath, and a leather folder in his hand. Solomon and Saya looked at him with an overwhelmed expression, completely petrified. He began to amble down the stairs, he held up his hand to beckon his guests.
Why so silent my dear guests?
I bid you all welcome
He chuckled as he held up his hand so everyone could get a good look at the folder in his hands.
Have you listened to the song I've taught?
I have written an Opera
And now I have the finished scrolls!
Nothing But Blackness!
He threw the folder to the marble floor and continued walking. He drew his sword and placed the tip in his other hand while holding the hilt with the other. He smirked, awaiting a rebuttal. When no one responded with the slightest sound he frowned in disappointment.
What?
No response?
How impolite
He came to the part of the stairs where Joel and his friends stood before him. He smirked and pointed his sword to Amshel and Joel, though he didn't move it any further.
Why hello,
Old masters
You must learn to never trust a vampire
Or grant it hope
He waved his sword in front of their faces and chuckled. Solomon, who took advantage of this distraction, whispered in Saya's ear that he had to get his sword. Saya nodded her head and Solomon immediately left. Saya had to stay, to insure that no one would get hurt.
Your place is sufficing music!
He turned to Annemarie and pointed his sword to her collarbones. Annemarie gasped as he bared his fangs. Phantom smirked and chuckled. He slid the tip of his sword to her throat, as if ready to slice it and end her singing days.
And Annemarie must learn that voice is a gift
That is not to be distorted by meaningless acts!
He reversed the direction of his sword and deftly placed it in its sheathe. He turned to Saya and grinned evilly; Saya's breathing became heavy as she looked at him.
Now, for tonight's star,
Miss Saya Otonashi
Everyone's attention turned to Saya who stood still and shocked. She looked as if she was going to gasp into tears, yet, also amazed. Phantom began to amble toward her in a calm, steadied manner. Saya tried to look away but her eyes from frozen on him. His spell was working its evil deeds on her defenseless mind.
It's no doubt she works hard
Without question her voice is miraculous
But she still has much to learn
If she is returned to my bed
I'll teach her
I'll teach her
Saya walked toward him, in somewhat of a trance. Phantom walked toward her as well; until they were only a foot apart. Phantom's gaze turned to the necklace around her neck. He grabbed it and tore it off, waving his fisted hand and the necklace with it.
Our chains are not to broken like twine
He leaned into her face and in a raspy operatic voice he sang;
YOU BELONG TO ME!
Solomon came running in then, with his sword in hand. However, the Phantom was gone with Saya's ring. Everyone looked at her and backed away a few steps.
"By God...What was that man?" one asked.
Oh, it's not fair! Saya thought with sadness and distress in her mental voice. She felt at the place where her ring touched her chest, tears coming to her eyes.