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It played its way through the walls, and to her ears, "Be careful of what you say, or those sweet words that you said will be the reason that, with me, you'll forever stay," Eva heard a man's voice echo around her. The reason that, with me, you'll forever stay? What did that mean? "I meant what I said, I do not care," she mumbled as the organ continued, she sat down, hiding her hair again and closed her eyes. Before the girl knew it she had fallen asleep to the noise, he knelt down in front of her, his blue eyes looked upon her beautiful features. How was it not known that she was a woman? Were they that gullible? Erik put a rose behind her ear, surprised to see that her hair and the blood red rose were the same color, and a note in her hand. As she stirred, she woke up, only to stuff the note in her pocket and have the rose attached to her shirt as she trudged upstairs to her room. Eva flopped on her bed and continued her beloved slumber, the next month had come so quickly for Eva. She had been keeping an eye out for any potential people that had seen her on the stage. When she woke up that next morning, she read the note, what she read made her eyes almost pop out of their sockets.
'What is your real name? Surely, a young woman's name cannot be Richard', Eva was worried, because she didn't want her mother to come here and make her come back. Rachel hated her because she had her father's looks, only to be tiny just like her mother, but strong. Though, what was the strangest part of the note was who it was from O.G. Eva shrugged. She swept the backstage, and halls, it was one of the easiest jobs she had since coming here. Suddenly, at the end of the desolate hallway, barely illuminated by light, stood there looking at her, a mask hiding one side of his face. Eva looked at him, her hazel eyes wide, as he came closer. Eva dropped the broom, not knowing what to do, she turned to walk away. When his footsteps became faster, so did hers, until she bumped into a stage hand. "Woah, Richard, what's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Eva's mind was in full confusion as she looked behind her to find no one there. "It's nothing," she looked down, and headed off ignoring her "name" being called. "He's an odd one, that boy," Bouquet said to no one in particular, Eva looked down the hallway only finding an abandoned rose. Picking it up, she looked around as her managers came around the corner and saw her holding the rose and paled. "The phantom," Firmin whispered, Eva froze hearing the title, but calmed because it was an idiotic belief to be scared of a man.
Eva gave the rose to her managers and left them without a word, this angered Erik. Why give a gift away? He would follow until she was alone again, but the chance never came, he gave up for the day. Il Muto was to be shown tonight and Carlotta was the dutchess and Christine the pageboy. Everyone was surprised to see the managers holding the envelope, Eva looked in confusion. "Richard, it is said that we have a bit of a phantom problem, those sayings, sadly, are true," Eva snorted, "so everyone is scared of a man?" the group paled. "He does such horrible things if his words are not heeded," Eva looked over to a ballet dancer who blushed for Richard, if only they knew. "How would you know?" Eva asked, everyone whispered to each other, "it is said that the phantom doesn't want Carlotta to be the lead role, but the Prima Donna stays!" Andre shouted. "You were never going to listen in the first place, were you?" Andre only chuckled, Firmin hid a a smile. Piangi kissed the arrogant woman on the hand, Eva looked over to the happy couples. Huh, love must be a good thing to have, that thought crossed the mind of the phantom to. Though, down in the catacombs, he tore and destroyed everything he had prepared for the deceitful Christine and made them instead for the fiery soul of her. The Angel of music had not been created, instead, Erik gave everything to Christine through out the years, dresses, tutors, books, jewelry, EVERYTHING. She always enjoyed the gifts, he feared her seeing his features, but when she did, she ran off even after finding out.
He had a hope that if she knew him, and learned of the music and love the things he could provide, she would leave that undesirable Raoul and come to him. But it didn't, and that woman, made of softest shine of the golden sun, and the coldest glow of the darkest nights shadows, appeared. She comforted Christine, then chided her when she told her of the problem, "only a face? You cannot be serious!" the little angel looked scared. Yet, however close he got to learning more about the woman, the more she seemed to stay out of his grasp. She didn't want anyone knowing that she was a woman, even though it was obvious she was, and those scars. Those scars say that she wasn't treated right by the world above, what hell it is. If he could just talk to her normally, Erik touched his face and knew that was impossible. Eva had stayed in the rafters, away from Joseph, he just gave her the chills. She froze seeing that all too familiar head of black hair, and hazel-gold eyes that matched her own, but more cold and caked in make-up. "Mother," she whispered lightly, suddenly a booming voice echoed through out the theatre, "did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?!" Eva looked around her, she looked up but saw a shadow. That's when Carlotta had insulted Christine for talking, calling her a toad, "a toad Madame? Perhaps it is you, who are the toad," Eva went to find a way to get up to the ceiling area but tripped as the ballet started. "Richard? Are-," Joseph started, it was too late her red hair tumbled out, "well, well, what do we have here?" his voice turned husky, her hat was lost, her foot caught in the ropes. He pulled her up and paled instantly, Eva looked behind her to see him with a look of anger, and her hat. The man ran after Joseph as Eva ran down the stairs, hiding from everyone, in her room. "Richard, where-?" Eva looked over to see Madame Giry, her lips pursed, "I see I have the wrong room," she shut the door and left Evangeline alone. She found another cap to suffice and got back to see the scene before her unfold, Joseph Bouquet was dead.