I set the girl down and told her to get into bed. It was late and I didn't want her to get tired. I closed the door so she could change into her pajamas. Raoul packed some of her belongings and when Christine died, he gave me a small suitcase. The girl told me to open the door and I walked in. She had a beautiful nightgown; a cream white dress that went to her ankles . She was in bed, and she held a little stuffed bunny, a pink elephant and a soft blanket with the colors blue,pink,green and purple. I walked to the edge of the bed and smiled. She smiled at me . She was so beautiful, and intelligent. " Who are these guys?" I asked pointing to her stuffed animals. " This is my stuffed bunny Bun Bun. I had him since I was 1 . He lost a lot of stuffing over the years but I still love him, and this is my elephant Font. sometimes I use him as a pillow, and this is Blankie. She Is my blanket. " " Well goodnight guys and goodnight Kelsey." I kissed her on the cheek. She giggled . I blew the candle,then stood up and walked to the door. "Goodnight father." Kelsey said softly. " I love you." " I love you too my little angel of music."
Kelsey's POV
I sat there in bed, not tired, and I walked to the windowsill and looked up at the lights of Phantasma. I then looked up at the stars and found the brightest star I have ever seen. "Mother, I miss you even when I just found out that you were my mother. I will be the most perfect daughter for father. I am not as scared of fathers face as you were, but I accept him for who he is. So I pray the lord to protect us from anything that might harm us in the future. May you rest in peace mother." I got back into bed and went to sleep. I had a nightmare. I had a dream that Meg Giry did drown me. It terrified me so much that I ran to my fathers bedroom. BunBun,Font and Blankie clutched in my arms. Father was asleep . I jumped into the bed beside him. I looked at my fathers face as he did not have his mask on; it was deformed and burned. I snuggled my head into his chest, trying to keep as close to him as possible. Then I heard the sheets move and my father woke. " What are you doing up little mademoiselle?" he asked. " I had a bad dream father. Are you mad?" " No, how could you think I would ever be mad?" He put an arm around me and kissed me with his overgrown lip. I smiled and closed my eyes. My father, the Phantom of the Opera loved me.
Erik's POV
That night, Kelsey jumped into bed with me. She had a bad dream. She snuggled her body close to me and I put my arm around her. I kissed her on the forehead and went to sleep. The next morning, I woke and Kelsey was still sleeping with her stuffed animals. I snuck out of the room and closed the door behind me so I would not wake her up. She had a rough night last night and I wanted to make sure she got some rest. I walked to my piano and tried to come up with a symphony. I have not made up one in many years and Kelsey was my inspiration. I started to compose; redoing the same tune over and over again until I came up with a perfect song:
Little flower,
your as precious as gold,
you made me happy , so beautiful and bold
Little flower,
you are so kind,
you are the only thing on my mind
You make my music come alive
you are the music of the night
you are the songs I play just right
you are the music that I write
Little flower,
you are mine
forever and always
you make my life shine
Little flower,
close your eyes tight
so you can make your dream take flight
Kelsey's POV
I heard father singing when I woke up. I slowly got out of bed, not to make any noise. I carefully and quietly opened the door and walked to where my father was playing. Then he saw me and stopped playing. " Good morning my little Angel of Music!" my father beamed. "Would you like some breakfast ?" he asked me. I nodded and he went to the kitchen and had a bowl of oatmeal ready for me to devour. I sat at the table and I started eating; slowing down every few mouthfuls. " How did you sleep Kelsey?" " I slept fine with you." Father just smiled, " I'm glad." I noticed he had his mask still off. " I thought that you didn't wear your mask in the daytime." I said. " Well I trust you. " my father replied."Can I sing after breakfast?"He nodded and walked to the piano. Can I sing " Music of the Night? Mother used to sing it to me every night." "Of course." my father said. I started singing.
Night time sharpens,
heightens each sensation
darkness stirs
and wakes imagination
silently the senses abandon the defences...
Erik's POV
She sang with a stunning voice. It sounded just like my angel, Christine. When she finished I clapped and she bowed before me. " That was beautiful mademoiselle!" I praised. "Thank you father!" Kelsey said gleefully. " You sound just like your mother."