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Eva covered her mouth in shock, sure she had been there the night of the fire with her father but witnessing the life fade from someone's eyes. "BEHOLD! WITNESS THE POWER OF THE PHANTOM!" the voice boomed, Eva needed him to go away, he didn't to do all of this, no one would come back. She started to run towards the stage, Madame Giry stared in surprise at the girl. Eva climbed her way to the roof, making sure that everyone was safe, no one was there, well none she saw of until she turned around. Erik heard her feet crunching on the snow, when he was about to make himself known, a woman with two men, came through the door. "Hello, Evangeline," she said coldly, "mother," Eva's voice shook as she adressed the other woman. "You escaped me, how naughty, but don't worry," the men smiled, "I have a punishment in store for the kind of bullshit you pulled". Rachel flicked off the hat, as two men grabbed her arms, "no, no, no, MOTHER PLEASE!" Erik had enough but something made his blood run cold, "eversince that fire you've been like this". Rachel smiled unfeeling, "no, I've always been like this, your father was just in the way of me doing it freely," Erik stood a few feet away, clearing his throat, Rachel smiled at the man. Eva saw his dark, beautiful features, "sweetheart,do me a favor? Just walk along, nothing to see here," he smiled. That smile was quickly replaced with a look of malice as he stabbed on of the men holding the Eva, blood poured itself on the white male shirt she wore. "How about you walk away from the girl and leave my opera house before I show you how that pig of a man felt when he hung from the rafters," Rachel wasn't going to run, that is until he killed the two men with her.
"You're a monster," Rachel whispered, he chuckled darkly, "no just a man who chose shadows over the normal light of men, you," he put the sword's tip under her chin, "my dear," he spat, "are a monster". Rachel high-tailed it off the roof, Eva looked up at the man, looking down at the rose she had kept in her work clothes, she handed it to him. "Thank you," he reached out his hand as if to grab it, but instead surprising her by grabbing Eva's wrist. Dragging her back inside, "wait, hold on! What are-?" he gave her a look as if to keep her quiet, it worked. As soon as they went to a dead end, Eva decided to ask, "what are you doing?" she half whispered, trying to release herself from his grip. "Please don't kill me," she said, no sadness, not even pleading! He looked at her, her shimmering gold eyes looked at him with no hint of fear. "I want to try to have a normal life, that's all I can ask for, even if I'm not rich, even if it seems impossible, I want to know what love feels like," Erik had already begun walking again down the hidden passageway when he stopped at the words she spoke.
"That's all I ask for," he started but realized she slipped from his grasp, she ran back, "Evangeline!" he growled in anger. He eventually caught up to her, "what do you want with me?" in all honesty, he didn't have the feintest clue. He wanted Christine as a wife but he replaced it all with visions of her, he had been watching over the opera house for awhile and every time he turned around, she was there working. Then, tonight he had saved her from, god knows what, but he didn't understand. Her hazel-gold eyes stared at him, expecting an answer, her hands shaking and he held them. He let her go and pushed her out of the hidden passage, giving her, her hat. "Just go, forget all of this," the passage started to close and Erik heard the whisper of her thanks. Eva put on her hat, hiding her hair, she walked away feeling guilty, and she walked to Christine's room. Only finding Raoul, "oh, hello sir," she bowed, "ah hello, Richard? Correct?" Eva nodded. "I was going to see to Madame deChaungy's health," Raoul was packing, "going somewhere?" Eva asked. "Christine will be leaving this horrid place and make a debut elsewhere, so she has gone to the chapel room," Eva nodded and headed for the chapel room.
"Christine, are you alright?" Eva looked at the praying woman, "oh, yes Richard, thank you," Eva sighed. Christine noticed a bit of blood and stared at it, Eva looked down at the little blood drops. "Oh this? I had a slip on the rafters and ended up with a bloody nose, when I came back from cleaning my face I saw it," Christine nodded. "Christine, I want to talk to you," she looked at Eva, "I've seen the phantom, and it's common for a mask to be worn to hide old scars". "Richard, you act like you're hiding-," Eva took off her hat, Christine looked surprised, "my name is Evangeline Alexander, my mask was hiding my gender to get away from my past". Eva looked down at her hat, "my father was Richard Alexander, a middle class author who died in a fire a few years back," Christine looked at her. "My mask," Christine looked at her, then out the window, "is that I ran away from the man who gave me everything he could from the moment I walked through the doors of the opera house". Eva hid her hair again, "see? Masks just hide the pain that we don't want to go through anymore".
Sorry if it's kind of cheesy, but hey! I like my macaroni with some cheese! haha! okay...that was terrible haha, sorry! XD