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Luna's POV
'Hmmm so soft' I burrowed myself into my silky sheets trying to stay warm. Wait silky sheets. My eyes snapped open and I looked around groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a bed which seemed to be in the shape of a swan. I pulled the black cord that was on the side of the bed and the see through black curtain that surrounded the bed came up. I looked around in a room that was covered in paper and candles that overlooked a lake with a fog that covered it. It was beautiful. What was this place? How did I get here? Panic started to fill me as last night's events replayed in my head. I had to get out of here. Where ever here was. I slowly crept out of bed and made my way to the entrance of the room where it opened up into a bigger room that looked like a beautiful cave of some sort. The larger room looked much like the bedroom but it had red curtains, mirrors, lots of more papers, and more candles giving the room more of a mystic beautiful light. But most of all what this room had what the bedroom didn't have was an organ and a man sitting there from which he appeared to be writing some notes of some sort. Was this the man who kidnapped me? I was in no mood of finding out. I looked about the room to see if there was any way of escaping. The only way that seem a way to escape was across the small lake. But how to escape and what waited for me after if I should make it across the lake. Deep in thought and looking at my only possible escape I hadn't noticed the man get up and approach me. I turned to see if he was still at the organ only to be met face to face with him. It was the man from the mirror. It was the phantom of the opera. I stepped backwards out of fear of this man. One million ideas racing through my head of why this man had taken me. 'Was he going to kill me for stopping Christine from going with him' 'had I made him mad in some way so he took me down here to torcher me' With each foot I took back he took one forward until I was pressed up against the wall and he was pressed up against me enough to feel his muscles that laid beneath his clothes and the intoxicating smell of an outdoors woods. I was shaking violently with fear of what he was going to do to me and as he reached up his hand I closed my eyes tightl of what he was going to do to me and as he reached up his hand I closed my eyes tightly and tensed as I waited for him to hit me but the blow never came. I stop shaking and I opened my eyes as I try to slightly relax. I felt his touch as he took his gloved hand through my hair and down the contours of my face. I looked at him confused as he looked at me with a type of fire in his eye that I couldn't describe.
"Bonjour mon petite sirène. Qu'est-ce que tu Fais" he spoke huskily as he twirled one of my curls around his finger. I looked down trying to hide the blush that had spread across my face. In fear I tried to move over to the right to try to get away but his hand came up blocking my escape. What did he want with me? Was he going to hurt me or worst rape me. My blood ran cold with that thought and I tensed up even more if possible. My skin losing the little color it had and I began to shake again as tears began to weld up in my eyes as I waited my faith. He took this time to speak to me again in a softer more sympathetic tone." Pas besoin d'être effrayée petite ballerine i ne doit pas vous nuire en aucune façon."
I looked at him a little fear disappearing but still there. He backed up so are bodies were no longer touching. I looked up to see what he would do next.
"I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne ... to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music ... music..." the sweet melody sung by the raw passion of his voice making him very alluring as he walked about the candle light." Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ... Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ... Silently the senses abandon their defenses ... Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor ... Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ... Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night..." I could feel his voice and the music rippling across my skin and invading my mind filling me with the desire to dance but I held it back as I listen to him." danser mon petit ange. Danser Mon petite sirène de ballerine" He began his song again and I danced to the music letting it overtake me and control me as he sung his song." Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before ... Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ... Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ... Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight - the darkness of the music of the night. Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me ... Floating, falling, sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me, and savor each sensation! Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write - the power of the music of the night ... You alone can make my song take flight - help me make the music of the night ..."As he finished his song I finished my dance. Clap clap clap "Bravissimo, Bravissimo ma petite ballerine" I curtsied as a way of saying thank you hoping that he would not see it as a sign of disrespect for not talking at." Do not worry little one I know that you are mute" I give him a questioning look. "This is my opera. I know everyone and everything that happens". I give him a nod for that I understand.
"Do you know how to write little one" I nod yes. He extends his hand for me to take it, as I do he leads me over to a table where he has a quill and parchment.
"I am going to ask you questions do you think you will be able to answer them" I nod again.
"What is your full name?" Luna Nee Winters I write. "A beautiful name indeed mon petit ange, especially for one as beautiful as you." I felt my face heat up with a blush and I look to see him with the slightest of smiles. "Are you an orphan?" Yes. My parent died of pneumonia." I am terribly sorry" It's alright I wrote back. "How long have you been mute" I stalled for a moment before scribbling since my parent's death. May I Inquire something about you phantom. "Yes. I suppose" Why did you take me. He paused and hesitated for a moment. "Because you were lost, alone, and broken. You are lost in the darkness. You remind me of a younger me. I wish to free you, be with you, and share an eternity with you. You are beautiful and talented. You attract me like a moth to a flame" I blushed even more by his response refusing to look up so I wouldn't make a fool of myself. Will I ever be able to leave I wrote "would you come back" he asked with a dark look in his eyes and a serious stone face look. Yes I wrote back. "I suppose I could let you go back I would always be near you making sure no one harms you" How would you be near me I wrote back? He gave a dark chuckle before replying, "In the Shadows my dear" I gave a nod. I yawned tired even though I had just woken up. "You look quite sleepy my dear come you shall have some rest. I will allow you to return to the surface tomorrow" He rose from his chair and guided me back to the bedroom. I climbed into the bed. "If you shall need anything I shall be in the next room" I gave a nod. "Sleep well mon petit ange" he said before pulling the cord to let down the curtain. Glancing one more time at her before taking his leave. I lay there wondering about this Phantom. At least I wasn't alone I thought before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.