Hiyaa
This is a very important chapter to me just to let you guys know. Watch out for the language and content in this chapter.
Also... where did all my reviewers go :( ? I"m getting less by the chapter. Please tell me what you think, nothing makes me happier
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Three weeks went by, still Eleana had no information on Erik's whereabouts after Charles promised to let him free. Not even bothering letting her say goodbye. . .
Raoul and Christine had written Charles and herself a letter making it official that Eleana was the Musque Ange new diva. Rehearsals would begin on the 26th, two days after the Winter Ball she had been invited to. She could not refuse the invitation from Christine and Raoul to the ball, knowing Charles would be extremely furious and try and hurt her again.
Over the weeks Eleana slowly observed all the changes in Charles since she had left him for what she planned on being forever. He was an alcoholic, a bad one at that. Constantly going through bottles of scotch, whiskey and rum. She didn't like being around him when he was drunk because Charles was violent. He would push Eleana around and grab her too tight, almost possessively.
He had forced her to wear the engagement ring he purchased for her so long ago, and planned their wedding to be on New Year's Eve. She wondered if Erik had found out about the marriage yet, seeing how Charles had a whole article in the newspaper written about it along with her position at the Music's Angel.
She wondered if he would care the slightest bit, or if he still loved Eleana like he did back when it was only him and her in the world. Maybe he was happy, away from Eleana, away from women, away from love. Maybe it was never meant to be, perhaps Eleana's purpose with Erik was only to set him free so long ago from the freak show, and nothing more.
Eleana took into account that tomorrow was the Masque Winter Ball, and she would have to be introduced into so many people who were curious as to who the new prima donna was. Wrapped up in a warm quilt due to the cold, Eleana sat on the balcony seal of her bedroom, looking up into the night sky, wondering about how her father would react if he knew how repulsive Charles had been acting lately. Her father was the one to introduce them so long ago, before the discovery of his illness came about.
How could of she lost the two most important men in her lives? First her father and now Erik. . .
"ELEANA!"
She jumped at the loud outburst of Charles voice when her door opened with their maid, Charlotte, peaking her head in.
"I'm sorry for interrupting you but Monsieur Charles is call-
"FOR DEVILS SAKE, ELEANA !" Charles interrupted as the maid scrunched up her face due to the loudness.
"-ing for you." She finished.
With a loud heavy sigh, Eleana got up from where she was sitting, and walked as slow as possible to the door.
"ELEA-"
"Coming!" She cut him off for Charlotte's sake.
As she was about to departure the room, Charlotte quickly added in, "I would be careful, he has gotten into the liquor again and awfully drunk."
As if she did not know this already, but politely nodded in acknowledgment as Charlotte curtsied and left the room in a hurry.
Taking each stepped longer than she would normally have, Eleana made her way down the stairs to the dinning room where she knew Charles would be, only because all of the liquor was kept there.
Charles was sitting in his dinning room chair, pouring the last of what was left of the scotch bottle. There was empty bottles left and right, and broken whiskey bottles all around. She stayed behind him for a couple heart beats, not wanting to face him. But Charles slammed down his glass, causing the table to shake and what was left in his cup to spill everywhere.
He took in a large breath and began to yell, "ELE-"
"I'm here." She said as Charles pushed his chair out and lazily turned to face her.
"Would you like some wine, my dear little tramp?" Charles spat as he stumbled his way back to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a fresh glass of white wine.
Eleana was used to the terrible names Charles called her when he was drunk. Tramp had been the nicest one yet. She watched as Charles poured two glasses of white wine to the brim, spilling most of the wine onto the floor, and handed one of the cups to her.
"Cheers, to my Prima Donna!" He clanked his and her cup together, which made half of the wine spill. "You look beautiful tonight may I say."
Eleana put down her wine, not accepting his compliment, but before she knew it Charles was closing in on her, forcing her to be pushed against the nearest wall. He dropped his glass, allowing it to shatter into pieces without much care and then began to slowly caress her waist and began to kiss her neck. She could smell the alcohol which lingered in his breath, it was so strong he could of easily had drank two bottles himself tonight.
"Charles please stop."
But he then put his hand onto her shoulder, holding her down as he made his way up to her ear, kissing, and traveled his hands down to her thigh and grabbed it, to where it was in a hitch.
"This is extremely improper Charles, let go of me!"
"Why don't you love me?" Charles whispered in her ear and continued back at kissing her neck.
"Charles, I do love you, just... there is no need for this!"
Eleana knew lieing would be her only way out of this. If you didn't tell Charles what he wanted to hear, you would pay the consequences.
Charles then began to try and slip off her sleeve to the dress she was in, trying to take this to the next level.
"Wh- what are yo- you doing Charles?" Eleana said trying to hold back the tears, she knew what Charles was trying to do, but she couldn't go through with it, she wouldn't.
"Eleana, I need you...now. We belong together," Charles began to take off her other sleeve and lean in to kiss her, but Eleana turned her face the other way.
"WHY CAN'T YOU LOVE ME ELEANA? YOU WENT TO THE MOULIN ROUGE, ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU DID THERE? MAKE LOVE TO OTHER WHEN FOR MONEY!" Charles exclaimed into her face.
"I was not a prostitute there Char-"
"AND THEN YOU HAD YOUR LITTLE PRINCE CHARMING ON THE SIDE FOR LATER WHEN YOU GOT HOME? WHY IS IT SO DIFFERENT WITH ME!" WHY CAN YOU DO IT WITH ALL THESE OTHER MEN AND NOT ME?"
Charles was seething with rage, breathing heavily waiting for Eleana to answer.
"ANSWER ME!"
"It's just, I don't...I can't Charles!" Eleana said now in sobs.
"It's because you are still in love with Erik. . ."
Eleana continued crying, this couldn't be happening to her, she needed Erik. She needed help.
"That doesn't matter now, seeing how he's dead."
Eleana shot opened her eyes, with a loud gasp of air. No, he had to be lieng she thought. He couldn't be... he couldn't be dead.
"You- you're lieing!" Eleana screamed in his face, now crying uncontrollably.
"No Eleana, it was I who killed him myself. And he left me with something very important to tell you. His final words were, he never loved you."
Dead. He was gone, away forever. Murdered. . .and he never loved her. Eleana's crying would not stop, she tried to back away from Charles who was now behind her, but he just pulled her back towards him, undoing her dress.
"Y- y- you killed him! H- h- HOW COULD YOU!", Eleana's breathing began to exhilarate, dead..."You...YOU BASTARD ! YOU DEMAND! HOW DARE YOU, HOW-"
Once again Charles, with all his force, slapped her across her face. She had not noticed till now that she was her corset and stockings. Charles seemed to have pulled off her dress without her noticing.
"DON'T YOU TALK TO ME THAT WAY!" Charles screamed.
Eleana would not stand for this, ignoring the tears of hate and sorrow which fell from her eyes, Eleana bashed her head into Charles nose, and to her relief, Charles knocked out. She wasn't sure if it was really due to her hit that he had lost consciousness, or if it was the alcohol. Maybe a little of both.
"I will never love you." Eleana said, knowing he could not here her.
The heartbroken women ran upstairs, not caring how revealed she was at the moment. She grabbed the rope in her restroom and tied it securely around herself.
Dead.
Eleana walked to her balcony, and stood onto the seal thinking she had no more reason to live. If Erik's life had ended, so would hers. She could not live in the hell hole anymore. She was done with life, she was finished with her ridiculous obsession with love.
She turned around, to get one last glimpse of her room, knowing it would be the last thing she would see, until then she spotted a black box on her bed, with a envelope sealed with a red bloody skull.
She immediately jumped off the seal without a second thought. Could it be from him? Was he alive? Was Charles lieing? A million questions rambled through Eleana's head as she took one small step after another towards the mysterious box. She grabbed the letter, ripping it open without much thought. She was strangely comforted by the familiar handwriting of the Phantom of the Opera.
Mrs. Moliere,
I have come to hear of your hand in marriage with Monsieur Charles Moliere and of your position the the Musque Ange.
I have a gift for you, a wedding gift you may say, that I am requiring you to wear tomorrow evening at the Masque Winter Ball.
-O.G
He was alive. Eleana did not care that he had so rudely addressed her had as if it were some sick joke. All she thought was he was here, in this very room. The Phantom of the Opera was alive. Charles was truly a sick man, if she had hated him before she had been wrong, she had hated him more than ever now.
Almost forgetting about the box, Eleana tore it open to find an extravagant ball gown. She was amazed by its detail, and how the colors complimented one another. She knew this dress was an original. She did not give it a second thought that Erik had made this gown himself. She then pulled out the second item in the box, a mask. It correlated perfectly with the dress.
Eleana wiped off the rest of the tears that still lingered on her face, and walked out to the night cold air on her balcony, studying the details on the mask he had made her.
She didn't know where he was or what he was doing, but Eleana knew somewhere on the earth, the Phantom of the Opera was thinking of her.
Lingering in his lair, the Phantom of the Opera tossed aside the newspaper article with Eleana's engagement announcement and her radiant face upon it, after reading it for the thousandth time. He did not believe it at first, that in only three weeks Eleana could of moved on and fallen in love with another man. He thought it was he mind playing sick jokes on himself...but the more he read it, the more truthful the words seemed to him. He, The Phantom of the Opera, was destined to be alone. Destined to live by himself with only his music.
Erik got up from where he was sitting, trying to get Eleana out of his mind. But before he knew it, Erik's heart did the only thing it knew how to do; cry.
"The day starts, the day ends
Time crawls by
Night steals in, pacing the floor
The moments creep,
Yet I can't bear to sleep
Till I hear you sing"
Eleana felt she was on the urge of crying once again. She longed to be with Erik, she wanted the life she had months ago. She paced around her balcony, trying to get Erik out of her mind. But before she knew it, her heart did the only thing it knew how to do; sing.
"And weeks pass, and months pass
Seasons fly
Still you don't walk through the door
And in a haze
I count the silent days
Till I hear you sing once more."
Erik: "And sometimes at night time
I dream that you are there
But wake holding nothing but the empty air
And years come, and years go
Time runs dry
Still I ache down to the core"
The Phantom felt a silent tear slip past his normal side of his face as he made his way outside of the rundown Opera Populaire.
Erik: "My broken soul
Eleana: Can't be alive and whole
Erik&&Eleana: Till I hear you sing once more"
Eleana: "And music, your music
It teases at my ear
I turn and it fades away and you're not here"
Erik: "Let hopes pass, let dreams pass
Let them die!
Without you, what are they for?"
Erik&&Eleana: "I'll always feel
No more than halfway real
Till I hear you sing. . . once more!"
So you all should know by my penname : LoveShouldDie, that I am not a huge fan of the idea of Love Never Dies. But I formed my opinion before I listened to the music in the play, which once more Andrew Lloyd Webber does not fail me with his wonders of the music of the night[:
The song you all just read is called : Till I Hear You Sing. It is in the play/musical sequel to Phantom of the Opera; Love Never Dies. It is sung by Ramin Karimloo. He is amazing so please look it up on youtube
I made it into a duet, thinking it would work better in my story better this way
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