Erik: What leaving so soon?
Me: Erik, i only post when I am in Vacation and tomorrow I won't have time. I promise I will finish this story this year and it will be phenomenal!
Erik: Alright but I don´t like that new character! Why did you have to create him!
Me: Because the Phantom cannot be left without a challenge!
Erik: *grumbles and growls* Once again you are right!
Me: Anyways hope you like this new chapter of Guiding Light and I do not own phantom of the opera the music mentioned here or the characters (except for my own)
Erik's P.O.V~
How could she not tell me she is a mother? She gave me her full trust in everything but that issue. Why? Is she ashamed of being a mother? Was she married? What happened to make her hide Rebecca? I kept wondering these past few days. I wanted to be alone and not be bothered with the opera details so I decided in a ballet which as you can tell I am not that critical as in song. I wanted Elena out of the production for a while but was rather shocked in seeing her in a tutu and ballet slippers. She was a rather graceful dancer but the scowl on her face made me realize she was forced to be there.
On the third day of my isolation from Elena, I started to see her everywhere in my lair. I started to hear her laugh see her smile and hear her called out my name. When I feel asleep I dreamt that she was there but when I awoke I found myself holding nothing but the empty, cold, dark air. God it was like Christine all over again but somehow Elena made me hurt a lot more.
Am I am in love with Elena? I thought but shook my head at that thought. No I felt hurt but as a friend. She did not trust me enough to tell me that secret and I found out by simple luck. Though there are still gaps in between that secret. Was Mathew the father of Rebecca? How old is Rebecca exactly? What relationship does Elena have with Mathew? And most of all why hasn't Rebecca with Elena when she came to Paris?
As I thought of this for two days and didn't bother with my appearance, I did not notice a rather nervous Meg Giry stalk up to me.
"Phantom!" Meg exclaimed as she made me jump from the force of her voice.
"Little Meg you startled me," I said as I tried to compose myself.
"Why haven't called on Elena and asked her to be friends again?" Meg cried out.
"Excuse me Mademoiselle Giry but that's none of your concern. Besides I am rather hurt Elena did not trust me enough to reveal she has a daughter," I said as a matter of fact.
"She didn't inform me until the day you found out! She was going to tell you but she was unsure of how you would react and now I see why! You insulted her before she had a chance to explain herself!"
"ELENA LIED TO ME! HOW DID YOU WANT ME TO REACT?!"
"Well controlling your temper and patiently awaiting an answer; showing some compassion!"
"THE WORLD SHOWED NO COMPASSION TO ME!"
"Elena, Elena deserves it Phantom she has been through similar situations as you… that is why I am here to help my friend through this time-"
"Since you did so well with your other friend right?" I said with venom in each word.
"I was too late for Christi-"
"DON'T YOU DARE MENTION THAT LITTLE VIPER'S NAME IN FRONT OF ME!"
"The point is Phantom, Elena misses you and even though she hides it she does miss you… although it seems that she has had a bit a bad luck this week. Her mother's death anniversary, losing you as her friend, the production getting cancelled, being force to dance even though she is superb at it, and now Rebecca falling ill it seems-"
"Rebecca's ill? Has she seen a doctor?" I asked with concern.
"I suppose the flu but considering she is from a different region where the flu is uncommon it is rather potent on the poor child. I mean Elena has only slept seven hours this whole week and-"
"Seven hours? Seven hours this whole week! If she doesn't take care of herself she'll become ill as well! Have you warned her of that possibility?" I exclaimed worrying for my Elena.
"Of course I've warned her but she is stubborn and cares for her daughter immensely! She even said that if came to it she would give up her life for Rebecca's well being and she claimed that she won't rest until her daughter is well," Meg said as she came close to me, "Phantom please you are the only one who can make her listen to reason."
"I-I I'll talk to her, but rehearsals are rather long and she would be exhausted," I reasoned talking to myself rather than Meg.
"Well that is rather simple you can come dine with my mother, Elena and I tonight. Tell me if you are interested by the end of rehearsals … I await your response," with that said Meg Giry left quickly and left me in my loneliness again.
The image of Rebecca ill and Elena by her side looking near the grave made the decision for me. I will go to dine with the Girys and I will finally get the answers I've been looking for. I decided to get ready and I wear my best suit for this occasion and perhaps bring roses and a special herb I had from my time in Persia. This herb cured any illness or relieved any muscle pain and it was even more effective and potent than morphine when used as an anesthetic. I do not recall the name but I had more than I would use in a lifetime.
As I walked to my room I got out the suit I had in mind and then ran to the tub that I luckily filled before Meg came. I quickly and thoroughly washed my whole being and then dry myself quickly. I rushed into the suit and placed my mask and quickly got a handful of herbs for Rebecca and two flowers for Elena and Rebecca. I looked in the mirror and was quite pleased with my appearance which was a first, as I examined myself I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. I would finally find the answers to the questions that plagued my mind, but mostly take care of Elena and Rebecca.
Rebecca could be my daughter… she looks no older than 5 and the first and last time I was with a woman was five years ago… how I wish that woman was Elena and not Christine. Wait what? I thought. I was perplexed with what I thought. I was in love with Christine and still am… am I? I mean I can't deny that I love Christine and I was willing to do anything for her; I would give her anything she wanted if she asked for it. She was like a china doll fragile and dependent towards me. Elena however is independent, strong, and never asks for anything… in a word she is self reliant but I still would give her what she needs even if she refuses my help. Both women were complete opposites and at the same time I was attracted to both. But I can't possible love Elena as a woman, can I? What Christine and I shared that night was love wasn't it?
I kept looking at the mirror and pondered in those thoughts when I heard music. I was perplexed for it was too early for the production to practice with the orchestra. I then grabbed my cloak and made my way to where the music was coming from. Surprisingly it came from the room all the ballet rats were in, (yes I called all of them like that except for Madame Giry, Meg and Elena) and the music was made by three men I had never seen before. I then heard singing.
Escucha el ritmo de tu corazón
Feelthe rhythm
A Spaniard! I immediately tried to spot Elena. I quickly spotted her at the end of the line sitting down with bags under her eyes but still looking as lovely as ever. She rolled her eyes at the Spaniard which I thought was rather comical. Elena was never spiteful towards others but seeing this side of her was entertaining. The music and the lyrics to the song had to do with… carnal desires. I observed the man keenly. He was a great dancer. He was handsome and his music was good but something about him made me not trust him. I noticed the man's stare was focused on Elena. His stare was predator like and in his eyes were hints of lust and desire. I felt my blood boil. I was happy that Elena was not dancing with the rest of them but I saw her foot tapping along the rhythm of the song. I guess the Spaniard noticed because he and made his way towards Elena. He then grabbed my Elena's hands and said this line that made me want to kill the fool.
You are my heart…you are my soul
If the fool thinks Elena will fall for that then the fool will have quite a surprise. I kept observing the two and was proud of Elena wanting to get away from that fool. I smiled with a bit a victory but alas it was short lived because the next thing I knew Elena was dancing along with the man. She broke away from him and had her own dance but the man followed her. I was furious, not at Elena but the man, how dare he do such a thing! As the music came to an end, Elena twirled and that man did as well but he then faced Elena to him and dipped her down with her hand entwined with him. Their faces were rather close, as if they were about to kiss I saw the look of shock on Elena's face. Furious would be an understatement to what I felt. The man introduced himself as Miguel Sebastian Iglesias and the man who would play Rothbart. He has talent but he is rather bold I just hope Elena won't get near this man at all. I kept observing and the more I observed a little voice inside my head said to kill Enrique with the lasso and snatched Elena from the room. Despite it being a good idea I thought at how disappointed Elena would be of me. No I will not kill him… for now. Monsieur Iglesias then chose who was to receive the main role, unfortunately I never took in count that he could pick both Meg and Elena. Elena as far as I could tell did not look happy as she was about to leave Madame Giry pulled her back.
"Elena, you have the most difficult dance routine in the whole ballet so Miguel here has offered to personally rehearse with you today," Madame Giry said rather cheerfully.
"Mademoiselle it would be an honor to rehearse as well as work with you," Miguel said as he bowed and gently grabbed my Elena's hand to kiss it. She whisked it away rather quickly which made me smirk. Good girl I thought.
"That's very kind of you Madame and monsieur but I have to tend my daughter she is rather sick and I need to get home quickly," she said as she emphasized the fact that she has a daughter.
"Well then let me walk you home señora Vega," Miguel smirked as he came near her. How dare the fool make an assumption of her status!
"Señorita, I am not married señor," Elena spat out at the man and glared at him. I never had seen her malicious towards someone before. She was so cold and for some reason that made me smile the side of Elena I did not see that often.
"And I am not that old Elena so please don't call me señor," Miguel said quite amused, "anyways let me walk you home."
"Then do not make assumption of my status and the answer is no," she said not caring for the apparent anger showing or that Madame Giry and Meg were around.
"I insist! Besides we are to work together Elena and we have to get to know each other. Although being in your mere presence would suffice me," Miguel asserted. That piece of rubbish really thinks that compliment will get him anywhere.
"OH ALRIGHT! You may accompany me home but that is all! Y ni se le ocurra a ser algo que me ofenda," she declared exasperated as Miguel offered her his arm, "I'll see you tonight at dinner Madame Giry and Meg."
"Of course we'll look forward to tonight Elena," Madame Giry said as Meg nodded. Elena and Miguel then went off towards the entrance and I followed. As they were about to turn the corner Elena was about to spot me but moved behind a statue. As she disappeared I immediately went to the ballet room and saw Meg standing patiently for me. I walked out and cleared my throat.
"You came," Meg said a bit surprised.
"Was there any doubt?" I responded with a bit of mischief.
"So what have you made your decision?"
"Yes. Come by the Opera with a carriage at 5:30pm (I will pay for the carriage) for I shall join you."